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Title: Twos and Blues: 31/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick/Pete, Mica, Rhiannion, Sue
Spoilers – none – totally AU

Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 3000

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 *Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS= South Wales Fire and Rescue Service PDA= pre-determined attendance [the minimum number of appliances sent to a particular premises no matter what the call]

A/N2 For lovers everywhere... Xxx

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

 

 

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 30/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick/Pete, Mica, Rhiannion, Sue
Spoilers – none – totally AU

Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 5200 – they’re getting longer!

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 *Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS= South Wales Fire and Rescue Service PDA= pre-determined attendance [the minimum number of appliances sent to a particular premises no matter what the call]

A/N2 You know I love them... Xxx

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 23/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU

Warnings: angst amongst the smut/fluff!
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4160

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS= South Wales Fire and Rescue Service PDA= pre-determined attendance [the minimum number of appliances sent to a particular premises no matter what the call]

A/N2  So, NY was amazing and I loved it... xxx

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 23/?

 

chapter 23 )

 


 

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Title: Twos and Blues: 22/? 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R - N/C-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, [past]Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Gareth, Harris, Nick, Pete, Mica, Rhiannion
Spoilers – none – totally AU

Warnings: angst amongst the smut/fluff!
Summary:  Jack is the Station Commander of a retained* fire station. This is the story of their adventures. Words:  this chapter 4600

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC, even if they don’t know how to look after them properly...
With thanks to the wonderful fjorda77 for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N So, I’ve finally gone completely AU...new departure for me – thank you for all the comments so far...and please excuse the liberties I’m taking with Welsh geography! Updates will now be posted to both LJ and DW

A/N1 Retained stations are crewed by part-time firefighters who live and work locally, responding to a bleeper signal when the fire appliance is needed – in all other respects they are the same as whole-time firefighters... SWFRS= South Wales Fire and Rescue Service PDA= pre-determined attendance [the minimum number of appliances sent to a particular premises no matter what the call]

A/N2  So, in NY for my half-term break. We’ve just been to Ground Zero...this chapter is dedicated to firefighters everywhere...on 11 September 2001, all gave some...some gave all...   To those who fell in the line of duty and those who carry on...we thank you with all our hearts... xxx

Cross posted so you might get this more than once – sorry!

Twos and Blues 22/?

 

chapter 22 )

chapter 23  http://zazajb.dreamwidth.org/51587.html 

 

 

zazajb: (coming home)

Title: Hidden away
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers : Set in the days after KKBB
Summary: Jack and Ianto’s thoughts after Jack’s return... Words 2150

Warnings: angst, mentions of character death

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, anything you recognise is owned by RTD &BBC – I just get to dabble with them from time to time. I don’t own the song or JG either!
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song of the same name, sung by the awesome Josh Groban http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcu24OKZNIo

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper [apologies to those getting this multiple times]


AN: Dedicated to my wonderful friends – with sincere thanks for all the birthday wishes, dedicated fic, cards, PMs, virtual gifts, e-cards and tweets – love you all...and this story is for you... xxx

 

Hidden away

Ianto stared out into the dark, silent tears trickling down his cheeks as he gazed at the motionless silhouette of his Captain on the edge of the roof, the only movement from the billowing of his coat in the stiff breeze...

Jack had been back a week, sliding straight back into leader-mode and aside from the whole “I came back for you...” and the hesitant and endearingly uncertain request for a date, they’d been as far apart as they’d been when Jack was away...wherever he’d been...

Those three months had been hell - time had ground to a halt, the world existed only in shades of grey...all things bright and vibrant extinguished with the vanishing of the police box on that awful day...That day when he’d gone from broken to euphoric...and back to broken within the space of a few short hours... His fragile heart had been shattered into a million pieces as he’d watched Jack, radiating that jaw-droppingly beautiful grin of his, disappear from reality – taking all of Ianto’s freshly kiss-awakened hopes and dreams with him...come back to me Jack...please... He’d whispered those words into the darkness every night...to no avail...

Now Jack was back...and further away than ever before, his smile no longer reached his eyes and so many times he’d opened his mouth to say something but when no words had appeared he’d visibly trembled, grabbed his coat and disappeared out of the roller door, not returning for hours. Tonight Ianto had decided to follow him after fruitless nights waiting for him to return in the hope that they’d be able to say more than three words to each other...

He’d not been surprised to see Jack heading for his favourite rooftop but was unprepared for the sound of muffled sobs floating back. He knew Jack was hurting, they both were, but this was heartbreaking....

He’d imagined their reunion so many times, so many lonely nights curled up in Jack’s bunker...so many different ways, but this scenario had never occurred to him – granted, most of them had involved lots of kissing and satisfying sex...however, this broken and unreachable Jack was a far cry from any romantic notions he’d had of his Captain stood under an azure alien sky, arms spread wide as he grinned broadly and enjoyed adventure after adventure before coming home triumphant to share his stories...over mountains and sky blue seas...on great circles will you watch for me...

He’d had high hopes when Jack had met his gaze, his “I came back for you...” sending the butterflies that had invaded his stomach into raptures...the sweetest feeling I’ve got inside...I just can’t wait to get lost in your eyes... the angry glares from the others dragging a hastily amended “all of you...” and the butterflies had crash landed, leaving a bitter taste as hurt forced him to look away.

Fresh tears burnt a trail down the Welshman’s face as Jack’s shoulders shook and he caught the faint anguished whisper of his own name...and all these words that you meant to say...

Every day since, they’d watched each other, neither daring to make the first move for fear of rejection, the anguish carefully concealed behind Jack’s classic 1940’s attire and Ianto’s pristine wool-blend pinstripes, purple Swiss cotton shirts and red silk ties; exquisite coffee and murmured Sir’s...held in silence day after day...as each broke a little more...

Ianto had stayed later and later at the hub after the others had gone home, hoping...talk to me Jack...hopes rising when Jack’s trembling hand had reached out, only to be withdrawn as the Captain had failed yet again to produce any sound from his open mouth and had run away once more...words of kindness that our poor hearts crave...

Ianto had been left alone again, tears filling his eyes as he gazed at the space where Jack had been moments earlier...please don’t keep them hidden away...

A strangled sob escaped and he ducked back into the shadows as Jack froze before turning... “Ianto..?” his voice shook... “Ianto..? please...”  

Steeling himself, Ianto stepped out into the open, his breath catching in his throat as Jack’s tear stained face took on a look that was both heart wrenchingly fragile yet hungry and hopeful at the same time.

“Jack...I...I...” he faltered, not knowing where to begin or even if he had the words to say what he felt...sing it out – so I can finally breathe in...I can take in all you say... He bit down on his bottom lip...time to risk all the strength he had left...and opened his arms...

Moments later he had an armful of sobbing Captain as Jack’s lips crashed onto his and he found himself drowning in the achingly familiar intoxicating scent that was Jack as their tongues reacquainted themselves with the taste of the other before roaming freely to map every contour of each other’s mouths, the kiss hot and messy now as hands tugged bodies closer and they lost themselves to frantic desire.

They broke apart reluctantly, only when oxygen replenishment became essential for the continuance of life, arms wrapped possessively around each other as they panted heavily, lips just millimetres apart... Ianto let out a shaky breath and a tentative chuckle as Jack’s arms tightened around him and he felt his lips hot against his ear, “stay...”

Ianto moved a hand to caress the older man’s cheek gently, brushing the still damp tear tracks away with his thumb, “now I’ve got you, Jack, I’m not going anywhere...” holding out for something I believe in...as he claimed his Captain’s mouth once more...all I really need today...this kiss soft and tender as he revelled in the feel of Jack’s lips under his own and the heavy warmth of their bodies pressed close, ardent arousal evident and sending hot sparks of flame through them as they squirmed and ground hips together in an attempt to gain some friction from the woefully inadequate confines of their trousers...

This time when they came up for air, Jack took Ianto’s hand and led him wordlessly away from the roof, back to the hub and down the ladder. Their eyes met as they faced each other, Ianto’s clear blue depths blazing with a love that brought fresh tears to Jack’s own blue grey pools...I want to free your heart...

Trembling hands reached for each other’s clothes, removing each layer carefully until they stood naked. This time Jack opened his arms and Ianto fell into them, moaning into his Captain’s mouth as their lips met and he was kissed senseless, his hands tangling one into Jack’s hair and the other pressing into the small of his back to keep him close...

They staggered backwards until their legs hit the edge of Jack’s tiny bunk and they tumbled onto it... Ianto tore his mouth from Jack’s to attack his neck, sucking at the soft skin behind his ear, Jack’s low moan and the shudder that rattled through him bringing the Welshman to an abrupt halt, “Jack..? You want me to stop..?”

He looked up to see fresh tears gleaming as Jack shook his head, the look pleading... “Wherever you went, it was bad...you were hurt...” It wasn’t a question but Jack’s tiny whispered “yes...” and the haunted look in his eyes broke Ianto’s heart that tiny bit more and he reached down to entwine their hands, “I’m here cariad, and I’ll stop any time...just say...talk to me, Jack...I want to see your heart...please don’t keep your heart hidden away...

Jack’s eyes closed as Ianto’s lips continued down his neck and across his throat, lapping lightly in the hollow at the base before moving back up the other side to claim his lips in a searing kiss as Jack arched against him...

Jack trembled and quivered, aching with desire and when Ianto finally made love to him, he felt complete again...wave upon wave of pure bliss that rolled through his body as sensation after sensation swept him away to float amongst the stars and the tortures of the past year receded... Captivated by Ianto’s delicious kisses they slipped into sated sleep, limbs wrapped around each other, pressed close together in the limited space as Ianto kept him safe...

Jack awoke with a jump as the Master’s footsteps sounded outside in the corridor and he suppressed a whimper as he blinked in the darkness and breathed in the reassuring scent of the Welshman who lay warm in his arms, allowing the familiar aroma to ground and calm him from his nightmare.

Carefully he propped himself up on his elbow to gaze down at the man who’d kept him fighting that long year...you’re a wonder...how bright you shine...the man he’d come back for but hadn’t told, terrified that he’d scare the young man away...terrified that admitting how he felt left him vulnerable – he hadn’t let anyone into his heart for so very long now...his protection from the inevitable pain when they died and left him alone once again...a flickered candle in a short lifetime...

But he loved him, he knew that now... Jack’s hand trembled as he ran his fingers softly across Ianto’s shoulder, following the lines of his body down the side of his toned downy hair-covered chest to his waist and the gentle curve of his hip, stilling his hand as the Welshman shifted minutely, leaning into the touch…secret dreamer that never shows…

He’d watched the young man closely these past days and he’d seen the hurt that he’d concealed behind that perfect exterior, knowing that he was the cause of that pain...if no-one sees you then nobody knows... Ianto had kept him alive – his soul alive - every time the Master had sent his body into the darkness, Ianto had been a beacon of pure light, of hope and love...something to cling on to and he needed to tell him...and all these words you were meant to say...

They needed to talk...held in silence day after day... He owed it to Ianto...he wanted so much more than before, all those things he’d run from before he’d vanished with the Doctor...words of kindness that our poor hearts crave... He wanted to be with this amazing Welshman for as long as he had...please don’t keep them hidden away...

“Jack...it’s rude to stare!” Ianto’s amused voice cut into his musings and a smile curved the corners of that soft and sensual mouth as his eyes met the Welshman’s.

“Tell him!” a voice in the back of his head chided gently...sing it out, so I can finally breathe in...I can take in all you say...

Ignoring the voice, he leant down to press a tender kiss to that gorgeous mouth “So, Ianto…you up for round two…?” the hoarse whisper sent shivers down the young man’s body and he moaned as a gentle hand reached out to cup his face and tug him back into another soft kiss…a kiss that grew in intensity as Jack’s tongue mapped the inside of the Welshman’s mouth and the other hand sought a different, much lower, area of his body…reaching out for someone I believe in...

Giving himself totally to the glorious sensations raging through him, Ianto melted into the embrace, kissing back fiercely as their bodies arched together and he lost himself in everything that was just Jackall I really need today...I want to feel your love...

Somewhere, deep within the burning passion and searing kisses, Ianto knew his heart was lost…given freely to this complex and larger-than-life man who carried so much pain and responsibility on his shoulders… will you reveal your love...

He moaned as Jack kissed him into oblivion, caressing, teasing...please don’t keep your love...hidden away...every touch like fire on heated skin until they were joined completely and they exploded into blissful ecstasy…

Lost in a pleasurable warm and tingling afterglow, his eyelids fluttering closed Ianto was startled to feel Jack’s lips press lightly against his own before the whispered “I love you, Ianto...I’ll never leave you again...” I want to free your heart...

Blue grey depths that radiated with emotion met clear blue pools...I want to see your heart... “Love you too, Jack...and I’m glad you’re back...” Please don’t keep your heart...hidden away...

End

AN1: Please bear with me these next few weeks – I’m exam marking at the moment and it is a vicious beast which consumes my every waking hour outside of work... This means I’m behind on my reading [I’ll catch up eventually!] and my writing – there is another Captain Coat and Coffee Man in progress, plus several more planned, as well as an AU... Believe me when I say the withdrawal symptoms from LJ will have me climbing the walls before I’m done! So...I’ll be scarce for about 3 weeks – and then beware as I’ll be driving you all mad and you’ll be sick of me!!!

 


Let me...

Jun. 6th, 2011 11:44 pm
zazajb: (wouldn't change the world)

Title: Let me...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – set during Out of Time
Summary:  Ianto takes care of Jack when he returns after watching John die... Words 1660

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto, tw_proper & TW_classic [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N [livejournal.com profile] iantosdreamer46  and I were having a...um...er...’discussion’ and this was the result. We did one each!

Let me...

The roller door siren jolted Ianto awake from where he’d nodded off in Jack’s office, his head jerking sharply as he blinked his eyes rapidly in an attempt to clear his sleep-addled brain. Hauling himself out of Jack’s chair he moved behind the desk and waited for his Captain to appear.

Even in the semi-dark of the night time lighting he could still see that all was not well with Jack – he looked completely defeated and almost too weary to stand. As Ianto watched, the older man looked around – for him he assumed – and with no Welshman visible, Jack’s shoulders slumped still further.

Ianto’s stomach clenched to see the man he lo...to see his boss – his boss he was sleeping with...sleeping with and enjoying very much thank you, his blood supply congregating hopefully in his groin as his memory replayed numerous sessions with Jack pounding into him at various locations all over the hub...

He shook his head and forcefully pushed the images aside. Not now....Jack needed him...

In the few moments he’d been wrestling with his mounting desire, Jack had made it to his office door and staggered in to slump into his chair. He closed his eyes, sighing heavily, the sound sending arrows to shatter Ianto’s heart. He moved out of the shadows and laid a gentle hand on Jack’s shoulder, leaning over to press a soft kiss on the side of his neck. The fumes almost knocked him out and he staggered backwards as Jack leapt up. “Ianto! Are you okay?”

“Yea, yes sir...John? Is he..?” his voice trailed away.

“Yea...” Jack leant into the touch as the Welshman helped him out of his coat and took it out of the office to drape it over the railings outside. “...he’s gone...” he slumped back into the chair, “I stopped him but he pleaded with me to let him go... He’s got nothing left to live for – his wife long since dead, his son an empty shell who doesn’t know him and a world that’s moved on so far he might as well be on another planet. He was a man so far out of his time and it was just too much for him to take so...so...” a sob caught in the older man’s throat as Ianto rested his hands lightly on his Captain’s shoulders and began massaging them firmly.

Jack arched his back as Ianto’s hands moved to the back of his neck and began to work on the tense knot of muscles there. “ So I sat with him and held his hand as we died... I didn’t want him to be alone when he went into the dark...”  The sobs broke free and he hunched over as Ianto moved round to kneel on the floor by the chair and wrap the distraught man into his arms, rocking him gently as he whispered soothing words of love and nonsense against his ear.

When Jack’s sobs had subsided, Ianto released him and stood, holding his hand out and tugging the older man to his feet when the hand was taken. He steered him to the ladder and urged him down it into his bunker. Once landed, he took his hand again and led him to Jack’s tiny bathroom where he turned the shower on to warm. Jack nodded his understanding numbly and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, stopping at Ianto’s soft “...let me...” as he pressed a tender kiss to Jack’s mouth.

Jack’s hands fell to his sides as Ianto slowly undid his buttons, slipping each tiny plastic disc through the buttonhole with a quiet reverence that Jack found both mesmerising and soothing. Ianto stripped him, carefully and methodically until he stood naked. Swiftly removing his own clothes and dropping them in a very un-Ianto-like heap on the floor he interlaced their fingers and pulled them under the steaming spray.

Jack’s free hand automatically reached for the shampoo which was then gently taken from him. Releasing Jack’s other hand, Ianto slid his own behind the Captain’s head and pressed forward for a kiss, their lips meeting softly as Jack melted against him, Ianto’s tongue swirling languidly in the other man’s mouth before exploring the familiar contours in a reassuringly determined manner.

They broke apart, lips just millimetres apart, sharing warm breath. Ianto flipped the cap on the shampoo and poured some into his cupped palm. “Let me...” He washed Jack’s hair carefully, his long slim fingers massaging his scalp just the way Jack liked it, drawing low moans of pleasure that shot straight to the Welshman’s groin re-awakening his earlier desire. He bit his lip and concentrated on rinsing the suds from Jack’s now clean hair.

Next he reached for the scrunchie and the shower gel, cleansing Jack's skin with loving touches and lots of bubbles. After a quick wash down of his own hair and body he turned off the water and wrapped them both in thick fluffy towels, leading Jack back to his bedroom. He dried him tenderly, silencing the older man’s protests with a kiss and a whispered, “...please...let me take care of you...”

Jack closed his eyes and gave himself to the sensations of Ianto’s gentle hands ghosting over his warm skin, hands which were then followed by the soft press of his lips, kissing every inch of his body with light reverent touches that set every nerve ending tingling and sent his senses soaring...

When he’d kissed Jack’s body from top to toe, Ianto scrambled back to his feet and crushed his lips to Jack’s willing mouth, his tongue plundering his Captain’s mouth hungrily as passions rose and hips ground together, each swallowing the other’s wanton moan as their kiss deepened...hot and wet and messy...

 They broke their kiss briefly for air, Jack giving himself up to the pleasures of Ianto’s wondrous mouth as his fingers roamed up and down the older man’s back, cupping his buttocks to pull him closer still…

Jack arched against him, hot arousal rubbing together sending sparks of pleasure reverberating through them both. Ianto pulled away from Jack’s pink and kiss swollen lips to graze his teeth down the side of his neck, his Captain tilting his head to one side to allow the young man more access, his moans rising in volume as he lost himself in everything that was Ianto...

Jack turned his head “…kiss me!” he demanded, his voice trembling with want, sighing happily as Ianto obliged by crushing their mouths together, the kiss rapidly becoming wild and frantic, teeth clashing...

They wrenched apart only when the need to breathe asserted itself. “Bed...now!” Jack growled in Ianto’s ear, I need you...”

They tumbled onto Jack’s tiny bunk, limbs entangled, kissing passionately, hands raking over heated flesh, grinding hips together, driving each other into a frenzy of want. Ianto cupped Jack’s face and rocked their entwined bodies, finishing on top of his Captain. Brushing the older man’s cheeks softly he leant down to kiss him lightly, his voice trembling as he gazed into his eyes, “let me..? let me make love to you...”

Jack eyes widened and darkened with desire simultaneously. “Yes...” he whispered hoarsely, “please, Ianto...I’m yours...love me...” The rest was lost as Ianto mouth crashed onto his and the young man fumbled with the lube he’d grabbed from the bedside cabinet. They parted gasping as Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes, the lust-blown blue grey of his own reflecting the blazing love in the younger man’s blue depths… “make love to me, Ianto…please…” his hands reaching to pull his Welshman’s face back towards him so he could capture those wonderful lips once more, his tongue plundering the contours of his mouth with wild passion…

Ianto coated his fingers and trailed them down between Jack’s legs, dancing backwards to slip first one then a second finger into him, every brush of that magic spot drawing a breathless gasp of pleasure from lightly parted lips… He added a third, moving them in and out as Jack pressed back hard against them...

The other hand splayed out over his Captain’s skin with long sensual strokes, sending spine-tingling quivers through his hyper sensitised body, “…now…Ianto…please…need you now…” a wanton moan spilling from his lips as Ianto pushed in slowly, loving the feel of Jack’s hot tight heat around him, his own moans rising as he began to move, his hands clasping Jack’s hips as he arched back against him and they spiralled towards the stars together…

Ianto trembled as he thrust harder and faster, feeling the tingling warmth creeping inexorably up through his body, hot fingers of fire igniting in every cell and he cried out Jack’s name as he tumbled off the edge, the feel of Jack’s own release clenching around him driving them to a shared plane of pure bliss as Ianto collapsed heavily onto his Captain beneath him and they floated in a post orgasmic daze.

Ianto shifted carefully to lie curled up in his Captain’s arms, noses almost touching as they kissed tenderly, tongues swirling lazily in first one mouth then the other. “Wow, that was...just...amazing!” Ianto breathed against Jack’s lips, the feel of you around me...it was...I’ll have to do that again...once is definitely not enough!” He grinned and reached for the wipes, cleaning them both carefully before urging them under the covers. “...that is, of course, if you’ll let me?”

As Jack grinned back and pressed their mouths together in a soft kiss he reflected briefly that letting the Welshman into his life...and into his heart...was the best thing he’d ever done...

End

 

 


zazajb: (coming home)

Title: Don’t tell me it’s too late...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers : Set during and after KKBB
Summary: Jack’s back and struggling to find the words to talk to Ianto about their relationship... Words 3150

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time, neither do I own the song or singer.
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song by Josh Groban http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FPA8DHdia8

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper, jantosparkle, theijs [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N1 This has been crashing around in my head for days and was getting in the way of everything else so I gave in and pinned it to the keyboard! Hope you enjoy.

 

Don’t tell me that it’s too late...

Jack was back. That familiar grin, the coat and those bloody 51st Century pheromones... Ianto knew he was gaping and there was nothing he could do to stop himself. But the thing he hated most of all was knowing that despite being totally pissed at the way he’d just left them....left him after kissing him like that – now that was more than a part-time shag kiss – he still wanted to fling himself into his Captain’s arms and snog his face off...shit!

Their eyes met and he caught a myriad of emotions lurking within those blue grey depths – pain, grief, guilt, relief and delight all fighting for dominance. He bit his lip and dropped his gaze, feeling the other man’s eyes lingering...burning into the back of his skull as he turned away, biting down hard on his bottom lip. He ignored his increased heart rate and the butterflies that had suddenly invaded his stomach and concentrated on the clear up required at the scene. By the time the room had been cleared of dead Blowfish, the curtains sponged clean of splattered Blowfish brains and the family treated for shock, gunshot wounds and then retconned, it was late and he was knackered.

The drive back to the hub was made in uneasy silence, each of the team lost in their own thoughts, assessing their own reactions to the return of their erstwhile dynamic leader. It wasn’t until they fell into their familiar, sans Jack, routine that the emotions churning under the surface burst through when Jack chanced a light-hearted remark about coping without him and he got it...both barrels!

“You left us, Jack – we knew nothing...” Gwen shoved at his chest.

“I know...I’m sorry”

“Where did you go?”

A flicker of a smile crossed his face and the warmth in his eyes tore at Ianto’s heart, the knife twisting in his gut at his words, “I found my Doctor...”

“Did he fix you?” Owen was snarky.

“What’s to fix? You don’t mess with this level of perfection!” the typical Jack response accompanied the trademark Harkness grin, but the smile never reached his eyes Ianto noticed, shadows lurking behind the facade...

“You’ll go back to him...” the words were out of Ianto’s mouth before he realised he’d spoken aloud.

Hurt flashed across that handsome face, “I came back for you...” he looked into Ianto’s eyes, reading suspicion and uncertainty before the Welshman dropped his gaze. Jack gulped. “All of you,” he amended hastily as he noticed the hostile looks from the others...

They’d had no time to ponder on anything Jack had said – or not said – as Captain John Hart was upon them with his swagger and sarcasm, paralysing lip gloss and slightly smaller wrist strap which he over compensated for with a vastly larger ego. Ianto hated him on sight, even more so when he learned of the past relationship with their Captain.

“We were partners...”

“In what way?”

“In every way...”

He cursed under his breath realising that this psychopath with his chiselled cheekbones and quick wit was an ex-lover and judging by the looks he was giving Jack, he was all for renewing that intimacy. Could the day get any better? Apparently so, because after the surprise of an uncertain and quite endearingly hesitant Jack asking him out on a date as they searched an office for Captain-bloody-Hart’s elusive cluster bombs, he found himself with a new nickname and a face full of Hart’s gun. Cursing himself for being caught out so easily, he surrendered his own weapon and raced to find the others when Hart forced him into the elevator with a promise to shoot on sight if he returned.

It was some comfort to discover that the team, though beaten, bloody and poisoned, were alive. Jack, after another death courtesy of a shove off the roof by a bitter and rejected Hart, was able to stun his ruthless and murderous ex-partner into finally telling the truth and with much high drama, handcuffs and a last minute dash with some innovative quick thinking by Owen, Captain John Hart was sent back from whence he came and now they all had to avoid themselves for twenty four hours...bloody fantastic!

In the two weeks that had passed since that day, Jack had resumed his leadership, in some respects almost as if he’d never left...save one... Although he’d asked Ianto out on a date, nothing more had been mentioned and Jack had been distant with him ever since. He missed the intimacy they’d had before Jack had left with the Doctor and despite the hurt, he couldn’t help but long for the days when they’d share a coffee after the others had gone, share stolen kisses around the hub and long passionate love-making down in Jack’s bunk...in the hot house...in the archives...in Jack’s office...

His hands followed their well practiced and familiar routine as he sorted out the last afternoon coffee round with the images from a particularly hot session filling his mind as he was pressed up against the kitchen door whilst the others were at their desks. It had been a near miss with that weevil, the scrape down the side of his neck a testament to that fact and Jack had been in his arms, kissing him with an urgency and passion that had them both fighting back the tears as the realisation of just how close that had been...

He bit back a sob. He’d give anything for a moment like that now. Jack was back, but he was a hollow empty shell of the man he’d been before he went away...broken and Ianto didn’t know how to reach him. A lone tear escaped and he brushed it aside impatiently, concentrating on making Jack’s favourite blend...

In his office, Jack watched his Welshman on the CCTV and once again the pang of longing was enough to make him wince. He reached a trembling finger out to stroke the image on the screen. There was so much he wanted to say to him, the need to wrap him into his arms and kiss him into the next universe was a constant physical ache but after the incident with Hart he didn’t know where to start. Every day he resolved that this was the day he said something, anything to get Ianto back, even if it was only for friendship...he missed their easy banter and those quiet coffees at the start and end of the day, missed the sparkle in those blue eyes as they teased him and the warmth of his body pressed close as they snuggled in his tiny bunk after a mind blowing session of hot lovemaking.

He closed his eyes and imagined himself tugging the young man onto his lap when he delivered his coffee, planned the words he was going to say for all the times I tried for this...and every chance at you I missed... How to explain why he’d gone I’ve been known to go my way... How to say that only the thought of Ianto had kept him fighting on the Valiant...but I confess, it made me miss you more... Oh, the bitter irony – all that time denying his feelings...I drew my line across the sand refusing to admit that he loved this wonderful Welshman...he didn’t do love, not for so very long now...it’s better that way...and set my flag in no-man’s land...

Finding himself alone and shackled in that grimy boiler room his thoughts returned time and time again to that face, that cute button nose, deliciously pink lips and those gorgeous Welsh vowels. He’d meant that kiss, then he’d left him behind, only to find a piece of his soul missing - this quiet and unassuming young man had ducked all his barricades to settle firmly in his heart and the image of him smiling had burned brightly with every death and agonising return to life. How naive he’d been to assume that they could just resume on his return...but here I am, the one-man-band, with a song that’s meant for two...

The sight of his Welshman wiping away a tear filled him with both hope and guilt...hope that Ianto was hurting as much as he was because he wanted more than the stilted working relationship they had at present and then the heavy burden of guilt knowing that he’d caused the hurt in the first place. He shifted miserably in his chair. This had to stop – he needed to know for both their sakes. He watched as Ianto loaded the tray with mugs and what looked like chocolate brownie, his favourite...all those little ways Ianto was reaching out to him and he’d not noticed, so busy looking at the big picture he’d missed the important things, but now he could see clearly...and there is a light from a higher window shining down on you tonight...

Ianto was now in the main hub, handing coffee and cake round to the others. Jack snapped off the CCTV and tugged a file towards him in an attempt to look busy when the young man arrived, in reality staring unseeingly at the sheets in front of him, his attention fixed on the door and the sure certainty that he was going to put things right between them. He ached to hold him, to kiss those soft and sensual lips and run his fingers through his hair...

He heard the measured steps approaching and held his breath. Ianto tapped lightly on the door and came in. “Coffee, sir...” those Welsh vowels caressed his ears and sent a surge of heat to his groin. He looked up into the younger man’s eyes, saddened to see the usually sparking blue dulled with pain. He reached his hand out, only to have his coffee placed carefully into it. Their fingers brushed briefly and he felt the tingle of electricity at the skin to skin contact, his breath hitching as he looked to see if Ianto had felt it too. The spark in those gorgeous blue depths urged him on as he used his other hand to plonk the mug on the desk whilst retaining hold of Ianto’s hand.

“Jack...I...”

“Ianto...I...” they both spoke at the same time, both faltering and looking away.

Ianto bit his lip anxiously, the action sending a stab of fear through the older man and he tightened his grip on Ianto’s captive hand, tugging him closer. “Ianto...I’m...fuck!” Jack swore, sounding more like Owen than himself, as the rift alarm blared out and Ianto pulled his hand away, retreating down to Tosh’s workstation. Jack cursed expressively under his breath and kicked his desk as he followed in the Welshman’s wake.

“What is it Tosh?” he snapped, the tone drawing raised eyebrows from the team.

“Hoix at Cardiff Central station, causing chaos judging by the reports coming in from numerous sources...” Tosh looked searchingly at him, “we can handle it if you want..?” she let the question hang, gently reminding him they were no longer the innocents he’d left behind.

“No, thanks, Tosh...sorry...I was just in the middle of something important...” his eyes flickered towards Ianto who was moving towards the coat stand, “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. We’ll all go...” at least he could keep his Welshman close. He moved swiftly to where Ianto held his coat out as always, slipping into the heavy wool and leaning into the touch as the young man smoothed the fabric over his shoulders in that intimate and familiar way. It would be okay, this was just a temporary setback...wasn’t it?

It was gone eight o’clock by the time they’d dealt with the Hoix and retconned everyone who’d seen it – which ended up being a very large number of people as the creature had led them a merry dance across platforms and live lines, eventually being cornered in the lost luggage office after following a temping trail of sandwiches and biscuits commandeered from several different vendors. The others did their reports as quickly as possible and split, declining offers of coffee. Jack slumped in his chair as the roller door clunked into place behind them.

He rubbed his hands tiredly over his face – he might not need as much sleep as most normal people, but a year of incessant torture had left him world weary, coupled with long lonely hours on a rooftop every night since he’d been back...he closed his eyes and moments later he was asleep.

When Ianto had finally finished settling their new guest in the cells and made it to Jack’s office with the coffee it was approaching ten. He smiled softly at the sight of his sleeping Captain, picking up his greatcoat from the sofa where Jack had dropped it and draped it carefully over him. He pressed a barely-there kiss to the older man’s temple before scribbling a quick post-it and left.

Jack opened his eyes slowly, wondering why he felt so warm. He groped at his coat and sat up. A quick glance at the clock told him it was just after midnight. Damn! He shouldn’t have fallen asleep...Ianto, he needed to talk to Ianto...if it wasn’t too late... Shaking his head to clear the last vestiges of sleep, a flash of neon pink post-it caught his eye and he grabbed it off the desk. As he read it, a relieved smile spread across his face.

Sweet dreams Sir, it’s a brand new day tomorrow and the world can wait a little longer! I

Digging in his pocket he fished out his mobile and his finger hovered over #1 on speedial. He frowned and jammed the phone back into his pocket as he stood and shrugged into his coat. Moments later he was speeding to Ianto’s. Nervous adrenalin kept him moving up the stairs two at a time until he stood outside the Welshman’s front door and he hesitated before knocking, his hand hovering in mid air. What if he was asleep, or in the shower or...

As if in answer there were sounds of movement from within and he could hear the Goddess Ella’s ‘Ev’ry time you say goodbye’ wafting out into the quiet hallway...and the music floats on the breeze... Taking this as a sign he knocked softly...bringing an easier time...

The door opened slowly and Ianto gazed at him hopefully. He looked utterly beautiful – jacket off, waistcoat undone and hanging open, tie swinging loose and the top buttons of his shirt freed to reveal a tempting glimpse of soft downy hair.

Jack gulped and held out the post-it “...it’s tomorrow now...” he managed to rasp...and all of our cards are on the table...

Ianto smiled, the corners of that perfect mouth curving just a little, and stood back, leaving the invitation unspoken...tell me what you want to do...

A  step, or two, and the door closed behind him as they looked at each other. Jack opened his mouth but nothing came out, horror filling his eyes as he struggled to find the words he so desperately needed to say...just don’t tell me that it’s too late...

Ianto’s smile softened and he held out his arms, their mouths crashing together as Jack threw himself into them and wrapped his Welshman into a tight embrace...for me to love you...as they kissed hungrily, tongues tangling fiercely as each reacquainted itself with the taste of the other.

That kiss was like air to a drowning man and Jack put every feeling and emotion he’d tried to vocalise these past weeks, hands raking up and down the young man’s body...how perfect we were meant to be...each melting into the other as two parts of a puzzle...our warm and silent symmetry... As they panted and moaned and kissed, the kiss deepening with every swipe of tongue across pink and swollen lips it was like they’d never been apart...it’s times like these when all, all we need, is to be reminded...

With every moment in Ianto’s arms, every flick of his tongue and every touch of his hands the memories of that boiler room faded away...and I have flown a thousand miles, to empty room and crowded aisles...and he knew that this was where he belonged...and we went from Cathedral bells to show and tell and ‘wish you well’s... They broke apart gasping for air, Ianto burying his head into Jack’s neck as he immersed himself in the blissful sensation of everything that was just Jack. He protested faintly when Jack pulled back to look at him...and I, I still look at you...the intense gaze seeming to penetrate deep into his soul to see all that he was. “God, Ianto...” and I am blinded...Jack breathed, “you’re so fucking beautiful...” I am blinded...

A trembling hand traced the outline of Ianto’s face, ghosting over his cheekbones, his nose and his lips, Jack’s eyes devouring the sight greedily...because there is a light from a higher window... “I thought about you all the time I was away...you were the one thing that kept me going – the thought that I was coming home for you...for us...shining down on us tonight...

He pulled the young man closer, bringing their lips together tenderly, smiling into the kiss as the track changed and ‘Someone to watch over me’ began to play...and the music floats on the breeze from an easier time... Ianto moaned against Jack’s mouth as the kiss deepened and hot fingers of desire spread through him, fisting his hands into his Captain’s hair and grinding their hips together...and all of our cards are on the table...

They came up for air, breath tiny pants, hearts racing, arousals straining against the restrictions of their trousers and their eyes met...tell me what you want to do...

Ianto gasped at the raw emotion in Jack’s eyes – hunger, feral want and love burning from those blue grey pools, pressing a finger against the older man’s mouth as he opened it to speak...just don’t tell me that it’s too late now...knowing what he was going to say and suddenly finding that he didn’t need to hear it – he already knew...for me to love you...

He reached for Jack’s hand and led him to the bedroom. “Show me...” he whispered as Jack’s mouth crashed onto his and they fell on to the bed in a tangle of limbs and he was kissed into oblivion...

End

 


zazajb: (jack and the Dr)

Title: Lost inside of you: The newest star...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, The Doctor [10]
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Coda – Lost inside of you – Sad news and a visit from The Doctor [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 2450

Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
With thanks to the wonderful Wykling for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N: My tribute to the brave and beautiful Elisabeth Sladen who lost her battle with cancer onTuesday. She will be sadly missed by DH/TW/SJA fans the world over. Thoughts are with her family and friends.

The newest star...

C’m here..! I am so going to spank you..!

You have to catch me first Jack...are you up to it old man?

Laughing helplessly, Jack gave chase once more as Ianto darted around the table and dodged into the bedroom. They faced each other on opposite sides of the bed, shared laughter bubbling in their heads as they panted breathlessly. Jack planted his hands on his hips triumphantly...now I’ve got you cornered!

He moved round towards his grinning Welshman, hands outstretched, only to groan as Ianto leapt on to the bed and was midpoint across it when Jack launched himself sideways to grab his partner’s ankles. Ianto came crashing down on top of the older man, driving every last breath out of them both as they lay gurgling, desperately trying to force air back into their lungs.

Ianto recovered first and struggled into a sitting position on the warm, still gasping body of his Captain. He ginned down at the other man...now who’s cornered? ....or should I say pinned down? He wriggled and made himself more comfortable, feeling his body react instantly to Jack’s beneath him.

Jack used this momentary distraction to full advantage by rocking wildly to flip them over and dragged Ianto over his knees. His hands scrabbled at the young man’s belt, button and zip, dragging his trousers and boxers down just enough to bare his backside before administering a couple of sharp slaps that made his hand sting.

Ianto gasped, part laughing, part extremely turned on as Jack then tickled his sides mercilessly before smacking his bare flesh once more...now who’s old? I’ll give you no stamina! You know that was a Blithinnt – no-one could catch that thing – they can leap entire buildings in the blink of an eye....I was letting him go..!

Yeah, right...you’d lost him by the second unit...Lois tracked him vanishing back through the rift another eight units over...as I said – no stamina, Jack!

You want stamina? You’re gonna regret that by morning because I’m going to take you hard and fast all night...

Promises, promises..!

Rolling Ianto over, Jack crashed his mouth onto the younger man’s kissing him with an urgency and passion that sent a hot surge of feral want cascading through them both as tongues explored possessively and nether regions stood proudly to attention... Ianto’s fingers tangled in Jack’s hair, keeping him close as teeth clashed and bodies burned with desire.

They broke briefly for air before diving straight back into hot, open mouthed kisses, hands dragging at clothing to tear each item off as quickly as possible... Jack’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he swore, groping blindly for his recently shed trousers without breaking their fiery kiss... if this is work it’d better be nothing less than the end of the universe...

He moaned as Ianto’s mouth latched on to the soft skin behind his ear as he squinted at the caller ID. “Sarah Jane...what can this lowly Captain do for such a beautiful lady as yourself..?” Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack’s most flirtatious tone. He concentrated on trailing his tongue across the other man’s throat and down his chest, one hand splaying out on his stomach, the other rolling a nipple between finger and thumb as his warm mouth closed over the other, sucking and nipping... He grinned as Jack’s thoughts merged with his own, on the way to complete coherence meltdown...he sucked and pinched that little bit harder...

He felt Jack’s sorrow like a body blow and sat up immediately to see his eyes swimming with tears that spilled out down his face as he reached to hold the younger man close, breathing in the reassuring scent that was just Ianto...

Ianto reached into Jack’s mind, catching his breath as he saw the reason for his distress... I’m so sorry, cariad...she was a beautiful lady...is there anything we can do..? Does Luke need anything..? He grimaced, sorry stupid question...  He moved to kneel behind his partner, sliding his arms tightly around him as he nuzzled into his hair and wrapped his mind around Jack’s...

The conversation lasted another ten minutes before Jack said goodbye after repeating their promise to do anything to help...”no matter what it is...day or night...”

He dropped the phone on the bed and turned into Ianto’s embrace, burying his face in the young man’s neck as he shared the sad news...all those aliens she fought against and it was cancer that took her...she didn’t tell anyone...even Luke... She left him a message with K9 to be played after her death...she’s made Mr Smith his legal guardian until his 18th birthday which is only a few weeks away...

The thought hit them simultaneously...The Doctor...

They heard the familiar grating noise of the TARDIS as they flung their clothes back on and raced outside to the back garden, both feeling the Timelord’s obvious distress as they stood by the door, hands clasped tightly, waiting...

If he’s not out in another five minutes we’ll go in...

Ianto nodded, reaching his mind out to the special connection he’d had with the Doctor since their traumatic journeys into Jack’s darkest memories...the Timelord had supported Ianto’s fragile mind so many times, giving him an enduring piece of himself – a golden thread linking him to a love and wisdom that burned at the heart of time... come out...please...

Tortuous sobbing met his gentle press. He tried again...please Doctor...we know...we loved her too...

The door opened slowly and the Timelord stumbled out, falling into their open arms to be wrapped into a mammoth hug as their minds curled around his, their warmth and love eventually slowing his heaving sobs. No words were spoken...none were needed, each felt every heartbeat of the others, every breath bringing them closer as one as the bonds of eternal friendship strengthened once more...

Finally, they released him and led him back indoors. Ianto made some himself and Jack a coffee and a mug of his special tea for the Doctor and followed the others into the living room where they flopped down onto the sofas and sipped their drinks as they each followed their own quiet memories of the beautiful and brilliant Sarah Jane Smith...

Gradually their thoughts merged, settling on the last time Ianto had seen her, laughing and blushing at Jack’s outrageous flirting at HM Garden Party the previous May. She had positively glowed with life and vitality, Luke proudly at her side... The Doctor sent a flash of a velvet black sky and an echo of the ethereal beauty of Ood song...I’d like to share my Sarah Jane with you...

Entwining their hands, Jack and Ianto followed the Doctor into his mind space, that familiar and breathtaking sense of all there was and all there possibly could be filling them with wonder... They walked over to join him in gazing up at the endless night, the distant stars and mystical beauty of far spun galaxies glittering above them...

“I first met Sarah Jane in my second regeneration – so the third ‘me’ if you like...oh you’re just gonna love the fashion, Ianto! I was suave in those days..! Sarah Jane was an investigative journalist impersonating her aunt to infiltrate a top secret research facility...” he smiled fondly, despite the sparkle of fresh tears in his eyes as the shadows swirled and images formed in the sky above them...

“She thought I was the enemy and snuck on board the TARDIS as a stowaway...she was so young and beautiful and I was struck by how passionate she was about the fight for what is right...she got caught up in the battle against the Sontarans...”

The Doctor looked up as the sky was filled with metal helmeted militaristic aliens crying out for the glory of battle and flashes of sonic blasters whooshed past their ears...

When we won I invited her to come with me and we travelled through space and time...it was good...and then we met the spiders...

Ianto shuddered and pressed closer to Jack as the space above their heads was filled with giant blue spiders. They watched as the Doctor fell to the floor and began pulsing with light...he was regenerating as Sarah Jane watched with wide eyes...

The ‘new’ Doctor was totally different – big floppy hat, expressive eyes, incredibly long colourful scarf and a taste for jelly babies...

The images flowed thick and fast – encounters with more Sontarans, the Cybermen and a terrifying episode with Davros as he created the Daleks...knowing what would happen in the Time War... In each adventure Sarah Jane shone as a beacon of everything to do with hope and loyalty and love...”all those best human qualities and she made me a better person...

I had to take her home when I was summoned home to Gallifrey – no humans allowed on my home planet then – I took her home but I didn’t forget her – I sent her K9 one Christmas so he could help her with her investigations – I was so proud of her for getting on with her life...

I never expected to see her again after the incident when she was transported to Gallifrey by Lord President Borusa to take part in the Game of Rassilon in The Death Zone...that was a close one...”

The images shifted again and reformed to show the Doctor as they recognised him in his current form. He was beaming a greeting as he was introduced to Sarah Jane Smith, reporter, doing a piece on Lucas Finch, the new Headmaster of a school whose amazing turnaround had some rather strange features...

The Doctor was a teacher...Mr Smith... “I had a friend who sometimes went by that name...” Sarah Jane spoke quietly.

“It’s a common name...” he offered, unable to shake the delighted grin off his face.

“He was an uncommon man...” she responded wistfully...

Of course, Sarah Jane didn’t recognise him until they met again, in the dead of night as each was taking their own investigation of the school a step further.

“I waited for you to come back...but you never did...I thought you were dead...” she burst out, adding the fact that instead of taking her home he’d left her in Scotland!

They watched as the two old friends embraced...my Sarah Jane...the warmth of the Doctor’s emotions washed over them, drawing fond smiles to each of their faces.

It was a bit frosty when Rose and Sarah Jane first met, both vying to be the one who laid claim to the Doctor’s heart – what they’d forgotten was the undisputed fact that a Timelord has two hearts and therefore there was one for each of them..! These barriers overcome, the two women became close friends very quickly, to both the joy, and dismay, of the sometimes bemused child of Gallifrey...

They chuckled when Mickey realised he was the modern equivalent to the ‘tin dog’ K9, now repaired by the Doctor and his sonic screwdriver... The brave dog sacrificed himself to blow the school up when it became clear that the aliens would not be thwarted or persuaded to abandon their plan to take charge of the building blocks of the universe by using the brains and souls of schoolchildren to crack the code...

At this farewell, Sarah Jane insists on a goodbye, sharing the fact that she never married...”there was this one man...he was kind of a tough act to follow...” They felt her joy when she discovered Mark IV K9 waiting for her when the TARDIS dematerialised...

The sky swirled for a final time to form the events of the Stolen Earth and Jack and Ianto watched as images of themselves appeared to play their part in the events of Davros’ attempts to destroy reality itself, the ‘Children of Time’ uniting to face down the threat in a thrilling and complicated rollercoaster ride that resulted in the Doctor-Donna and the destruction of the Daleks once again...

They watched the events play out through the twists and turns culminating in a wonderful journey home with everyone helping to fly the TARDIS as it towed the earth home to restore reality...

The Doctor’s tears fell freely as he watched himself hug Sarah Jane goodbye once more before she ran off happily, her final words, “...he’s only 14...” as she hurried back to her son, K9 and Mr Smith, the super computer who helped her protect her neighbourhood from alien threat...

Good bye Sarah Jane...my Sarah Jane...” he whispered as they tightened their arms around his narrow shoulders, their own tears falling silently down their cheeks...

The images cleared and the sky returned to velvet blackness as the Ood song filled their heads and hearts.

They stood, heads bowed for long minutes until the Doctor pulled himself gently from their embrace. “It’s time to say good bye again...” as he retreated from his mind space to return them to real time.

Ianto moved to the decanter to pour three glasses of single malt whisky. Handing each man a glass, they moved back outside into the garden. Three men: one immortal, one vastly extended lifespan, one Timelord [last of] raised their glasses to the clear night sky and toasted the newest star in the velvety heavens...rest in peace Sarah Jane...

End

Elisabeth Sladen 1948 - 2011

  


zazajb: (coming home)

Title: These things I miss
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers : set start s2/KKBB
Summary: their thoughts when apart while Jack’s with the Doctor... Words 1400

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time; I also don’t own the song or Matt Nathanson...
A/N Inspired by the song ‘Come on get higher’ sung by Matt Nathanson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHx4BlF6V2o

This is for [livejournal.com profile] aviv_b  and [livejournal.com profile] chocolatenianto who both have birthdays this week - happy days ladies *birthday hugs*

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & tw_proper, tw_classic, jantosparkle [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

 

These things I miss

Ianto rubbed a weary hand over his eyes as he turned off the computer screen. Slumping back in Jack’s chair, his fingers trailed absently over the lines of the desk as he gazed into the distance. It was too quiet – the muted hum of the hub at night was a stark reminder of just how lonely this place could be. In his head he filled the vast empty space with Jack’s larger-than-life presence...I miss the sound of your voice...his infectious laugh, head thrown back, his eyes dancing with affection as he teased Owen...his crisp instructions as they planned how to take down an attacking Vilkien’thsn war party without causing a city-wide panic, those blue grey eyes crinkled in thought as he worked through the strategy...the low growl as he breathed in Ianto’s ear, telling him exactly what he was going to do as he undressed him slowly...

Another flood of memories washed over him, accompanied with a rush of hot desire that gathered uncomfortably in his trousers...there would be no mutually satisfying release of that tonight...and I miss the rush of your skin...too many endless nights alone in Jack’s bunk – how could such a tiny space seem so cold and empty...and I miss the still of the silence, as you breathe out and I breathe in... He closed his eyes and traced the outline of his lips with his finger, the images of Jack in his head as the finger trailed over his chin and down his neck, the lightest of touches... He let out a low moan...Jack... Nights spent wrapped around each other, exploring their newfound intimacy, discovering pleasures enhanced by the gradual lowering of barriers on both sides...admit it Jones...you love him...

Sighing heavily, he opened his eyes and sat up. He needed a miracle...if I could walk on water...a miracle that would bring Jack back to him...and maybe a crystal ball would be helpful...if I could tell you what’s next... Would he have done things differently – if he’d known what was coming? He pondered for all of a nano-second...no...he wouldn’t have missed the time he’d had with Jack for anything... Jack had rebuilt him...after Lisa...after the cannibals...”it’s going to be alright, Ianto...” make you believe...make you forget...

Jack was right, he’d made it better...with a tenderness that Ianto hadn’t known was there as he’d kissed his tears away and soothed his nightmares...teased away his melancholy...so come, get higher, loosen my lips... A smile curved the corners of the Welshman’s mouth as he pictured Jack dancing for him in this very office, gyrating as he stripped slowly...faith and desire in the swing of your hips... The smile broke into a grin as he recalled the rest of that night...just pull me down hard and drown me in love...

That smile stayed on his lips as he cuddled into Jack’s bunk and wrapped his arms around the pillow that still smelled faintly of the man he loved...the man he missed so very much...

 Jack took the first agonising gasp of air as he was dragged back to life. Sagging in his shackles he breathed one word...Ianto... Images of his perfect Welshman crowded his brain, the one thing that kept him fighting...Ianto bringing him coffee, that spark as their hands brushed when the mug changed ownership...those pristine pinstripes and the way they hugged his arse as he bent over some artefact in the archives...those wonderful Welsh vowels that caressed his ears as they discussed the events of the day...I miss the sound of your voice, the loudest thing in my head... God he missed him so much...

He closed his eyes as the images intensified...Ianto as he came undone as Jack kissed his way down his body, writhing from the touch of his lips and hands on his heated skin, low moans of pleasure wrapped around a stream of incoherent Welsh as they edged ever nearer to the bliss of release...and I ache to remember all the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said...

He blinked away the tears as he recalled that blazing look in the young man’s eyes...that look that said how he felt...how they both felt even if the words were never spoken... Sighing heavily he shifted uncomfortably in his chains. He needed a miracle...if I could walk on water...a miracle to get back to his Welshman...the man that he...the man that he...loved...he knew that now and he wished he’d told him before he ran away – the wonders of hind sight...if I could tell you what’s next... When he got home...and he would make it home, he’d stop at nothing to put things right...Ianto...make you believe, make you forget...

A smile formed on his lips as memories raced across his brain, Ianto’s brief, but nonetheless impressive, spell as a magic tea dragon under the influence of alien LSD...so come on, get higher, loosen my lips...watching him dance with abandon, several beers too many after celebrating the Welsh rugby team’s victory over their old English rivals...faith and desire in the swing of your hips... The smile morphed into a grin as he recalled how that night had ended – their lovemaking had been wild and passionate, slowing to sensual and tender as night became a new day...just pull me down hard and drown me in love...

I came back for you...the words hung heavy in the air as they looked at each other, suspicion and hurt battling want and need...and then the moment was gone...

The day descended into chaos in usual Torchwood style with the added distraction of Captain John Hart...note the sarcasm...and Ianto was reminded just how little he knew about the man who owned his heart so completely...

Eventually the cluster bombs, pistol whipping, paralysing lip gloss, Owen getting shot, Jack getting dead, Hart not getting dead...these minor issues were dealt with and Hart was dispatched back through the rift and the team now had to avoid themselves for twenty four hours which was why they were all waiting for room keys at the reception of the St David’s Hotel and Spa... Ianto met Jack’s hesitant gaze and nodded briefly as he requested three singles and a double...

The elevator ride up to the third floor was silent and they headed for their rooms in sombre mood, Jack and Ianto turning left down the corridor, the team turning right... Jack stopped outside 313 and opened the door with the key card before standing back to allow the Welshman to go in first. Ianto headed for the window and gazed out over the bay. Long minutes passed in silence until he turned to see Jack still stood uncertainly by the door with tears streaming down his cheeks and he realised that his own tears were falling thick and fast...I miss the pull of your heart...

Ianto stepped forward and opened his arms, crushing their mouths together as Jack flung himself into the embrace and they kissed hungrily, the passion building rapidly from long months of abstinence. They moaned against each other’s lips...I could taste the sparks on your tongue...hands grabbing at clothing as they sought desperately to touch the warm flesh below, buttons were attacked, shirts were tugged off and flung away, buckles and zips were navigated until they were naked and they fell across the bed.

Hot kisses and gentle touch alternated with heady passion and feral want as they moved closer to the ecstasy of their climax...I see angels and devils and God when you come...on...hold on...hold on...

“Jack...”

“Ianto...”

...hold on, hold on...

They slumped together in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and sated, hearts pounding wildly in their chests as the serenity of the afterglow radiated through them... Jack traced the outline of Ianto’s lips before kissing him tenderly as he entwined their fingers. “Ianto, I...”

“Sshh...I know...” the Welshman pressed their lips together lightly. “Why don’t you show me again...” so come on get higher...”show me what I’ve missed...” ’cause everything works love, everything works in your arms...

End  

 


zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

Title: With three words...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, mention of team
Spoilers – set immediately after Meat TW S2
Summary: Jack, Ianto and the aftermath of that retcon refusal. Words 1800

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution & jackxianto, tw_classic, tw_proper, jantosparkle [apologies to those getting this multiple time]

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] iolo1234  whose review of this episode sent my brain all-of-a-dither and it refused to behave again until I pinned this to the keyboard!

With three words

With three words Ianto’s world crashed down around his ankles.

Tight-lipped, his heart breaking...no – make that shattering into a million tiny pieces and his eyes suspiciously damp, Ianto watched as his Captain stormed into his office and threw himself into his chair. A momentary pause and then he leant forward to flick a switch on the CCTV.

Turning away, biting down so hard on his bottom lip that he tasted the coppery tang of blood, Ianto caught Tosh’s gaze. The pretty tech genius looked sympathetically at him and moved as if to approach. Forcing himself to appear nonchalant, the Welshman shrugged, turned on his heel and headed down to the sanctuary of his archives. Once there he slumped against the wall and let the tears he’d been holding back flow without restraint. He wasn’t sure if it was relief he was still alive after the man’s gun had jammed or anger that with three words Jack had effectively reduced him to the rank of part-time shag, only this time it was worse as he’d been publicly humiliated...

He closed his eyes in a futile attempt to stop the scene playing out in his head, the electric sparks that flew between his Captain...no – he wasn’t his Captain any more – and Gwen as they screamed at each other – her angry “I wouldn’t know any different...” to Jack’s anguished “...but I would...”

With three words, everything they’d built since Jack had been back was reduced to a pile of rubble more effectively than a demolition crew armed with a fleet of wreckers. Fresh tears fell as image after image raced through his brain as he searched for the clues that he’d misread Jack’s intentions...sharing hot chips leaning on the railings as they gazed over the bay, Jack sucking Ianto’s fingers clean as he’d forgotten to pick up any serviettes – the action intimate and sensual, the way their bodies fitted so perfectly together and the way his lips tingled deliciously from the heat of Jack’s kisses...

He struggled to control his tumbling thoughts that refused to be drawn away from the memory of Jack’s mouth on his, Jack’s hands holding him close, that spellbinding aroma that was Jack’s 51st century pheromones, that look in Jack’s blue grey eyes...he slid down the wall and hugged his knees to his chest as uncertainty and confusion continued to battle...

 

His phone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket absently, the action an automatic reflex. He grimaced at the sight of Jack’s name on the screen. Sighing heavily he opened the message...Ianto was all it said. He frowned, that didn’t make sense at all...but then, since when did Jack bloody Harkness ever make sense? Another beep...another message...please and then more beeps...forgive and finally it fell together...me...

 

Ianto fought the urge to swear loudly in very expressive Welsh and glared at his knees. How could Jack get to him so easily...he was angry with Jack he told himself sternly...don’t...just don’t... He sighed, who was he kidding? He loved Jack with a passion he’d never known existed and he could no more stop himself from loving him, than he could prevent the sun from rising... His phone beeped again...look at me...please?

 

The logical Ianto spent a few micro-seconds processing the fact that Jack was watching him on the CCTV, before he lifted his head slowly and turned his tear-stained face towards the camera in the corner of the room. He stared impassively at the blinking red light for a few moments before dropping his gaze once again to his knees.

 

A minute later his phone beeped its familiar pattern. Ianto opened the message...Ianto, please forgive me. I was an idiot!

 

“You can say that again!” Ianto muttered to himself, jumping violently when Jack detached himself from the doorframe and walked towards him.

 

"I was an idiot!” he said softly as he crouched down in front of the trembling Welshman and reached out a tentative hand to rest on top of the young man’s knee. “Can you forgive me?”

 “It was only three words, Jack, but they hurt me...”

 “I know...and I’m sorry...” he squeezed Ianto’s knee gently, encouraged when he didn’t move away. “I didn’t think, I just reacted when I thought my team was going to be split apart and despite what you think, we need her – she’s our link to the outside world, to a normal life with a flat and a fiancé and eating lasagne for dinner...

 I was scared today...scared because I almost lost you...when he had his gun to your head I couldn’t think of anything but what I would do to him if he hurt you...” his voice dropped to a whisper, “I can’t lose you, Ianto...”

 Sighing, Ianto glanced at Jack through his eyelashes, watching his reaction carefully “you said you couldn’t lose Gwen either...your words, Jack...how am I supposed to feel?”

 Jack visibly sagged as his grip tightened on the Welshman’s knee, before he moved to take one of Ianto’s hands and fold it in between his “They’re her words, Ianto, you have your own...special words, just-for-you-words...words I should’ve given you a very long time ago...” He cupped the young man’s face tenderly and gazed into his eyes, “I love you, Ianto Jones...just you...only you...and...” His words were lost as Ianto’s mouth crashed against his own, the momentum knocking them backwards to stretch out on the floor, hands raking wildly through hair and over clothing, desperate to reach the warm flesh below as their tongues duelled wildly and teeth clashed, passion bruising lips...

They broke apart, breathing heavily. Wordlessly, Jack tugged Ianto to his feet, entwining their hands tightly and led him back up to the main hub and into his office, pausing only to kiss his Welshman hungrily once more before they slid down the ladder into Jack’s bunker.

Twin pools of blue blazed with fiery passion and feral desire as they undressed each other, staring  deeply into each other’s eyes as each layer was removed and discarded on the floor. Once they were naked Jack lowered his eyes, silently handing Ianto the lead. A tiny smile curved the corners of Ianto’s mouth and he traced the outline of his Captain’s lips lightly with his finger before kissing him gently, tongue flicking against the older man’s lips before it slid into his willing mouth to map every contour...

Without breaking their kiss, Ianto shuffled them backwards to Jack’s tiny bunk and they fell sideways onto it, arms tightening around each other as the kiss built in intensity, Ianto adding an edge of raw want and a need to possess and brand the other man as his own. Jack moaned against his mouth as Ianto ground their hips together and delicious spikes of desire radiated through them...

 

Rolling them over Ianto slammed Jack back into the mattress, his Captain arching his body up towards him as he devoured his mouth and tangled his hands painfully in his hair... There was nothing soft or gentle in his touch, the kiss bruising lips, red hot pulses of passion merged with the fiery intensity of primal lust and they thrust against each other, panting as Ianto broke their kiss and bit down on Jack’s bottom lip. He continued to use his teeth, scraping them down the side of Jack’s neck, knowing that the bruises would fade but the branding would be imprinted in their minds long after the physical marks had gone...

 

Jack moaned loudly as Ianto continued mercilessly down his body, marking every inch of him as the property of Ianto Jones, the intensity of the young man’s emotions were overwhelming and set his senses on fire, wave after wave of feral want tumbling between them... Jack gasped as he was engulfed in the heat of his lover’s mouth, tongue and teeth making him shudder with desire at the heady mix of pain and pleasure and he was trembling on the edge of explosive release when Ianto pulled back and slid back up his body to meet his gaze, the Welshman’s own blue eyes blazing with wild passion.

 

Ianto slid three fingers into Jack’s mouth, their eyes still locked on each other, breath coming in short pants. Jack sucked on them eagerly, want raging through him... Ianto pulled his fingers from his Captain’s mouth and crushed their lips together, hard and passionate, as his hand slid down to push in first one, then a second finger, brushing them over that magic spot, drawing soft cries from the older man as he prepared him roughly...

 

Still not breaking their eye contact, Ianto withdrew his fingers and pushed in slowly, Jack hissing at the slight burn, accepting it in the heat of passion... He thrust his hips towards the younger man, urging him to move...moaning loudly as he pulled out to slam back in, hard, almost brutal, then slowing to soft, gentle movements that had Jack mewling and squirming, begging for more... Ianto’s heart was pounding, the heady mix of control and wild desire was exhilarating as he slammed in again before returning to the soft and gentle thrusts, knowing he was driving Jack crazy, feeling his body craving release...

 

Ianto...please...need to...” Jack panted, in awe of how well the young man knew his body, knew how to take him right to the edge and back off, had him writhing and gasping, completely under his control, every touch like fire on his heated skin...he gasped again at the change in pace and his eyes rolled in his head as his lover’s hand pumped and twisted in time to his thrusts, finally exploding in unison, trembling violently with the intensity of their climax...before they slumped in a tangle of limbs...

 

Jack smoothed a stray lock of hair from Ianto’s forehead as their breathing slowed and they basked in the warmth of the afterglow as they came down from their orgasmic high. He pressed their lips, pink and swollen from their wild kisses, together tenderly as he gazed into his Welshman’s eyes, blinking the tears away at the depth of emotion that radiated from those deep blue pools, “I meant it, Ianto” he whispered, “I love you...”

 

Ianto smiled. With three words his Captain had put him back together again...

 

End

  
 


zazajb: (don't forget me-never could)

Title: Bring him home
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers : TW CoE, specifically Day 4
Summary: Jack revives on the floor of Thames House... Words 750

Warnings: serious angst, CoE character death

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time; I also don’t own the song or RyanDan...
A/N Inspired by the beautiful voices of RyanDan and dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] iantosdreamer46  who’s had a tough week. My thoughts also go out to all those caught up in the earthquake and tsunami... Best effects are reading with song in the background... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVQclOwFHX0

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & tw_proper [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

 

 

Bring him home

Jack took that first agonising gasp of air as he was flung away from the darkness once again, his hands reaching convulsively for the warm embrace of his beloved Welshman...and then he remembered... The realisation hit him like a hammer blow, driving the breath from his freshly filled lungs and his eyes filled with tears...Ianto...my Ianto...

He knew, without turning his head, that Gwen was sat beside the body of the man he loved...the man he’d let down time and time again but who’d always forgiven him for his failings...who’d welcomed him back into his arms with unwavering loyalty and unconditional love...Ianto...

He sat up slowly, staring ahead as his brain resisted the inevitable...Ianto was dead...killed by the deadly virus...Jack’s heart shattered into a million tiny pieces and his body shook as he moved to sit next to Gwen. She leant against him as he put his arm around her and felt her trembling as tears coursed down her face. He watched as she reached across to minutely adjust the perfect knot of Ianto’s tie...

His vision swam as he looked at the still form...he could just be sleeping...his frantic brain searched for alternatives to the bitter reality... Images flew through his head...Ianto laughing by the railings outside the Tourist Information as they licked ice cream from each other’s fingers on a warm July day, wrapped around him as their bodies stilled after making love in a cornfield – the fragrant summer night air caressing their skin as they kissed sweetly...the world faded away - it was just them, right here, right now...the summers die one by one...

His breath hitched as the memories washed over him...how soon they fly on and on...weevil hunting late at night, sharing that first coffee of the day...the two of them alone in the hub...tender touch and gentle words, the way his mouth curved at the corners with that tiny knowing smile as he leant across his Captain to place his mug on the desk, the feel of those soft and sensual lips as they moved so perfectly against his own, the reassuring warmth as he revived after yet another brutal death, the sparkle in those cobalt blue eyes as they met across the hub, the bliss of stolen moments – a kiss, a touch...during the madness that was their life...so many memories but they were never going to be enough – I wanted more time with him...we’d barely begun to live...to love...

Tears spilled unchecked down his cheeks, he had endless life...was so old...this was so wrong...and I am old and will be gone... I can’t lose him...his silent cry to every God he’d ever known...a plea that echoed through the cavernous makeshift morgue where the bodies lay silent and alone...you can take...and you can give... This man deserves to live...he’s given so much of himself – to me...to this earth...let him be...let him live...

I have so much time – yet it means nothing without him...he is my life now...everything that I fight for, the endless day that is my curse...he taught me how to see it as a gift...he gave me meaning...without him...I am nothing...take me...if I die – then let me die...save him...let him live... Ianto Jones belongs with the living...here...he is everything...bring him home...

I never told him...” the sob wrenched from him before he could stop it...”at the end...I never told him...” he reached to take Ianto’s chill hand in his own, his fingers curling around the unresponsive flesh as his tears flowed...

Gwen took a tiny breath in and turned her head, “he knew...” she whispered, as she kissed his damp cheek, “he always knew...”

She stood carefully and watched as Jack shuffled closer to his beloved Welshman, his other hand now tracing the contours of that beautiful face... As she walked away she heard the anguished I love you...I always loved you...and she knew that nothing would ever be the same again...sometimes the price they paid was just too high...bring him home...

End

 

 

 


zazajb: (coe jack tears)

Title: I never told you...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – All series 1-3
Summary: A companion piece to No place to hide [CoE fixit, sequel to All the time we have]. Jack is haunted by his memories... Warnings character death, serious angstt  Words 800
x-posted jackxianto, jantolution, tw_proper 

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

A/N For [livejournal.com profile] jedi_harkness  who wanted a Jack-centric fic using this hauntingly beautiful song by Colbie Caillat http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ij9NtI3xh8Y  we would like to say thank you to [livejournal.com profile] pinkpolyanthus  for making the vid to go with it   [lots of tissues required]. Link is here  http://www.sendspace.com/file/xco4gm Love you  xxx

 

I never told you...                                                                         

Another day...another planet...another rooftop...

Same emptiness...same all- consuming grief...

The crystalline lake on the horizon glistened in the light of the setting twin suns as he gazed out from his lofty perch. It should’ve been breathtaking but he couldn’t appreciate its beauty or that of the thousands of tiny rainbows who danced where land met sky...

His thoughts were haunted by his face...that beautiful face that he’d never forget... He choked back a sob as he remembered...I miss those blue eyes how they’d gazed into his own, love blazing from those cobalt depths when they lay in Jack’s tiny bunk, limbs entwined...how you kiss me at night...pressed close together, sated and blissfully drowsy...I miss the way we sleep... Now his bed was so cold...

Morning came and he was still standing, numb with cold and equally unmoved by the suns rising...like there’s no sunrise... His heart ached with longing as he remembered Ianto’s smile...the way that it curved the corners of his mouth, remembered kissing those soft and sensual lips as they smiled into each other’s eyes...like the taste of your smile...the way their bodies trembled as they moved together, edging closer to the exquisite ecstasy of release, lips just millimetres apart so every breath was shared as they moved as one...I miss the way we breathe...

He hung his head as he pictured those last moments, Ianto’s breathless “I love you” knowing that his life was slipping away... Tears fell unchecked down Jack’s face as he heard his pitiful response...he did love him...had loved him for a very long time...but I never told you, what I should have said...when it came to the crunch he’d bottled it...no, I never told you...I just held it in... Saying those three words would have been admitting that this was goodbye...the end...and he couldn’t...don’t...please don’t leave me Ianto...

His shoulders hunched as the images flooded his head...perfection in blue pinstripe bringing him coffee, the dancing light in his beautiful eyes as their hands brushed as the mug changed ownership, Ianto leant against his desk as they discussed whatever report he had open on his desk – his way of keeping the Welshman close to him for a little longer...both knowing it...both loving the game...and now, I miss everything about you...

The memories darkened...Lisa throwing Ianto across the hub to land in a crumpled heap...the ultimate betrayal by the young man he’d come to regard so highly...can’t believe that I still want you...and after all the things we’ve been through...and yet there was still something about him...after the Brecon Beacons...then the faeries...I miss everything about you... I don’t want to live...without you...

He recalled those heady nights, wrapped in Ianto’s arms, when he could relinquish the mantle of control...when his gorgeous Welshman took him to paradise one kiss at a time, eyes fixed on his Captain’s blue grey depths...I see your blue eyes, every time I close mine... Every breath shared, every touch of heated skin and he knew that being here, safe in the circle of Ianto’s love, that he was just a man...now a man without a home...you make it hard to see, where I belong to... Without Ianto he was a broken man, without purpose...without love...when I’m not around you – it’s like I’m not with me...

The ferocity of his sobs shook his body...but I never told you, what I should have said...he saw himself clutching Ianto’s lifeless body closer, leaning over to press their lips together as his own life force drained away, regret and loss...endless love burning in his heart – love that Ianto would never hear him speak...no I never told you, I just held it in... He fell to his knees as the images in his head took him to the floor of Thames House...as he revived...and now I miss everything about you...I can’t go on...without you...

In his head he saw Ianto’s tiny smile, that just-for-my-Captain-when-we’re-alone smile, those beautiful blue eyes blazing with emotion...and he whispered through his tears ” I love you...”

Standing, he gazed out at the sunrise... “It’s beautiful, Ianto...beautiful...”

End     

 
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zazajb: (janto hold onto me)

Title: In your arms
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set immediately after Countrycide S1
Summary: Nightmares of the events in the Brecon Beacons leave Ianto needing comfort.... Words 3350 Warnings: mild horror

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: scared; night, corner, raindrops ‘I’ll promise to look after you”

This is for [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted ...wish I was closer... Thinking of you with love *hugs tight carefully, mindful of migraine* 

In your arms...

It was two days after the Brecon Beacons and some of his bruises were starting to turn into spectacular displays of yellow and green amongst a backdrop of black and blue, all standing out starkly against his pale skin. His cracked ribs hurt and he ached from head to foot. He moved carefully and painfully around the hub but was doggedly determined to do his job.

 

At least the team were now treating him as a human being rather than a leper – not that he had blamed them after...after Lisa...the dull ache reverberating in his chest was nothing to do with the cannibals... He shook his head minutely and pushed the thoughts away. Time for the final round of coffee... Slowly ascending the stairs he felt the stare fixed on his back and he glanced out the corner of his eye to find Jack watching him intently... Jack...just looking at him made his heart beat faster...

 

Snatches of memories from his suspension flitted across his brain – Jack holding him close as he cried, Jack kissing him softly, tenderly, soothing away the hurt, even if only temporarily...Jack looking at him like he could see right through him, deep into the confused and tortured heart of his tangled emotions...

 

His body cried out for Jack, to be held and kissed...and more...his rational mind wanted to hate him for killing Lisa...for ruthlessly setting Myfanwy on the woman he loved...but she wasn’t that woman - he knew that now, so it was ok not to hate him...but it was wrong to want him...like that... His Tad’s voice echoed in his head “sodding poofter had it coming...” as he read aloud a story in the local newspaper of the brutal murder of a young gay man...This kind of want was wrong...but it didn’t feel wrong...it felt right..he wanted it...wanted Jack...the battle in his head waged onwards...

 

With a start he came back to the present, realising that Jack was now looking concerned... He gave a tiny smile and turned back, resuming his slow climb to the kitchen. Once the coffee was brewing he leant forward against the worktop and covered his face with his hands, biting back the sobs that threatened to engulf him.

 

Lost in tortuous thought, self loathing and general despair, he didn’t realise the older man had come to find him until a warm hand was placed gently on his back and he jumped, grunting as red hot pain shot through him in protest at the sudden movement. He turned slowly, trying desperately to ignore his heart thudding double-time and the spikes of desire twitching in his groin...

 

“Hey...” Jack spoke softly, “you ok..?”

 

Ianto didn’t trust himself to speak, so just nodded, not meeting Jack’s eyes, biting hard on his bottom lip to stop it from trembling...

 

Gentle fingers tipped his chin up so he could meet the worried gaze in those endless blue grey eyes, his worldly-wise Captain seeing at a glance that all was not ok... He folded him into his arms, encouraging the young man to rest his head on his shoulder while he stroked his hair...”it’s going to be ok...I promise to look after you...” he whispered.

 

Ianto leant against the warmth of Jack’s body, giving in to the little voice at the back of his head and snaked his arms around the older man, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt and breathing in the scent that was uniquely Jack. He sighed deeply and pressed closer...

 

“Better..?”

 

Ianto mumbled incoherently into Jack’s shoulder, tightening his grip despite the pain in his ribs. Somehow when he was with Jack nothing else seemed to matter...he felt safe...he closed his eyes, letting the weariness wash over him...

 

They remained still for long minutes until Jack pulled back, gently, not wanting to hurt the young Welshman. He brushed his lips lightly over Ianto’s. “Coffee...then home – get some rest...ok...” Releasing him, he stepped back and watched as Ianto poured out the coffees, adding cream and sugar to those who needed it and placing a plate of chocolate biscuits on the tray before picking it up carefully, wincing as pain shot through him.

 

Jack watched him limp down the stairs then hand out the drinks and biscuits. Tosh accepted hers with a smile and quiet thanks, glancing up from her work to make eye contact, Gwen nodded her thanks, also with a small smile and Owen grunted a gruff “thanks, tea boy...” without looking at him... He was almost at the top of the steps from autopsy when Owen called out, asking about his pain levels, offering both pain relief and sleeping pills... Ianto thanked him, declining both...

 

Finally, he took Jack’s coffee to his office and set it down on the desk, turning and colliding with the Captain as one attempted to leave the office and the other entered at speed... Ianto gasped as his body protested wildly at the impact and he staggered into Jack’s outstretched arms... “...back again so soon..?! Not that I mind..!” he leered at him, drawing a blush across the young man’s cheeks as he attempted to wriggle away...before Jack could feel the hardness in his trousers.

 

“....see you tomorrow...sir...”

 

Back home at his flat, Ianto stood under the shower, feeling the warmth of the water soothing some of his aches and pains. He closed his eyes and ran his hands gingerly over his chest, bubbles from the shower gel disguising the welts so he could almost make believe it had never happened...he hadn’t been tenderised...hadn’t had a meat cleaver at his throat...he shuddered violently as waves of nausea ran through him, his eyes flew open in an attempt to escape the visions of horror in his mind...

 

Jack...think of Jack...how he’d held him and soothed him and gently bathed his wounds...how his eyes had shown a vulnerability only recently discovered...after Jasmine and the faeries...a Jack who could hurt, who could question his actions even as he knew they were the right ones...a Jack he wanted to spend more and more time with...a Jack he was falling for... His hands had settled in his groin, absently stroking, as his thoughts had turned to his Captain and he realised he was rock hard...this was starting to become a habit...as he increased the motion of his hand, gasping his release after an embarrassingly short space of time...

 

Sliding under his quilt he closed his eyes and was grateful when exhaustion-inspired sleep claimed him...

 

He was dreaming...he was back in that dingy stinking cellar, there was blood everywhere and someone was laughing-a cold hysterical laugh that filled him with terror... Tosh, he needed to save Tosh...he tried to roll over but his hands and feet were tied...he fought against the rope binding him, feeling it bite deep into his flesh, finally managing to turn round... A scream froze in his throat as he came face to face with Tosh’s severed head...it was her blood he was laying in...he’d failed...she was dead and now it was his turn...the meat cleaver swung in an arc high above him as a hand grabbed hold of his hair to pull his head back, exposing his neck...

 

He jerked awake, shudders of horror shaking his body and a layer of sweat beading on his skin...he could still feel the cleaver, ice cold against his neck and his fingers flew automatically to brush against the scab that had formed over the cut on his throat...

 

Ianto climbed out of bed on shaking legs and staggered to the bathroom where he threw up in the toilet, retching painfully as he’d eaten nothing since breakfast. He turned on the shower and stood under the warm spray, scrubbing his body roughly to rid himself of the sensation of Tosh’s blood coating his flesh... As the water ran cold he climbed out and dried himself, cleaned his teeth and dressed in his suit...his flat felt oppressive and threatening...he had to get out...so he might as well go to work...to the hub...to Jack...

 

It was 2:40am and Jack had just returned from a spell on the roof of the Millenium Centre to clear his head, taking in the chill of the night air as he turned his face up to feel the soft caress of gentle raindrops on his skin...he loved this planet and its eco-systems...

 

Now he back was in his office, reluctantly reaching for the pile of files that he’d ignored earlier... The roller door grated open and Ianto stepped in. He was pale – aside from the bruises- dark shadows under his eyes and he looked so vulnerable... Jack jumped from his chair and practically flew down to meet him, folding him into his arms and stroking his back...

 

“...nightmare...Tosh...too late...dead...so much blood...” his body shook uncontrollably.

 

Jack held him tight, whispering in his ear, soothing and calming, finally loosening his hold so he could pull back enough to press a tender kiss to the young man’s lips. Ianto tangled his hands in his Captain’s hair and kissed him back, wildly, passionately, thrusting his tongue into the older man’s mouth, pressing his body hard against him...

 

“...make me forget...please Jack...” he gasped when they came up for air, reaching his hand down to press against the hot bulge in Jack’s trousers...”I need you...sir...please...”

 

Jack pulled back and looked searchingly at him. “What do you want..?”

 

“You...everything...but I’ve never...” his voice trailed away uncertainly, the blush rising across his cheekbones.

 

“I could just give you retcon..?...if you want to forget...”

 

“No, Jack...I want you...” He buried his face in the older man’s shoulder, suddenly very aware that he’d actually voiced his desires...what if he said no..?...what if he couldn’t do...it...right?...what if..?

 

Jack silenced his fears with a kiss so full of passion it made his head spin and he moaned against his mouth, his body aching with longing. When they finally pulled apart he was light-headed and breathless, his lips tingling... Wordlessly, Jack took his hand and led him to his office then down to his cubbyhole where he pressed him up against the ladder to kiss him into oblivion once more.

 

Ianto was weak at the knees when they resurfaced and he held on tight, gasping...

 

“...ok so far..? We can stop any time you want...” Jack whispered, breath hot against the Welshman’s ear, sending tiny shivers down his spine...

 

Arching his body against his Captain so he could feel his arousal straining against his trousers, Ianto pulled him back for another hot and messy kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on Jack’s hips. They came up for air, Jack pulling back to look deep into the young man’s eyes, checking before he went any further...

 

Blushing at the close scrutiny, Ianto gave a tiny smile as they both reached towards the other’s clothes, Ianto sliding Jack’s braces off his shoulders before his shaking hands began unbuttoning his shirt...Jack running his hands upwards under Ianto’s jacket to slide it off his shoulders where it fell to the floor, before slowly undoing his waistcoat and then loosening the red silk at his neck, keeping his eyes fixed on the younger man’s... He pulled the tie from his collar and dropped it to the floor, following it with his waistcoat, before reaching towards the buttons on his shirt...checking again before he continued.

 

Ianto had run out of buttons on Jack’s shirt and he pushed it off the older man’s shoulders, then, with hands that shook, he tugged the undershirt out from his trousers, hesitating, he bit down on his bottom lip nervously...

 

Jack smiled encouragingly and cupped the Welshman’s face, stroking his cheek softly with his thumb, before resuming his careful unbuttoning of his shirt, slowly revealing his chest with its soft covering of hair that had Jack itching to run his hands over...He reined himself in, not wanting to rush the young man...

 

Ianto took a deep breath and slid his hands under the fabric of Jack’s t-shirt, his hands trembling as they made contact with the warm body beneath...he let out a sigh and ran his fingers up his Captain’s back, relishing the feel of his soft skin. Emboldened, he pushed the t-shirt up and tugged it over Jack’s head, dropping it to the floor before running his fingers over the older man’s smooth chest, desire raging through him.

 

Wrapping the young man into his arms, Jack slid his shirt off where it joined the rest of their discarded clothing. He pressed his mouth to those soft and sensual lips, their tongues dancing as they explored each other, feeling the shudders that shook the Welshman’s body and the soft moans that escaped him as they kissed...the feel of skin pressed to skin sending their senses soaring...

 

Ianto tangled one hand in his Captain’s hair, the other pressed in the small of his back, keeping him close as he was kissed with a passion that made his head swim and he lost himself in the intoxicating sensation that was Jack...coming up briefly for air before sinking back into exhilarating kiss after kiss...finally pulling apart, gasping, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, knees weak...

 

“...you ok..?”

 

mmmnn...” Ianto nodded, incapable of coherent speech, his senses blown...

 

Jack moved them to his tiny cot and pushed the young man gently until he was lying back, his heart pounding frantically, those delicious pink lips parted...

 

Jack quickly toed off his boots and socks as he untied Ianto’s laces and slipped off his shoes and socks, adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor. He moved back towards the Welshman and carefully slid in beside him, their bodies pressing together in the restricted space. Jack kissed his mouth tenderly before planting soft kisses down the side of his neck, feeling him trembling at the touch. He continued his trail of kisses across his throat, stroking his fingers reassuringly through the young man’s hair, before moving down...

 

Ianto’s breath became a series of tiny gasps as Jack’s tongue explored his chest and teased his nipples, gently grazing his teeth over the nubs of flesh, feeling them harden under his attention...his body shook with desire and he moaned softly...

 

Sliding back up to reclaim his lips, Jack’s hands moved to unbuckle Ianto’s belt, tugging it out of the loops and dropping it over the side of the bed, before returning to the button on his trousers, feeling the young man’s breath hitch as he slid down his zip and eased his trousers and boxers down to join the heap on the floor... Pulling away he gazed into Ianto’s eyes...checking...seeing his own desire reflected in those shining blue pools...

 

Shuffling backwards in the confined space, Jack quickly shed his own trousers and underwear before he resumed his exploration of Ianto’s body, reaching one hand out to entwine with the younger man’s as he kissed his way down across his stomach, moving lower... He paused to glance up before moving any further – Ianto’s eyes were closed, his body arched off the bed and his gorgeously kiss-swollen lips were parted, tiny sighs escaping him as his body quivered in anticipation...

 

Jack lowered his gaze and blew softly over the tip, drawing a wanton moan from the Welshman’s lips that turned into a strangled gasp as Jack took him into his mouth, rolling his tongue and lightly grazing with his teeth...feeling Ianto writhing beneath him, his hips bucking, heart hammering in his chest as his senses swam...

 

Ianto gripped Jack’s hand tightly as he lost himself in delicious sensation never before experienced – his body was on fire, white hot tendrils of pleasure coursed through him and tingles stretched from his head to his toes...this was way beyond pleasure...the waves of exquisite release building slowly, gathering pace until they burst through and he came, crying out Jack’s name as he arched his shuddering body and his eyelids fluttered, all movements totally beyond his control...

 

Moving swiftly back up his body, Jack crushed his lips to Ianto’s, sliding his tongue into the young man’s mouth so he could taste himself as they kissed...lost in post orgasmic bliss, trembling through the after-shocks as his body slowly returned to normal...

 

When they pulled apart to draw breath, Ianto opened his eyes to find himself gazing into Jack’s sparkling blue grey ones, a gentle smile on his lips, “...you ok..?”

 

“...that was...just...fucking amazing..!” he gasped and he tugged Jack back for another kiss, tongues tangling lazily, until they ran out of air and broke apart panting.

 

“...you had enough...or you want to carry on..?” Jack pressed his body against the young man’s, his own arousal nudging against his stomach...

 

A brief look of trepidation flew across the Welshman’s face, to be swiftly chased away as he reached for the older man, “I want...you...everything...” He arched against his Captain as his lips were claimed in a kiss that took his breath away and he was wrapped in a tight embrace as Jack rolled over to finish on top of him...

 

Kiss followed kiss as Jack reached into his bedside drawer to retrieve the lube, flipping the lid he coated three fingers, sliding his hand down to brush over the entrance to Ianto’s body, stroking gently, feeling the young man shudder involuntarily, then freeze as he pressed the tip of his finger inside... He pulled his hand away instantly as the Welshman’s eyes flew open in alarm... ”...you want to stop..?” his voice was soft, gentle and he smiled reassuringly...

 

“...no...I want you...it’s just...” fear mingled with desire...

 

“...I know...relax...concentrate on the sensations...and we’ll stop...all you have to do is say...at any point...” his voice was cut off as the young man crushed their lips together and thrust his body towards his Captain...

 

They lost themselves in the kiss as Jack resumed his gentle stroking, pressing a finger in slowly, preparing him, angling to brush that sweet spot to draw a startled gasp from his young lover, adding a second finger and then a third, kiss following kiss as Ianto writhed and trembled beneath him, moaning with every brush of that magic spot...

 

Removing his fingers, Jack coated himself in lube and pressed in slowly...gently...pausing when Ianto hissed, their eyes locked on each other...   “...that feels amazing..!” Ianto gasped, thrusting his hips impatiently...

 

Jack moved slowly, deliberately, wanting this first time to be extra special, memorable... speeding up when the young man met his thrusts, pushing up towards him as blissful, indescribable sensations flooded his body...multiplying when Jack reached for him, pumping in time to their movements...

Ianto reached up, pulling the older man down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, every cell in his body tingling with electricity as he hit his second climax and he cried out against Jack’s mouth, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him, driving Jack to his own release and they shuddered in unison, finally collapsing in a tangled heap, panting hard, enjoying the post-orgasmic glow that radiated through their bodies.

 

They lay there, kissing softly...”thank you, Jack...” Ianto mumbled into his neck as his Captain folded him into a warm hug...

 

Reaching into the drawer for wipes, Jack cleaned them up and urged the young man under the covers, before sliding in beside him and wrapping his arms around him. “...how do you feel now?” he whispered softly against Ianto’s ear.

 

Ianto snuggled in closer, “...safe...I feel safe...in your arms...” his eyelids fluttered shut as Jack kissed him gently and tightened his hold as they drifted into contented sleep...

 

End

 


zazajb: (Jack reviving)

Title: Worth dying for...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set in the days just after KKBB S2
Summary: Ianto adjusts to Jack’s return, weevils, temporary deaths and some unexpected outcomes.  Words 2550

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: unexpected; lion, paper, horizontal ‘Look, it’s not going to fit, can’t you put it elsewhere?’

Worth dying for...

Fuck, Jack...what happened?” Ianto hurried to help his Captain as he staggered through the roller door, an entire body’s worth of dried blood crusted on his ragged, once-blue shirt, all manner of detritus stuck to his coat [Ianto suppressed a shudder at the amount of cleaning that wonderful coat was going to need before it was restored to his particularly high standards of presentation] and in his hair...

“Weevils...got one but the other one got me...I bled out...” he gasped and leant gratefully into the young Welshman as an arm was wrapped around his waist and he was urged down the steps towards autopsy. It wasn’t until he was sat on the table being helped out of his coat that he raised an inquisitive blood-spattered eyebrow, “...what are you doing here at...” he squinted at the Gremlins alarm clock on Owen’s dresser, “...five to four in the morning..?”

Ianto shrugged, now undoing the buttons of the ruined shirt, “...couldn’t sleep...” he pushed the mangled fabric off Jack’s shoulders and eased the now completely red-stained t-shirt out of his trousers, concentrating on his clothes so he didn’t have to meet his Captain’s eyes, “...thought I’d see if you wanted some company...or coffee or...something...” his voice trailed away and a faint tinge of pink coloured his cheeks, deepening as his hands moved to Jack’s belt and trousers...

Jack winced a little, a tiny hiss of pain escaping his lips as Ianto pulled him forward so he could tug his torn trousers down over his hips...the Welshman immediately stopping and gazing anxiously at him, worry crinkling his brow, “what is it...where does it hurt..?”

A tight smile graced the older man’s face, “I’m fine...just takes a bit longer to recover after... y’know...bleeding out...takes time to die...”

Ianto frowned and scanned Jack’s body closely for any visible signs of injury, leaning in so close that the other man could feel his breath, warm against his skin where it chased trails of goose bumps over his exposed flesh... Jack shivered, clad now only in his jersey boxers with his trousers hanging down round his ankles, prevented from any further escape by his socks and boots.

He quashed a happy sigh as the young man wrapped him into his arms as he murmured “...c’m here...I’ll warm you up a bit, then I’ll get you some clean clothes...or do you want to shower first..?”

Jack nuzzled his face into Ianto’s neck and inhaled the unique scent that was just Ianto, melting into the embrace as he slid his arms around the young man’s waist and snuggled closer...”I’m fine here...stay here...” he mumbled, his grip tightening as Ianto pressed soft kisses to his filthy hair...

Jack closed his eyes and let the heat from Ianto’s body transfer into his own, enjoying the warmth and feeling of security it gave him after that year...he suppressed a shudder, pressing closer still...

Ianto’s arms tightened automatically, a smile curving his lips – Jack might have the heart of a lion, but sometimes he was a cute pussy cat just needing a cuddle...not that he minded of course he admitted ruefully...he hoped that Jack had meant it when he’d asked him out on that date...maybe...just maybe they could make this work?

They remained in silence for long minutes until Ianto asked thoughtfully “...does it hurt? Y’know...coming back?”

Jack didn’t reply, but tightened his hold further.

“Jack..?”

“Yes...” he whispered into the Welshman’s neck as Ianto pulled back to look at him quizzically, “yes, it hurts...like being hauled over broken glass...it’s not so much coming back to life as being flung away from death... It’s not something you ever want to see...”

Ianto shivered at Jack’s tone – he had no doubt that it was far worse than Jack had actually described, but said nothing, merely folding his Captain back into his arms to hold him a while longer. Eventually Jack mumbled that his backside had gone numb and he had pins and needles in his toes so they parted reluctantly...one heading for the shower in his cubby hole, the other to work his magic with the coffee machine...

By the time Jack was showered and dressed, Ianto had made coffee and rustled up bacon sandwiches which they sat and ate in Jack’s office. By unspoken consent, neither mentioned their previous conversation, focusing instead on the more pressing items in the mountain of paper on Jack’s desk. By eight they’d had another two coffees and rattled through most of the files in the ‘urgent’ pile and were enjoying a soft and sensual kiss when the others arrived.

Ianto moved to pull away as the roller door sirens blared, Jack’s hand sliding behind his head to keep his lips firmly in place as he deepened their kiss... Ianto was powerless to prevent the moan of pleasure that was lost against Jack’s mouth as he was kissed into oblivion.

Seeing them thus happily occupied the team chuckled, nudging each other. “Do you think they’ve been..?” Gwen giggled and waggled her eyebrows, the girls breaking out into delighted laughter as Owen added a few choice hip movements

“You mean the old horizontal bop! Oh yea, they’re at it all right...I’ll quiz the tea boy later...bet you I can get him to spill the beans...”

 Jack and Ianto came up for air, the Welshman panting hard, his head spinning and his knees weak, floating on a wave of 51st century pheromones and the warmth of Jack’s body against his... He moved unsteadily towards the door, Jack grinning at the mussed hair, flushed face and deliciously pink, kiss swollen lips as Owen yelled up the stairs from autopsy.

“Oi, tea boy, when you’ve got the coffee on, I need a hand with something down here...”

Ianto rolled his eyes and headed to the kitchen as the others settled at their workstations. Coffee and Danish pastries, provided by Tosh, duly delivered, Ianto turned his steps towards autopsy where it looked like Owen was attempting to bring order from the usual chaos... “Ok, grab hold of the end of this and we need to get it over to that corner...” Owen instructed indicating a large heavy old chest of drawers. With much grunting and effort they shifted the unit to the opposite side only to find the gap wasn’t big enough despite Owen’s increasingly loud and grumpy protests that he’d measured it first...

Sighing heavily, Ianto finally lost patience, “look, it’s not going to fit, can’t you put it somewhere else? I’ve got better things to do than stand around while you try and shove it in a hole that’s clearly too small..!”

“I bet that’s what you say to Jack all the time..!” Owen snarked back, remembering his bet with the girls...

His cheeks flushing, Ianto looked Owen in the eyes, amusement twinkling in those bright blue depths, “....you’ll have to do better than that...I’ll leave you to it...” he added as Owen howled in protest, his autopsy bay in disarray and the prospect of no additional labour to help him move it. At the top of the stairs, Ianto turned back and delved into his pocket. “Here, try this...it’ll help you get it in..!” he chuckled and tossed the measuring tape at the acerbic medic before vanishing down to the archives.

When the rift alert blared out half an hour later, Jack took Gwen, Tosh and Ianto, leaving Owen to finish his grumbling and reorganisation. After a frustrating game of hide and seek through the city they finally managed to corner the Hoix in the left luggage store of the bus station... Jack and Ianto headed back to the SUV via the network of alleys with their captive whilst the girls entertained those staff who’d witnessed the alien, Gwen slipping a light dose of retcon into the tea.

They’d barely got half way back to the SUV when there was a terrified yell from around the corner and a woman ran towards them, screaming. Ianto dragged the Hoix out of sight behind a large skip as the woman drew closer, pointing towards the alley with a trembling finger, “there’s a thing in that alleyway...it’s huge...ugly...big teeth...” she breathed some impressive alcohol fumes at him and veered away from Jack’s outstretched hand... running unsteadily towards the city centre.

Ianto reappeared from behind the skip. “Do we go after her..?” as he gazed at the empty space where the woman had been.

Jack shook his head, “no-one will believe her...” he waved his hand in front of his face, “alcohol poisoning just from her breath!” he explained as Ianto nodded his understanding. “Obviously a weevil...here...” he tossed the car keys at the Welshman, “take Hoixy and stick him in the SUV – give him another shot to put him out completely...don’t know how long this’ll take – and bring the car back here... I’ll go sort this...”

He frowned as Ianto hesitated, obviously recalling the events of earlier that morning, “Hey, I’ll be fine – and it’s not like I won’t come back...” as he turned and strode away, his coat, carefully brushed and lovingly sponged back to full hero condition, billowing impressively behind him...missing the Welshman’s expression of mixed anger and concern and his quiet “be careful, Jack...” as he tugged the Hoix rapidly in the other direction.

As he hurried back towards the SUV, the lightly sedated and currently docile Hoix trotting alongside him, Ianto resolved to have a stern conversation with his Captain about his cavalier attitude to his life – and deaths...his mind flashed the blood soaked images from earlier into his head and he hastened his steps, finally tucking a now soundly sleeping Hoix into the boot before leaping into the drivers seat to return to Jack.

With no response from Jack over the comm. unit, urgency gave his driving a hitherto undiscovered aggressive quality as he carved his way through the traffic, earning himself all manner of rude gestures and curses from other road users. He screeched to a halt at the end of the alley and leapt out, pulling his can of weevil spray out of his pocket, along with his gun... Senses on full alert, he made his way down the alley...

His breath caught in his throat and his heart sank as he gazed down at the two bodies in front of him. Jack lay in a rapidly spreading pool of blood, the dull, open fixed gaze of his blue grey eyes indicating he was dead, pinned down by the body of the weevil which was very obviously dead as it’s head was partly blown away.  Grimacing, he dragged the weevil off and shoved it unceremoniously into a body bag, dumping it on top of the Hoix in the boot.

He returned to Jack and crouched down, taking in the unnatural angle of his head – there was much less blood than that morning, although there was a very messy gash on his neck and shoulder that probably would’ve killed his Captain if he hadn’t died of a broken neck... Carefully removing Jack’s Webley from his hand he tucked it into his own pocket he sat down on the floor and wriggled forward until he had Jack’s head in his lap, stroking his face softly as he smoothed the hair from his forehead.

He couldn’t bear to see Jack’s lifeless eyes staring up so he closed them gently, pressing tender kisses to each eyelid, his heart breaking to see Jack so broken... He tightened his hold and bent down over his body, whispering all manner of endearments in a string of different languages as he waited for Jack to come back to him...

Owen sounding irritably in his ear made him jump and he realised he’d been sat for almost an hour. He pressed his comm. unit to reply, telling Owen that he and Jack were delayed due to a weevil and they’d be back as soon as...”

Owen grunted and agreed to go and collect the girls and pick up something for lunch... Ianto gazed down at the pale face in his lap and wondered why he’d not told Owen the truth... He pondered that question long and hard as he continued to stroke his hand tenderly through his Captain’s hair as the minutes ticked by... So lost was he in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the wound closing and the skin repairing and he jumped when the body in his arms tensed and Jack took a huge agonising gasp of air as he was dismissed roughly from the blackness, his arms flailed wildly until they connected with something warm...something with a familiar and reassuring scent and soft Welsh vowels whispered soothing words of comfort in his ear...

He opened his eyes to gaze up into the anxious cobalt blue pools of his gorgeous Welshman. “Jack...you...er...ok?” he asked hesitantly, remembering every word of the older man’s description of the painful journey back to life.

Jack nodded carefully and closed his eyes again, the raw anguish in Ianto’s face more painful than any amount of physical agony. “You waited...for me...why...I didn’t want you to see...it’s...”

“Sshh, it’s ok...and you’ll never have to come back alone again...if I can be there I will be...you shouldn’t ever have to go through that alone...it’s...” his words were cut off as Jack dragged his head down to crush their lips together, kissing him with a passion that made his head spin until they broke apart gasping.

Struggling to his feet, Jack held his hand out to haul Ianto up from the grubby alley floor, tugging him into a fierce hug as soon as he was upright, whispering a heartfelt “thank you...” against the young man’s ear. “C’mon, let’s get back to the hub before the others...”

“I didn’t tell them...” Ianto cut across Jack’s words, “I just said we were delayed...”

Jack raised an expressive eyebrow but said nothing, wondering for the millionth time what he’d done to have been blessed with this amazing man. He slid into the passenger seat, glancing across with a smile – a rare and special smile that he now realised he only ever gave when he was alone with Ianto his Ianto... this could work... “You fancy going out for that date tonight?” he said quietly, reaching for Ianto’s hand.

Ianto looked startled, but grinned his agreement “...and Sir, we are going to have a conversation about you not getting yourself killed every day...” he squeezed Jack’s hand before releasing it and starting the engine.

Jack sat back and closed his eyes as his body continued to recharge, considering that of all his countless deaths and revivals, this was the one that had most definitely been worth dying for...


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zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

Title: Hidden depths
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, mention of Owen & Gwen
Spoilers – Cyberwoman s1- via memory, fic set mid S2
Summary: Jack is thinking about the many faces of his gorgeous Welshman.  Words: 2550

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic, tw_proper, jantosparkle [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer46 & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: This week’s theme – You can’t judge a book by its cover, her words for me: ghost, candle, score ‘Look it’s me, please let me in’

A/N1 this is for [livejournal.com profile] wise_n_witty  and [livejournal.com profile] crimsonkildare  – wishing you both a speedy recovery *gentle hugs* xxx

 

Hidden depths

Jack’s eyes followed the pristine blue pinstripe-clad backside as it disappeared silently out of the door, leaving him with a steaming mug of his favourite blend, a large slab of his favourite chocolate brownie and a longing in his nether regions that made him squirm uncomfortably in his chair... If he sniffed the air he could just make out the faint scent of ginger and lime shampoo that lingered as the Welshman vanished from sight... He was an enigma – a gorgeous, sexy, blue eyed, coffee-making dream of an enigma – but still a mystery nonetheless...

He did his job quietly and efficiently, moving around the hub like a ghost, fading into the background so he was invisible...and if he was honest with himself, Jack knew that it was ultimately his fault that Ianto had been able to hide his secret from them for so long...his fault that innocent blood had been shed and now he would have to deal with it...and try to explain his decisions to the team... He grimaced, knowing it wouldn’t go down well... He closed his eyes and thought back over the past few days...

The air cleared briefly before it was filled with flashes of a fully mobile part-converted Lisa beside a dead scientist, the emergency lighting of the Hub in lockdown and Ianto was flung across the room to land crumpled on the floor. Jack was taunting her, taking tremendous static shocks that killed him time after time, only to revive after each one to bait her once more – buying the rest of his team time to get away.

 

Jack crawled across to Ianto, slapping him in a vain attempt to rouse him before realising it was too late. .. “Nooooo, Ianto...” he felt again the burning grief that shot through him, reliving the moment as he pressed his lips to the young man’s to give him a life-force laden kiss, overwhelming sadness and rage sharing centre stage in his head as he brought him back to life.

 

The memory jumped ahead to the scene of a bloodbath deep in the lower levels – Lisa lay dead alongside the body of another young woman, Ianto was on his knees, sobbing...the air was ice cold and the team stood with guns drawn... The picture changed again, like a kaleidoscope, reforming in the main area of the Hub...Jack stood resolute while Gwen and Owen vented their fury on him and Tosh sobbed...”...he tried to fucking kill us..!” “...you can’t let him go – retcon the bastard and dump him in the bay...”

 

No! He’s suspended while I decide what to do...” Gwen and Owen continued to out-shout each other until Jack bellowed at them to “SHUT UP! Get your gear and go home...I mean it...go home, get some rest...back here midday...” Nobody spoke while they packed up and left, the roller door closing behind them. Weariness flooding off him, Jack went into his office and sat down next to the blood smeared, trembling young man and pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly as he cried...

 

The images shifted, taking shape in Ianto’s bare and sterile flat, a single candle flickered on the table next to a picture of a dark-skinned beautiful young woman – Lisa. The Welshman sat limply on the sofa as Jack towered over him, suppressed anger at Ianto’s betrayal all the more poignant as he spoke in barely a whisper,

 

“You know the score - they think I should retcon you and dump you somewhere, preferably after letting Owen give you a beating so it looks like a mugging...”

 

“No worse than I expected...” Ianto shrugged, his eyes fixed on his bare feet, “unless you want to kill me...” his face was white and drawn and his eyes sunken and red-rimmed.

 

“I don’t know what I want! I thought we had something, or a chance of something, but it was all for show – you just wanted me distracted, no matter what it took – you played me, Ianto – played me for a fool...”

 

Ianto shrugged again, “so do it...death...retcon...doesn’t matter anymore...I’m dead already...”

 

Jack knelt down in front of him, forcing his knees apart to push into the space between them, then tipped his chin up to look the young man in the eye.

 

“...tell me that’s what you really want...and I’ll do it...you’ll never have known us...me...is that what you want..?”

 

“...no...” Ianto whimpered, “I couldn’t bear not knowing you...”

 

Jack slid his arms around him and pressed his lips softly to the younger man’s, feeling him trembling in the embrace before they both gave in to the passion and crushed their mouths together, tongues duelling fiercely, hands raking urgently through hair and over each other’s bodies...

 

Panting hard, they broke apart. “what do you feel..?” growled Jack, his breath hot on Ianto’s ear...

 

“...alive...I feel...alive...” he shivered violently, “...but...”

 

Jack’s mouth on his silenced the guilt and doubt they both knew would have ended that sentence, the kiss both hungry and reassuring as they each lost themselves in the other. Pulling away, Jack rested his forehead against the Welshman’s, closing his eyes as he steeled himself for what had to come next...

 

“You betrayed me, Ianto, and I don’t know how long it will be before I can trust you again...” his voice was low, controlled, with an undertone of menace, completely at odds with the gentle stroking of the young man’s hair. “...Lisa died at Canary Wharf, what we killed was not the woman you loved but because of you, two more people are dead...you have to live with that...and you put the team in terrible danger...they could have died too...that’s something else you have to live with and so will they... It’s going to be a rough ride – they hate you right now...” he paused and his tone softened, “...but no more than you hate yourself...”

 

He wrapped Ianto into his arms and the young man broke down, wild sobs shaking his body. Jack held him until his sobs had subsided and he’d stopped trembling, although he still clung tightly to the older man. Gently extracting himself from the Welshman’s hold, Jack hauled himself to his feet.

 

“Make sure you eat something. I’ll be back later...”  Without a backward glance, he left the flat and strode away...

 

Ianto glanced into the fridge, grimaced and closed the door again. He poured himself a glass of water and sipped it carefully before moving back to the sofa. He sat down and stared at the photo, tears filling his eyes. He blinked them away forcefully and stood up, blowing the candle out and laying the photo face down on the table, “...I’m sorry...” he whispered, “so sorry...goodbye Lisa...”

 

He turned and went into the bedroom, flinging himself down onto the bed, his sobs shaking his body until he fell into a fitful sleep, his dreams filled with tortuous scenes of metal men, whirring knives and terrified screams...

 

He woke with a jump to a knocking on his front door, a knocking that grew more urgent as he dragged his reluctant body off the bed and headed towards the door, “Ianto...look it’s me, Tosh...please let me in... Ianto..?”

 

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, Tosh’s anxious face melting into an expression of relief as she saw him still in one piece... He grimaced ruefully, reading her correctly as he stood aside to let her in.

 

Tosh preceded him into the kitchen and dumped her carrier bags on the worktop. “Jack said you needed groceries...I got the basics and some stuff I know you like...you need to eat...” she said sharply as he shrugged. “Why don’t I make us some tea and a sandwich...” she began pulling things out of the bags without waiting for an answer.

 

Ianto watched her, uncertain of what to do. Tosh threw him a casual glance, taking in the pale face, dark shadows and red-rimmed eyes. She stepped towards him and laid a gentle hand on his arm. “You go and take a shower and I’ll sort out things here...” She gave him a tiny smile and a nudge towards his bathroom.

 

Ianto did as he was told...it didn’t occur to him to disobey and it was a relief to have someone else make the decisions. He closed the door, nodding automatically in response to Tosh’s question about clean towels...

 

As soon as she was sure Ianto was in the shower, Tosh set about efficiently rigging the kitchen, lounge and bedroom with the latest tiny CCTV... Jack had explained to a reluctant Tosh that he wasn’t spying on the young Welshman, rather more concerned with keeping him safe and making sure he didn’t do any harm to himself as he grieved for his lost Lisa and, quite probably, really faced up to the events of Canary Wharf for the first time... “I don’t want to lose him...not like this...” he’d said quietly, leaving her wondering...

 

Once it was all set up, she sent a swift text to Jack and busied herself making the tea. She was looking at the picture on the table when Ianto reappeared, jeans now replacing the grubby jogging bottoms and a polo shirt in place of the faded t-shirt. He was towelling his hair as she turned guiltily towards him, replacing the photo where she’d found it. She held out a mug towards him, smiling softly as he eyed it suspiciously, “...it’s just tea...no retcon, I promise! She took a sip of her own and offered it to him, “...swap if you like..?”

 

A hint of a smile flickered across his face and he sank onto the sofa, taking a deliberately large mouthful of the hot sweet tea. Tosh sat in the armchair and watched him. He looked so young and vulnerable, she thought, quashing the urge to hug him tightly and tell him everything would be ok... She reached out and took a sandwich off the plate, “...cheese and pickle” she said in response to his unasked question.

 

Ianto took one too, taking a tentative bite, chewing slowly and swallowing, before deciding that he was hungry and devouring three more in rapid succession. Tosh leant back, nodding to herself, Jack had been right on every count so far... “Ianto..?”

 

The Welshman tensed and shrank back on the sofa. “You and Jack...” she let the statement hang in the air for a moment before continuing... “...you never...um...”

 

“We never shagged, if that’s what you’re asking!” the young man stated bluntly, well aware of the numerous CCTV recordings the tech genius had of their various snogs and occasional blowjob...

 

Tosh blushed and dropped her gaze to her mug, “no...that wasn’t what I meant!” she said swiftly, “I meant...well, was it just a way of keeping Jack distracted...while you...sorry...I was just wondering...only...”

 

Ianto sighed heavily, “if I’m honest...yeah, in the beginning it was...I could see he was interested and it meant I could keep a watch on where he was, y’know...but...” he broke off and looked at her searchingly, wondering how much to say... He liked Tosh, she’d been the only one really, who’d acknowledged him as a person.... “Too soon it became something else...I liked kissing him, being with him...and I hated myself for it...I kept telling myself it was for Lisa...but it wasn’t – it was for me and I hate that I’ve let him down...but I still want him...and I hate myself for that as well.”

 

He stared at his now empty mug, his voice dropping to a whisper so she had to lean forward to hear him, “I really wanted to...you know...sleep with him...but I just couldn’t betray him like that...I really like him Tosh...and now he hates me...everyone hates me...” his eyes filled with fresh tears, “I hate me...” He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, biting down hard on his bottom lip in an attempt to stop the tears falling...

 

Tosh blinked back her own tears before reaching out a hand towards the now trembling young man. “We don’t hate you...we hate what you did – there is a difference...and Jack...if he didn’t think you were worth saving, we wouldn’t be here now...” She moved across to wrap him into a hug, stroking his hair gently, feeling him lean against her, before releasing him quickly and standing. “I’d better get back now...Jack said he’d be back later sometime this evening and you’re to stay indoors...ok?”

 

Ianto nodded, watching as she gathered up the mugs and plates and took them back into the kitchen, before slipping into her coat and heading for the door. “Tosh..?”

 

“Ianto..?”

 

“Thank you...for...everything...” he gave her a tiny smile as she nodded and left, clicking the door behind her.

 

In his office, Jack had watched, his eyes full of unshed tears. He’d known there was something about this young man...now he was sure...hidden depths... They’d be fine...his team...his Ianto...

 

 J-a-c-k!” Ianto’s whimper roused him from his stroll down memory lane and he grinned up at the naked Welshman, his hands tied to the headboard with two of his own silk ties, his body arching off the bed, desperate for the return of Jack’s warm mouth to his heated skin...

 

Jack scrambled back up the bed and crushed his lips to Ianto’s, driving his tongue into the young man’s mouth where it duelled wildly with own, their moans lost against each other’s flesh as they writhed together and passions mounted...

 

They came up for air, panting hard, “thought I’d lost you for a while there...” Ianto gasped, tilting his head to allow his Captain more access to his neck, shuddering with desire as Jack grazed his teeth down the sensitive skin, sucking down hard where neck met shoulder to draw a hiss of combined pain and pleasure from between pink, kiss swollen lips...

 

“Just remembering...you...me...times past...how we got to here...” Jack paused, gazing lovingly into his Welshman’s eyes, before kissing him slow and deep as his hands danced down to tease his tender flesh...

 

“...too much thinking..! You dropped your pen, I bent over to pick it up...we fell through the bedroom door...we ended up here...” Ianto’s eyes sparkled with love, lust and desire in equal measure, “now, you gonna finish what you started..?” he thrust his body towards Jack’s, every nerve ending tingling with electricity...”now Jack...need you now...”

 

“Yessir!” Jack grinned as he reached for the lube and flipped it open... Oh, his Welshman had lots of hidden depths and he was going to enjoy exploring every single one of them..!

 

End

 

 

 


zazajb: (always)
 

 

Title: Not my time...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – set mid S2
Summary: A weevil hunt goes wrong... Words 1450

Warning: angst

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Anguish; disrupt, print, blood, ‘Press there, as hard as you can bear!’

A/N 1 For Jedi_harkness and everyone else who loves that coat

 

Not my time…

“Owen…get down here now…Ianto’s hurt Jack cradled his Welshman’s head on his lap, stroking his hand tenderly through his hair, “…stay with me…Ianto…stay with me, sweetheart…” he attempted a reassuring smile as the young man’s eyes fluttered open, “…you’re gonna be ok…Owen’s on his way…” He linked their fingers together and brushed his lips softly against the cold and clammy skin…don’t leave me…I can’t lose you…I need more time…don’t…

“Ianto..!” Jack’s voice shook, panic setting in as the young man’s eyes rolled in his head and he lapsed into unconsciousness… don’t leave me…Ianto…

There was a scuffling sound above him and Owen’s feet appeared down the ladder. He squeezed in beside Jack, his practiced eye noting the white pallor as he scanned for the source of all the blood. Moving Jack’s hands aside, he grunted in frustration as they returned as if on elastic, “You gotta let me see, Jack…he could be bleeding to death here…”

His words had the desired effect and Jack’s hands hung limply at his sides, his anguish palpable as he gazed at the young man he adored…don’t die Ianto…please don’t leave me…I need you…I lo…

“Jack! Oi – need you here…fuck Jack, pull yourself together” Owen’s voice cut into his melancholy musings and he shook his head absently. “Right,” Owen grabbed his hand, “…press down there…as hard as you can bear…that weevil ‘s claws nicked an artery – we need to stop the bleeding before I can move him – and we need to do it fast…he’s lost a lot of blood already… Got that?”

Jack nodded mutely, his brain numb as he processed the stark reality…I’m losing him…can’t lose him…I need him…I love him…

“Jack?” Tosh sounded in his ear and he jumped.

“Tosh? Have you managed to disrupt that signal yet? We can’t have it dragging every bloody weevil up from the sewers…”

“I’ve tracked it to a Print shop on the industrial estate. There’s no-one there so Gwen’s on her way now…there wasn’t a frequency to block so I’m assuming its man made somehow… How’s Ianto..?”

“Not good…unconscious…” his voice an anguished whisper, “I’m losing him Tosh…I can’t lose him…”

“Hang in there, Jack…he’s tough…he’ll be ok…”

“Yea…”

“Keep pressing hard…his pulse is really thready…” Owen’s expression wasn’t encouraging.

“I can’t lose him…” the colour drained from Jack’s face as he read the truth in the acerbic medic’s eyes. “No, Owen…you have to save him…” Ianto…I can’t live without you…I love you…don’t leave me…

“Jack…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…he’s gone…”

No, no…no…no…Ianto…don’t leave me…please…please don’t…” The tears fell thick and fast down Jack’s face as he cradled Ianto’s lifeless body to him, rocking as he sobbed uncontrollably…

A hand rested lightly on his shoulder and he shook it off, “…leave me alone…you’re not taking him…” he snarled…

“Jack…” the hand squeezed harder and then shook him…”Jack…”

I said, leave me alone…” his voice broke and he whimpered, “I can’t live without him…I love him…”

He woke with a jump…sweating, trembling, his face wet with tears, to find himself wrapped in the arms of his gorgeous Welshman, the young man’s face reflecting his concern…

Jack wound his arms round Ianto’s neck and kissed him hard, “You’re alive…” he gasped when they came up for air, crushing their mouths together once more before he had a chance to reply…

Finally, panting hard, Ianto was able to reassure Jack it had just been a nightmare… Calmer now, Jack looked closely at the man in his arms, reveling in the paleness of his skin against the dark wool of his own greatcoat…he remembered now…Ianto loved that coat…and he loved his Welshman – both in and out of the coat…

Ianto smiled up at him, cupping his face tenderly, before tugging him down to kiss him senseless…”…make love to me Jack…want you inside me…” he breathed into his ear when they came up for air, moaning loudly when his Captain claimed his mouth hungrily…thrusting his body against the younger man’s, the coat flapping around them as they sank into hot and wet kisses, passions rising, sending delicious spikes of pleasure coursing through them as heated skin pressed against heated skin...

 

Jack’s hands ran over Ianto’s body, feeling the smoothness of his flesh against the roughness of the heavy wool and the bolts of want that shot straight to their groins. Ianto arched against him, his arms wound around the Captain’s neck as he was kissed into oblivion... Jack moved to straddle him, white hot tendrils of pleasure sparking as their hips ground together as he made himself comfortable.

 

He leant down and planted feather-light kisses over Ianto’s face and neck, lingering at that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, grazing his teeth over the tender flesh and sucking it into his mouth to leave a bruise, feeling the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that shot through the young man’s body. He continued the trail across his throat and up the other side of his neck, smiling at the shivers of pleasure that radiated from the responsive body beneath him, returning to his wonderful mouth for another hot open-mouthed kiss that rose in intensity as their desire grew, tongues tangling, teeth clashing...passion bruising lips.

 

Pulling away, flushed and breathless, Jack wriggled backwards so he was sat on Ianto’s thighs, giving him better access to his chest. He leant down and trailed his tongue from the soft hollow of his throat, ploughing a path through the fine hair to encircle a nipple, teasing it, sucking and nipping gently, drawing wanton moans from the young man as he arched his body and thrust his head back into the bed, his eyes closed and lips parted, mind and body lost in the sensations of heady desire.

Jack’s tongue moved across to swirl around the other nipple, while his hands traced lazily downwards, fingers drawing light circles over the sensitive flesh feeling it quiver under his touch, longing echoing in his own body. His tongue trailed lower, dipping into Ianto’s belly button before continuing lower still, feeling his lover’s body tense with anticipation as he held his breath, heartbeats racing...

 

Jack smirked as his mouth hovered just above the young man’s skin, warm breath sending hot waves of desire coursing through him. Ianto mewled impatiently and squirmed beneath him, arching his hips up, his eyes pleading...

 

Ianto’s senses swam and he gasped, then groaned with pleasure as he felt Jack’s mouth close over him, drawing him deeper into the moist heat, the flicking of his tongue and the scraping of teeth bringing the Welshman to the edge within seconds... Ianto moaned loudly, tangling his hands into Jack’s hair, shivering with pleasure as he spiralled towards release...moaning as he teased the sensitive flesh, nibbling, tongue flicking, building up the sensations...He felt Ianto’s breathing hitch as he scraped his teeth along the length then swallowed deeply, humming as the young man climaxed with a hoarse cry, his entire body shuddering with pleasure...

Ianto tugged gently on Jack’s hair, pulling him up to crush their mouths together, tongues battling for dominance... “..make love to me, Jack...please...” His breathing quickened in anticipation and he watched with lust-blown eyes as Jack reached for the lube and flipped the lid, coating his fingers before reaching down to slide in first one finger, then a second, brushing that sweet spot drawing soft moans from the younger man...

 

“...now, Jack...need you now...” sighing as fingers were removed to be replaced with the slow gentle push until they were completely joined. Jack’s eyes were fixed on Ianto’s as he made love to him, slowly, tenderly, those blue grey pools reflecting gentle thoughts of love and devotion as they soared together towards blissful climax before collapsing sated in each other’s arms...

                                                                                                                         

They lay wrapped in the heavy warmth of the coat, breathing slowing to normal, each gently stroking the other’s face and hair... Jack smoothed a stray lock of hair off Ianto’s forehead, “...love you, Jones, Ianto Jones...completely, totally with all that I am...”

 

Ianto wound his arms round his Captain’s neck and kissed him softly, pouring everything he felt into the embrace, finally breaking apart to breathe into his ear...”love you too and it’s not my time...so I’m not going anywhere...” before reclaiming his lips, kiss following sweet kiss until their eyes closed and they drifted into contented slumber...

 

End


zazajb: (don't forget me-never could)

Title: Like the sun
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – set immediately after Captain Jack Harkness, end of S1, day 4 S3
Summary: After his return from 1941, Jack realises what Ianto means to him...retrospective reflection. Words 2300

Warning: angst, mention of character death, teeny tiny Gwen bashing with a very soft pillow, once!

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Yeah – I know – another songfic...but it bit me after I watched this episode the other day and I realised it needed a better ending and that led me to the dark side...it wasn’t supposed to be like this but it ran away...so please forgive me...

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpibMaa2WvU The words are so Janto....beautifully sung here by RyanDan

 

Like the sun

They exchanged worried looks as Jack strode into his office. Gwen moved to go after him, pausing when Tosh shook her head. “Let me...” Gwen shrugged - Tosh had been there with him... She’d go in after...

Tosh followed Jack into his office and poured two generous measures of whiskey from the decanter, handing one to her boss. “He’d have been so proud that you took his name...” she said softly, raising her glass as Jack’s eyes swam with unshed tears, “...to Captain Jack...”

Jack clinked their glasses briefly, “Captain Jack...” he repeated and swallowed his drink down in one, feeling it burning its way down his throat...

Tosh put a hand on his arm and squeezed gently, “thank you for taking care of me...” Smiling, she placed her glass back on the decanter tray and left the room. Outside she intercepted Gwen who was heading towards Jack’s office, “...not now,“ she said quietly, knowing that an interrogation was the last thing he needed, “...it’s not you he needs...” She met Gwen’s gaze, knowing that her words – chosen with deliberate care – would stoke the ever-present green Goblin that existed where Jack and Ianto were concerned... Gwen’s eyes narrowed at the determined expression on Tosh’s face, but she remained where she was as Tosh swung round to look at Ianto and nodded.

Ianto gave a tiny smile - just enough to curve the corners of his mouth - in quiet acknowledgement of Tosh’s efforts to protect Jack from Gwen’s need to have answers to everything...she’d get her answers – they’d all get the answers – but not now...

Jack was staring at his refilled glass when Ianto came in. He looked up to meet the Welshman’s gaze, his blue grey eyes glistening as he saw nothing but tenderness reflected in those crystal blue depths. Jack stifled a sob as Ianto opened his arms and his Captain fell into them, the barriers well and truly down now as he sobbed in the young man’s arms... Ianto held him tightly, rocking them gently as he threaded his fingers through Jack’s hair...

Eventually Jack’s breathing slowed and he relaxed in the warmth of the embrace. Moving carefully, Ianto steered them over to the sofa and sank down onto it, Jack curling up next to him, pressing close, their fingers entwined... “You want to tell me about it?” Ianto’s soft Welsh vowels whispered against the older man’s ear and he shivered as goose bumps trailed over his skin...

“It was war time...1941...he was...he was so...” his voice trailed off, unable to find the words...

“He was you...” Ianto supplied gently, “Captain Jack Harkness...the man whose name you took...”

“Yes...” Jack’s hoarse whisper was barely audible

”You never expected to meet him...”

“No...I knew he was going to die...and there was nothing I could do for him...” Jack’s anguish was palpable. “Ianto...”

“Sshh, it’s ok...” Ianto pressed a light kiss to his Captain’s hair.

“No...no...you don’t understand...” Jack was trembling, on the verge of tears again...

Ianto tightened his hold, “...tell me...but only if you want to...” his voice soft and reassuring as his stomach churned inside...wondering – did he really want to know? Technically it was sixty odd years ago – way in the past...but... He shoved the thought aside, Jack needed him...here...now...and that’s all that mattered...

“He was so lonely...he couldn’t show then who he really was...he worked out that he was going to die and...and...” Jack reached up and pulled Ianto’s face towards him, kissing him hungrily, desperately...begging forgiveness... Ianto’s blood ran cold, tortuous thoughts tumbling through his brain, each progressively worse than the previous one...

“and I...” Jack broke down into fresh sobs, curling his fingers tightly into his Welshman’s lapels. He took a deep breath in, “wedancedIkissedhimgoodbye...’m sorry...” his words all running into each other, barely discernible...

“Sshh...you gave him something real...he died as him...the real him...and now he lives on – a hero...as a hero...” He tipped Jack’s face up towards him and kissed him tenderly, tongues seeking comfort in their familiar dance...Ianto tasting the lingering smoky tang of the whiskey against the backdrop of everything that was Jack... He moaned softly into the kiss, his relief that Jack’s actions were limited to dancing and kissing giving way to a rising passion and a need to possess his Captain... He would’ve understood if it’d been more...if Jack had...with Jack...would’ve dealt with it...but...  

Jack kissed back; hard, feral want building in unstoppable waves... He pulled back from his Welshman’s soft and sensual lips and grazed his teeth down the side of his neck...”bed...now...” he growled, lust and need blazing out of his eyes as he met the young man’s gaze...

Ianto stood up and carefully entwined their fingers before heading towards the ladder that led to Jack’s bunker and they threw themselves down it, mouths crashing together as they tumbled on to the tiny bunk...

Tosh watched as they disappeared from sight, tears sparkling in her eyes... “Tosh...?” Gwen’s voice was shaky...she needed to know, yet...

Tosh smiled through her tears, “...let’s go and get some tea and I’ll tell you about a wonderful man we met in 1941...” They headed off towards the kitchen, “...it was wartime and it was beautiful...”

From the top of the stairs down to autopsy, Owen watched the girls head towards the kitchen. He smiled, they’d be ok...they’d all be ok...now he just had to finish dressing his wound...bloody tea boy... he thought with grudging admiration for the loyalty the young man had shown for his beliefs...his Captain...the man he loved... As he dug the final shards of shrapnel out of his shoulder, Owen felt a twinge of guilt for the hurtful things he’d said to Ianto...on the whole he deserved this bullet he concluded ruefully... He grimaced and began to dress the gaping wound. Hopefully the girls would bring him a cup of tea...

Down in Jack’s bunker, Ianto was slowly undressing his Captain, peeling each layer of fabric from his body, his eyes locked on Jack’s. As he tugged the t-shirt over his head and flung it away, he pulled him close and crushed their lips together, driving his tongue into the other man’s mouth to explore with possessive intent. Jack melted against his Welshman, moaning when Ianto tore his mouth away and latched onto Jack’s neck, nipping the soft skin fiercely to leave a trail of purple bruises...marking him as mineminemine...

Their lovemaking alternated between fierce and possessive and tender and loving, Ianto taking his Captain to the very edge of release before backing off until Jack was a quivering jelly, aware of nothing but the warmth of Ianto’s mouth and the touch of his hands on heated skin...sensation after sensation driving him to a plane of pure bliss until they finally exploded together, each crying out the other’s name...wave upon wave of pleasure that left nerve endings tingling and every cell in their bodies charged with electricity and they collapsed in each other’s arms, panting hard as they came down from their orgasmic high...

Ianto cupped Jack’s face and kissed him softly, “...you ok?”

Jack’s mumbled reply was lost against his lips as he pressed their mouths together in a deep lingering kiss that told Ianto all he needed to know...They slid under the sheets and curled up together, the stresses and worry of the past 48 hours coupled with the intensity of their climax seeing them claimed swiftly by peaceful slumber.

In the main hub, Tosh, Gwen and Owen talked quietly over their tea, discussing the seemingly all-round positive outcome to recent events...opening the rift had been the right thing to do... They packed away and went home...as unbeknown to them, the rift quietly splintered around them...

Jack stirred. His eyelids fluttered open and a gentle smile spread across his face. He snuggled closer to the sleeping man in his arms and inhaled, the scent that was Ianto filling him with a serene sense of peace that he’d not felt in a very long time... Brushing his lips lightly against the warm pale skin of Ianto’s shoulder, he wondered when this gorgeous man had come to mean so much to him... Jack Harkness had kept his emotions under lock and key for so many years...his defence against the hurt and loss when they inevitably left him alone...again...he’d promised himself he wouldn’t...couldn’t do this again...

Somehow this unassuming Welshman had found a way through all his defences, quietly dismantling all his barriers to settle himself securely in his Captain’s heart...he’d tried to resist him...he really had...I tried to hide from you...but I failed... He thought of the times he’d walked away, headed off to a rooftop to brood, knowing he’d left Ianto hurt and confused...but the younger man had always forgiven him...loved him and accepted him for who he was...as he was...with no agenda...

A warmth spread through him as images of Ianto flooded his head...working in the archives...making the coffee...stood at his shoulder, supporting him with unquestioning loyalty...pressed against the wall as they writhed against each other...bent over his desk when everyone else had gone home...that first time, after the Beacons, leading him down to his tiny bunk...the first time he’d asked Ianto to stay...there was no denying it...no hiding from how he felt about this beautiful man...I tried to lie to you about how I felt...

After Jasmine, when the team had blamed him...hated him...he’d been there...Ianto had held him, soothed him and told him he’d done what was needed...Ianto had understood he wasn’t a monster – not any more...and even in my darkest times, you gave me light...

And slowly the barriers crumbled under the young man’s belief that his Captain was a good man...a man whom he loved with everything he was...and Jack flourished in the light of that love...I never knew this kinda love could feel so right...

With Ianto beside him Jack knew he was a better person...when I’m in your arms, I find myself believing...and he wanted to be with him for ever...we could be anywhere...so I can keep on dreaming...

He pressed gentle kisses to Ianto’s hair, neck, shoulder...any part of him he could reach...when he was with him, the darkness was less oppressive, his demons were kept at bay and he was simply Jack... Ianto shifted backwards, moving towards the touch, a tiny smile curving his lips as he slept...Jack’s hold tightened around his waist...whenever you’re close to me...you’re like the sun – you feel like the sun...

Jack frowned, trying to remember the exact moment when he’d realised that Ianto lit up his world, when he’d realised that the air was less vibrant when the Welshman wasn’t around...colours dulled and sounds were muted...and everyday you’re telling me I am the one – I am the one? – who makes you shine...

He never realised ‘till now that he’d die a thousand times if it kept his Welshman safer...that he couldn’t bear to lose him...God that hurt to think about...he knew that time would come...one day...and I know wherever you want me to, I’ll go... he knew that the young man’s fire and passion would stay with him...he was part of him now...and would always be...and even when you’re not with me, I feel you there – I only have to look and see, and I’ll know where...

Jack blinked rapidly, the tears that filled his eyes as he recalled holding Ianto in his arms as the young man took his final breath, as he promised never to forget him... He hugged the body of the man he loved with all his heart, his heart that was breaking...no, shattering into a million pieces, even as he felt his own life force draining away....when I’m holding you, the world can stop its turning...

Now, as he stood alone on the dark hillside, his warm breath making tiny clouds in the frosty air, waiting for the final piece of his goodbye from this tiny world with all its memories you’re always gonna pull me through...my Ianto...my gorgeous beautiful Ianto...and I won’t be returning...

He hugged Gwen and pressed the relevant buttons on his wrist strap... “...take care of yourself...” he told her, “I have to go, but I’ll be back...”

Gwen smiled through her tears and nodded, stepping back into the warm arms of her husband. They watched as Jack became a shimmer of light and vanished...

As he travelled through the dark expanse of space he knew he’d never be alone again...whenever you’re close to me, you’re like the sun... Some people touch you in ways you never envisage and Ianto was now a part of him for all eternity – their roles were reversed and everyday you’re telling me, I am the one... he could see that eyebrow quirk up, that tiny smile that tugged at the corners of his soft and sensual mouth...almost feel those warm lips pressed against his own...you are the one who makes me shine... Ianto...my Ianto...you’re like the sun...

Jack soared as Ianto lived on in his heart...

End

 

 


zazajb: (janto hold onto me)

Title: He who dares...wins!
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Owen
Spoilers – set 2 weeks after KKBB,  start of S2
Summary: Team building, charity challenge, Jack bonds with the team... Words 2950

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Who dares; tattoo, battle, cheque, ‘I will if you will!’

A/N 1 Had an absolutely fantastic time up in Glasgow – the panto was brilliant...can’t wait for the next one. Iantosdreamer and I actually got to meet for real *hugs tight* and was also able to meet up with two wonderful friends from the States... This story is dedicated to bettathanbarbie and merrycarole. Love you ladies and safe trip home xxx

He who dares...wins!

Gwen giggled as she opened the door, “I will if you will...” she called back over her shoulder, giggling again at the emphatic “Yes!” from her husband and the delighted laughter from Tosh and Owen...

“Come in...” She smiled and tugged Ianto into a warm hug, “...you got him here then..?” she whispered into his ear as she released him. “Jack...welcome... Oh, thanks, they’re lovely...” taking the huge bouquet from her boss. There was a momentary silence as Gwen looked from Ianto to Jack, the Welshman nodding encouragingly at Jack to follow their hostess. Driving his hands deeply into his pockets Jack allowed himself to be navigated into the cosy lounge where Rhys, Tosh and Owen were already seated.

Ianto helped his Captain out of his coat and shrugged out of his own, moving across to the door leading to the bedroom, knowing that Gwen usually put their coats on the bed... “So, what have you just talked yourself into?” he asked with a grin, well aware Rhys had planned the whole thing as they’d discussed it at the rugby the previous Saturday!

“Rhys wanted a tattoo but he’s too chicken to do it by himself so he dared me to get one as well...” she grinned, “unless you want to go with him...a nice coffee cup or a pteranodon maybe..!”

Ianto chuckled, “I don’t think so – not me at all!” He moved over to where Jack was stood listening, his expression set to ‘polite but ill-at-ease’ and slid a reassuring arm around his waist. Jack had been back two weeks now and had resumed his leadership at the hub as if he’d never been away...this, however, was quite different...

They’d started the ‘team building get togethers’ shortly after Jack had vanished with the Doctor, needing something to distract them from the huge void he’d left in their lives and to pull them closer... They each took it in turns to host the rest of the team at their home once a fortnight and it had worked surprisingly well – everyone throwing themselves into the spirit of it and even Owen proving himself to be a worthy cook...as long as it was pasta!  

With Ianto’s arm, warm and reassuring, holding him tightly, Jack began to relax and leant against the younger man, listening and laughing along with his team. When they moved to the table at Rhys’ “...grub’s up!” shout, Jack found himself sat next to Ianto and Tosh and aside from not getting the joke when Rhys proudly brought in a massive dish of homemade lasagne [again!] and they all stood and cheered him, clinking their glasses madly, Jack started joining in...laughing, albeit a much subdued Captain than of old, making the odd comment now and again and he found himself enjoying the evening far more than he’d thought he would...

He looked around the table at his team...his Ianto...he was so glad to be home...home...yeah...this was where he belonged. His gaze lingered on the young man beside him, the young man whose image had kept him sane, kept him fighting during his endless torture-filled captivity...and drank in the breathtaking sight of him relaxed and laughing, his head thrown back...God he’s so beautiful..I love him so much...

He suddenly realised that everyone had gone quiet and they were staring at him . He blinked, surprised to find his face wet from the tears that were coursing down his cheeks... “Jack..?” Ianto’s left hand entwined with his own and his right cupped his face, his thumb gently brushing the tears aside, “...cariad, you ok..?”

Jack tugged the Welshman close and buried his face into his neck, his stifled sobs drawing worried looks from around the table... “I’m sorry...sorry I left you...and I really did come back for you...my Ianto...my gorgeous beautiful Ianto...” he mumbled against Ianto’s skin, the words muffled but obviously heartfelt. Ianto’s arms tightened instinctively around the trembling man and he met Gwen’s eyes over Jack’s shoulder. She nodded at his unasked question, her own unshed tears glistening at the sight of their Captain so vulnerable and broken – even in death he was never this fragile...wherever he’d been, it had obviously been a rough ride...

They watched as Ianto stood carefully and, without breaking his hold on the shaking man in his arms, managed to manoeuvre them across to the bedroom door and into the room behind it. Once the door was closed behind them, he stroked Jack’s back in soothing circles, the other hand threading gently through the older man’s hair as he whispered love and nonsense into his ear... Gradually Jack’s sobs subsided and he was able to tip his tear-streaked face up to capture his Captain’s lips softly in a tender kiss that rapidly became more heated as Jack kissed back desperately and thrust his body against Ianto’s, his hands raking hungrily up and down the young man’s clothing.

They pulled apart for a brief second to recharge their air supply before resuming hot ,wet, desire-laden open mouthed kisses, tongues mapping mouths possessively as their bodies pressed closer, twin arousal straining against fabric, moans of pleasure lost against each other’s lips...and they lost themselves in the moment...

Oxygen depletion forced them to break apart, breathing heavily, lips tingling, heartbeats racing... “How do feel..?” Ianto panted breathlessly into Jack’s ear.

“Alive...I feel alive...and I’m never leaving you again...I promise...” he broke off to crush their mouths together in a sloppy kiss, mumbling “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou...” against Ianto’s deliciously pink and kiss-swollen lips, suddenly pulling back to gaze into the young man’s eyes, “I love you...”

“I know...” as the Welshman pressed their lips together in a sweet and gentle kiss that left them trembling when they finally came up for air.

Jack stroked Ianto’s face softly, “I meant it...I really did come back for you...if you’ll still have me...” he paused, suddenly anxious, the expression morphing into a tender smile as Ianto tugged him into a tight embrace to whisper “...love you too...for a very long time!” he admitted ruefully as their eyes met and they danced in the intensity of the love that radiated out of the twin pools of blue...

“We should get back to the others...” Ianto grinned, “I guarantee you that Rhys’ strawberry cheesecake is something you don’t want to miss...” he chuckled, “...he always does lasagne and cheesecake..!”

Jack brushed their lips together lightly. “I’m gonna wash my face...you go...I’ll be back in a minute...”

They linked hands and left the bedroom, Ianto returned to the table, meeting the anxious faces with a beaming smile to the relief of the team. “Did he tell you where..?” Gwen started, breaking off as Rhys laid his hand over hers and interrupted, “...he’s ok, love...and that’s all that matters...I’ll get dessert...”

He nodded at Ianto and went into the kitchen, returning with a huge cheesecake topped with fresh strawberries and a giant pot of cream, the cheers and clinking of glasses causing a grin to spread across his face. He was dishing out massive slices when Jack rejoined them, his eyes red rimmed, but looking much more like the Jack they were used to...

Jack pressed a light kiss on Ianto’s hair as he sat down, squeezing the young man’s shoulder briefly before accepting the plate Rhys held out, “wow, this looks incredible...”

“You wait till you try it...mmnnn...it’s...mmmnn...just try it!” Tosh moaned softly as she took a mouthful and went into raptures of delight, the chuckling spreading around the table at Owen’s expression,

“...how come you never look like that when I’m...” he began, his eyes widening as Tosh whispered into his ear. He sat back again, grinning, “...ok to take a piece home with us..?” He winked at them and Tosh blushed, the laughter ringing out into the room...

Ianto wiped his mouth and sat back with a contented sigh,  “...fantastic as always...” he looked at Jack, whose expression mirrored his own, “...told you it was good!”

Jack grinned and reached for his hand, bringing his fingers up to his lips to kiss them softly. The young man smiled in return and stood up, “..coming to help me make the coffee..?” He chuckled at Jack’s puzzled expression, explaining, “I always make the coffee - whoever’s house it is!” He leant down, his breath hot on the older man’s ear, “...no-one ever disturbs me...” Jack’s comprehending smile would've eclipsed the sun and he followed Ianto happily into the kitchen. Once the coffee was brewing, he reached for his Welshman and folded him into his arms, pressing their lips together in a sweet and tender kiss that left them weak-knee’d when they finally came up for air... Foreheads resting together, they held each other, fingers stroking through hair and gently over clothing, enjoying the sense of simply being...

“Are you glad you came with me now, cariad?” Ianto’s wonderful Welsh vowels caressed Jack’s ear and he shuddered, a bolt of want shooting straight to his groin...

“Yeah...” he moved his head to nibble his way down Ianto’s neck, drawing low moans from those gloriously pink lips, “...and I can’t wait to take you home again...” He continued across the young man’s throat and up the other side of his neck before reclaiming his soft and sensual mouth...each kiss complete and perfect in itself – sweet and tender kisses, hard and passionate kisses, wild and want-laden kisses...

When Gwen peeked in through the door they were oblivious, lost in each other and the blissful sensations chasing through their bodies from their perfect and endless kisses. She grinned and went back to report to the others, telling them coffee might be a while!

When Jack and Ianto finally emerged from the kitchen with the tray of coffee and the boxes of after dinner mints, their faces were flushed, lips kiss swollen and they could barely keep their hands off each other... Rhys led the cheers - Ianto blushed...Jack gave his trademark mega-watt grin and slid into his chair, entwining their hands once the Welshman had finished handing round the drinks.

The conversation had moved on while they’d been ‘making the coffee’ and the team were now discussing the charity fundraiser Harwoods were sponsoring for Ty Hafen, the children’s hospice...

“So they’re hoping to raise enough money to finish the hydrotherapy pool and revamp the sensory garden... They’ve invited the 53rd Welsh Division re-enactment society to come - and the public can enrol to take part in a battle – I’m going to...Owen? Ianto?” Rhys’ enthusiasm was endearing...

“Hey, what about us?” Gwen demanded, as Tosh nodded her agreement.

Ianto looked at Jack, “I suppose you were there for real..? Won’t want to do it again...” he hid his disappointment, only to have his mouth drop open when Jack pressed a light kiss to his lips before pulling his cheque book out and writing a cheque for five hundred pounds. He signed it with a flourish and handed it to a slightly stunned Rhys.

“Will that cover all of our entry fees? I can’t wait to see you all in uniform...” he leered at Ianto as he reached for another chocolate mint, adding softly, “...and out of it..!”

“Thanks, Jack, that’s very generous...and way more than the entry fee...”

“It’s for a good cause and sounds like fun...” Jack grinned and launched into stories from the various battles he’d been in, laughter echoing around the room as the wine flowed freely...

An hour later and they’d moved back to the lounge area. Leaning back on the sofa with his arm draped around Tosh’s shoulders as she snuggled into him, Owen was telling Rhys and Gwen some gruesome tales about tattoos that had gone horribly wrong, grinning wickedly at their expressions...

Jack sat in the armchair with Ianto curled up in his lap as they listened, their fingers stroking and entwining as they listened to the acerbic medic’s gleeful descriptions of blood poisoning and pus-filled blisters... They chuckled as Gwen’s face slowly paled, her expression distinctly uneasy until she realised that Owen was winding her up – his huge guffaw of laughter a dead give-away...holding his sides as he collapsed on Tosh, his hilarity coming to a sudden end when Gwen swiped him with a cushion... An energetic cushion fight broke out as Rhys and Tosh joined in to support their partners...

Jack made a move to get up, his obvious intention to join in...until the grin on his face was wiped away swiftly by Ianto’s lips crashing against his, his tongue probing the older man’s mouth hungrily, a wanton moan escaping as they arched against each other and they sank deeper into the throes of rising passion...

Four cushions, landing one after the other, dragged them back to their immediate surroundings and they broke apart, blinking at the others with somewhat glazed eyes as they struggled to control their breathing.

“Oi, get a room!” Owen spluttered indignantly, “you’re not at work now..!”

The pair smiled sheepishly, Ianto burying his face into Jack’s neck, “...follow my lead, Jack...” he breathed into his ear, “...we’re leaving...Gwen’s next suggestion is always ‘Truth or Dare’ and you have no idea how many times I’ve had to take a dare rather than spill the beans about your sexual prowess..!” He nipped his Captain’s earlobe enticingly and was rewarded with a low moan as a shudder of desire rippled through the older man...

Ianto stood up, a little unsteady on his feet. He reached out to grab Jack’s hand and tug him out of the chair. Turning to Gwen he grinned widely, “....we’re going home now...” his words slurred just slightly, causing their hostess to giggle as she winked at the others and chuckled, “I think Ianto’s a bit tipsy..!”

“M’not, too!” Ianto turned back to Jack. “You...me...home...and you’re going to shag me stupid..!”

Jack’s face lit up and he saluted smartly, “Yessir!” He steadied Ianto as the young man stumbled across to the bedroom to retrieve their coats and helped his Welshman into the black wool trenchcoat before shrugging into his own. They hugged each of their friends, Tosh whispering “...sneaky..!” into Ianto’s ear with a quiet“...nice one tea boy” in grudging admiration from Owen, “...but you’ll pay heavily next time she gets to play Truth or Dare!”

Waving madly as they left, a huge grin on his face, Ianto hauled Jack in for a sloppy kiss, breaking away to growl loudly, “...take me to bed Jack...” as he was led towards the stairs...

The drive home was fast and with no regard to the speed limits or ‘white van man’ who hooted expressively as he was carved up unceremoniously by the SUV as it shot past him with blue lights flashing... Jack pulled up outside Ianto’s flat and they hurried into the building, Jack pressing his Welshman up against the wall on the first landing of the stairs as he kissed him senseless until they ran out of air. Panting heavily, they staggered up the rest of the stairs and fell through the front door, arms wrapped around each other, mouths locked together, their tongues tangling deliciously...

Ianto kicked the door shut and steered them towards the bedroom, shedding their clothes en route, finally falling onto the bed to toe off shoes and socks to leave themselves naked as they rolled over the quilt... Jack won the tussle for dominance and sat up triumphantly on Ianto’s hips, his wriggling to get comfortable drawing gasps from the young man’s parted lips... He gazed into Ianto’s lust-blown eyes, “...so do you want truth or dare? “ as he bent down to trail his lips down the side of his Welshman’s neck, pausing at the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder to suck the skin into his mouth, grazing lightly with his teeth...

Ianto arched his back as the twin sensations of pain and pleasure washed over him. He met his Captain’s eyes, drowning in the love that radiated from those blue grey depths, “...dare...” he gasped, “...then I...” the rest of his sentence swallowed up as Jack captured his lips and he gave himself totally to the wondrous sensations flooding his body...

“Do you dare me to make you scream?” Jack grinned wickedly as he peppered soft kisses down the other side of Ianto’s neck and across his throat, moving slowly downwards...

“...yesyesyes...” the Welshman thrust his head back into the bed, his breath a series of tiny pants as Jack’s hands danced lightly down across his hips, deliberately bypassing the one place Ianto ached to have touched...

“...he who dares...” Jack murmured, his mouth hovered enticingly over the trembling young man, hot breath teasing his sensitive flesh...

Jaaaack, please...” Ianto whimpered, canting his hips off the bed...

“...wins...” as he leant forward...

End

 

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zazajb: (love me)
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 Title: The one I’ve waited for
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: A close call prompts some inner scrutiny of how they feel... Words 1330

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] toshiani007     Happy Birthday love xxx

The one I’ve waited for: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b01C-TKX9pI This is such a beautiful song...

The one I’ve waited for

Ianto hissed as Jack used the tweezers to pull the shards of glass from the cut at the back of his head. Pausing, Jack moved to brush his lips gently against the young man’s temple, “...nearly done...or I can call Owen...he is our medic after all...”

Grimacing at the team of road workers with pneumatic drills currently at work inside his skull, Ianto shook his head briefly, “...no, I‘m fine...and Tosh needs him more than I do... He looked into Jack’s blue grey eyes, noting the guilt that dulled the usual sparkle, “...it wasn’t your fault, cariad...and she’s fine...”

“Yea...but she almost wasn’t...if you hadn’t pushed her out of the way...”

“How were we supposed to know that it could morph into a giant ball of razor-sharp teeth when threatened? It just looked like a big purple ladybird...bloody aliens! Anyway, it gives Owen an excuse to cuddle up close to Tosh...it’s a story way overdue, that one...maybe he’ll actually tell her how he feels...” he winced as another prod of the tweezers removed the final piece of glass, the irony of his words not lost on either of them – he and Jack had danced around their feelings for what felt like eternity...it had long ceased to be a relationship of convenience, no longer just sex –bloody good sex! – but neither had pushed to define it further...it just was...and that seemed to suit them...until one of them got hurt and then the questions swirled round in their heads once again...

Ianto bit down on his lip as Jack carefully washed the blood and grime away, replacing the red-tinged water several times until all the scrapes and cuts were clean, pressing soft kisses over every injury as it was revealed. Finally, he dropped a pill into the Welshman’s hand and handed him a glass of water, “...an Owen-Special-One-Pill-Cures-All...”

He watched as Ianto swallowed it and took the glass out of his hand, setting it down on the side, before sliding into the space between the young man’s knees as he wrapped him into a tight hug. Ianto sank into the comforting embrace, resting his head on the older man’s shoulder as his arms wound round Jack’s neck.

“You could’ve died out there tonight...” Jack’s voice was an anguished whisper, slightly muffled as he buried his face into Ianto’s chest.

“But I didn’t...I’m still very much here...” he tipped his Captain’s face up and kissed him softly, lips soft and responsive under his own as he pressed his body closer. Ianto pulled back from the embrace and met Jack’s gaze – those blue grey pools were shadowed with the heavy weight of responsibility and fear of loss... He smiled and brushed his thumbs tenderly over the older man’s cheeks, “...now are you going to take me to bed or..!” The rest of his sentence was lost as Jack’s lips crashed against his mouth and he was kissed into oblivion, tongues tangling excitedly as their blood supply fled south...

Coming up for air, Jack tugged Ianto off the autopsy table and led him to his office and down the ladder where he reclaimed his mouth passionately, leaving the young man breathless, seeing stars and dizzy with desire, his lips pink and swollen... He clung on tightly, his knees too weak to support him unaided as he let out a soft moan at the sensations coursing through his body – no-one kissed like Jack...the knee-melting pulses of pleasure left him tingling all over, his body crying out for Jack’s touch...

 

They surfaced to draw breath and sank straight back into more hot and wet, fiery kisses, fingers threading through hair and raking over bodies, clawing at clothing to tug shirts from waistbands to slide under to warm flesh below as nether regions strained against the woefully inadequate friction of their trousers...

 

Breathing hard, they broke apart and gazed into each other’s lust-blown eyes, wanton desire reflected in twin pools of blue... Jack reached for the buckle of Ianto’s belt and undressed him slowly, peppering every inch of skin with feather light kisses as it was exposed, finally leading him to his tiny bunk where he made love to him tenderly...almost reverently, the realisation of how close he’d come to losing the man that he loved...yes, loved...with everything he was...until they exploded together, every nerve ending on fire, every cell electrified and they flew amongst the stars...

Panting heavily, sweat beading his brow, pressed skin to skin as the intoxicating aroma of everything that was Jack surrounded him, Ianto felt complete... if I should die this very moment...I wouldn’t fear... He knew, one day, their luck would run out and he’d have to leave Jack alone but he wouldn’t change anything of their crazy life... for I’ve never known completeness like being here...

Jack slumped down next to him, tugging him into his arms so Ianto’s head rested on his Captain’s chest, listening to the reassuring thud of his heartbeat as they basked in a post-orgasmic glow...wrapped in the warmth of you...loving every breath of you...

Ianto knew, in that moment, that even if they never said those words...still in my heart this moment, or it might burst... he’d remember this... could we stay right here...’till the end of time –‘till the earth stops turning...

Jack had saved him...saved him from himself after Lisa, when all had seemed lost and he’d been so broken... Jack had put him together again, showing him what wonders life...and love...could hold... wanna love you ‘till the seas run dry...I’ve found the one I’ve waited for...

Jack listened to Ianto’s soft pants as their bodies came down from the bliss of release and he snuggled in close, hot skin to hot skin...all this time I’ve loved you... the realisation kicked in hard – he never wanted to be apart from his gorgeous Welshman...he was the one...and never known your face...

His breath caught in his throat as Ianto entwined their fingers and squeezed tight... all this time I’ve missed you and searched this human race... Here, in Ianto’s arms, was the one place he could be himself... here is true peace...here, my heart knows calm... He wasn’t Captain Jack Harkness, leader of Torchwood Three, protector of Cardiff...he was just Jack... Ianto didn’t judge him and find him wanting...he just accepted him as he was... safe in your soul, bathed in your sighs...

Jack tipped Ianto’s face up to kiss him softly...tenderly...pouring the full meaning of those words he could never say into the kiss... wanna stay right here until the end of time... His arms closed convulsively around the young man as he rolled them over to end up on top of his Welshman... ‘till the earth stops turning... knowing he could never let him go... gonna love you ‘till the seas run dry...

They gazed into each other’s eyes, love blazing out of twin blue pools... No words were needed to know how each was feeling... I’ve found the one I’ve waited for... as their lips met and they gave themselves to the moment... all I’ve known...all I’ve done...all I’ve felt was leading to this... They broke apart, trembling from the intensity of emotion, every touch sparking an electric charge, before losing themselves in hot, wet, frantic kisses, teeth clashing as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths, wanton moans reverberating around the room as they celebrated the joy of being alive...I’ve found the one I’ve waited for...

End



 


zazajb: (janto hold onto me)

Title: The Wonder of You
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers : TW s1, Small Worlds
Summary: Jack wonders why Ianto puts up with him... Words 1200

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
A/N Inspired by the song of the same name, sung here by Elvis in this absolutely brilliant video by [livejournal.com profile] pinkpolyanthus   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ae43G6ZeaUc
 Thank you so much for this *hugs*

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] iantosdreamer46 ...it’s in the title *hugs*

The wonder of you

The drive back to the hub had been conducted in stony silence. Jack had tried several times to explain he’d had no choice...all to no avail...they just didn’t see that sacrificing one child was worth it to save the world... He sighed, the burden of responsibility heavy on his shoulders...Jasmine had wanted to go – she was already part of them, the chosen ones, from the dawn of time...part of the Lost Lands...  

He pulled into the underground car park, the SUV barely coming to a standstill before Gwen, Tosh and Owen were out of the vehicle and heading back up to the main hub, their fury palpable... Jack slid out of the driver’s seat and leant against the door. Sometimes it was so hard being the leader, having to make those terrible decisions, knowing that the right thing to do would cause untold hurt and suffering to another human being...and then seeing that through...that was the hardest part...knowing that no matter what the justification it would always be your fault.. He sighed heavily and made his way slowly after his team.

He arrived in time to see them saying goodbye to Ianto, the young Welshman’s face impassive, no doubt as horrified as the rest of them...he probably hated him now alongside the rest of the team. Ianto turned and retreated into the kitchen without looking towards where Jack stood hidden in the shadows...

The roller door clanged shut behind the disgruntled team and Jack made his way slowly to his office, stopping just inside the doorway, head bowed and eyes closed. He ran through the events in his head...there was nothing he could’ve done that would’ve made any difference...

He jumped when a warm hand rested briefly on his shoulder, that hand moving to help him out of his coat which was then hung neatly on the coat stand in the corner. He stood and watched, tensing...waiting for the question, the why..? It didn’t come. Instead he was pulled gently into the young man’s arms and held tight as soft Welsh vowels murmured in his ear, “...you did what you had to...”

Stifling a sob, Jack buried his face into the Welshman’s neck and breathed in the reassuring scent that was just Ianto... Wordlessly, Ianto rubbed tiny circles on his Captain’s back, offering support and comfort without judging... my Ianto...I don’t deserve you...he held on tight as the gentle touch began to ease the knotted tension in his body...when no-one else can understand me...when everything I do is wrong... He wondered, fleetingly, when it was that this quiet and unassuming Welshman had snuck beneath all his barricades and settled himself so deeply within his Captain’s heart...you give me hope and consolation...you give me strength to carry on...

Ianto pulled back slightly, enough to tip Jack’s face up so he could look into those haunted blue grey depths, “...you did what you had to do...” he repeated softly. “Now let me look after you...” as he brushed their lips together, the lightest of touches enough for the floodgates to burst and Jack’s tears fell unchecked down his face... Ianto held him as he cried, the steadfast anchor in the stormy sea, keeping his love safe no matter how rough the journey ...and you’re always there, to lend a hand, in everything I do...

His Captain’s sobs abated, Ianto cupped Jack’s face and brushed his thumbs gently across his cheeks, wiping the tear tracks away, before claiming his mouth tenderly, lips soft and responsive as he gave himself totally to the man in his arms... Jack’s soft moans were lost against Ianto’s mouth as he melted into the embrace and thanked the stars once again for giving him one Ianto Jones that’s the wonder... even if he didn’t deserve him... the wonder of you...

They kissed and held each other, the kisses sweet and loving, reassurance and support given freely, as they came up for air...briefly, hands stroking through hair before sinking straight back in to more soft and gentle kisses that had them trembling with anticipation when they finally pulled apart. Jack gazed into his Welshman’s eyes as the young man smiled at him, love blazing from those crystal blue pools... Jack caught his breath...Ianto was just so beautiful: cheeks flushed, hair dishevelled and his perfect mouth pink and kiss swollen... and when you smile the world is brighter...

Holding his hand out towards his Captain, Ianto entwined their fingers carefully and led him to the cubby hole in the floor, down the ladder where he proceeded to slowly remove his clothes, covering every inch of freshly exposed flesh with tender kisses... you touch my hand and I’m a King... Jack shivered with desire as Ianto’s lips caressed his warm skin, arching towards the touch as his focus narrowed to just them, just here...and the world outside faded away...your kiss to me is worth a fortune, your love to me is everything...nothing else mattered...

Devoid of clothing now, Ianto tugged Jack to the tiny bed and pushed him down gently, more sweet and endless kisses sending his senses soaring and he gave himself to everything that was Ianto as the Welshman made love to him so completely that he no longer knew where one man ended and the other began until they exploded together in blissful release...

Breathing heavily, Ianto brushed Jack’s hair from his damp forehead and kissed him softly, sliding down his body to settle wrapped securely in his Captain’s arms, knowing that, for now at least, the demons had been chased away. Listening to the reassuring thud of Jack’s heartbeat, Ianto drifted off into contented sleep...

Jack lay warm and content, listening to Ianto’s steady breathing as the young man slept. He had no idea what he’d done to deserve his gorgeous Welshman...his mind drifted, images of the young man flitting through his head...bringing the coffee for the team, the tiny smile as their hands brushed as he handed over Jack’s blue and white striped mug; running, crouched down low, gun drawn as they tracked a lone weevil; helping Jack on with his coat...smoothing the heavy wool over his shoulders, the action intimate and familiar...the look on his face as he approached climax – wild and free and simply beautiful...I guess I’ll never know, the reason why, you love me as you do...and I do love you, Ianto...I do...that’s the wonder...I just need to tell you...the wonder of you...

Tightening his grip on his beloved Welshman, Jack pressed a soft kiss to the top of the young man’s head and closed his eyes...that’s the wonder...the wonder of you...

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