zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: Seasons of the eternal circle
Author: zazajb
Rating: mild R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Brychan, Ammeline, Jacqui, Euan
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: It’s Jack and Ianto’s anniversary... Words 2650

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise belongs to RTD & BBC, I’m just playing with them...
Written for the [ profile] longliveianto  bingo prompt: Courtship rituals.
[Remember when there’s anything above a PG rating in story-time, that you’re getting Jack’s x-rated version!!!] 

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

A/N Yay, I'm back from my self-inflicted exam paper 3 and a half week 600+ messages in my inbox so it's going to take me a while to catch up on all your fabulous updates of my fav fic... Thanks to all those wonderful people who sent messages of encouragement and virtual gifts - you guys kept a smile on my face when the withdrawal symptoms got really bad! Love you all! xxx 

A/N1 This is for [ profile] wanda1969  – happy birthday hon, from one romantic to another xxx

Thanks to the wonderful ,talented [ profile] ianto_love_jack  for the banner and icon *hugs*



Seasons of the Eternal Circle

“Have you got everything?” Ianto called over his shoulder as he hurried down the stairs to answer the door.

“Yep..! no..! Where are my flippers? Jacqui said we might go to the Lakeside Water Park and we could go in the CoralZone...I need my flippers...” sounds of frantic rummaging in wardrobes floated down as Ianto opened the door to a smiling Jacqui and a madly grinning Euan.

“Hi...come in...Bry’s just looking for his flippers..!” Cariad, can you help Bry look for his flippers before he empties every cupboard..!

Sure thing sweetheart...Amme’s ready...

Love you...

Ianto ruffled Euan’s hair. “Bry says you’re going to Lakeside?”

“ cool...we get to snorkel in the CoralZone...” Euan bounced enthusiastically, “and Amme and mum can play in the baby pool and they’ve got a whale that shoots water at you and a big sand pit with sea shapes like buckets...” he paused dramatically and took another huge breath, “and there’s a...”

“Okay...we get it – you’re exited!” Jacqui smiled at her son. “Why don’t you go and see if Bry’s found his flippers yet?”


Jack, hyper six year old on the way up..!

Noted and moving back from the door! We’ve found Bry’s flippers and his room doesn’t look too bad...considering!

Ianto rolled his eyes, a soft smile curving the corners of his mouth as Jack shared the happy sight of the two friends bounding around their son’s bedroom like mad kangaroos!

Come down when you’re ready...I’m just going over the arrangements with want coffee?


Ianto chuckled, startling Jacqui who was watching him with a puzzled look on her face. He shook his head, catching her gaze, “I’m just imagining the three of them going mad up there!”

“Three? But Amme’s only...”

“No, the boys and Jack! They’ll be trampolining on the bed before we know it! And yes – they’ve done it before which is why we had the ceiling reinforced!” He grinned and headed to the kitchen, “I’m joking about the ceiling...although it’s an idea..!”

“Is there anything else I should know about nap times or bedtime routines..?” Jacqui couldn’t help the blissful smile that spread over her face as Ianto handed her a mug of his famous coffee.

“Nope, think you’ve got long as she’s got her Dagga she’ll go off to sleep about six thirty and sleep through ‘till seven the next morning. She’s dry day and night now, but I’ve put some trainer pants in just in case...” Coffee’s poured cariad... She loves the water and eats just about anything you put in front of her, though she is particularly fond of her Farley’s rusks...” he rummaged in the vegetable rack and pulled out a new box, adding sheepishly, “I have to hide them from Jack!”

He thrust them at Jacqui quickly as Jack came bounding in through the door and pounced on Ianto first, kissing him soundly much to Jacqui’s enjoyment and amusement, and then grabbed his coffee, inhaling the aroma with obvious rapture, before taking a large gulp and finally swinging round to wrap Jacqui into a fond one-armed hug. Releasing her, he eyed the box in her hand, “Farley’s rusks..?”

Ianto rolled his eyes and Jacqui laughed, moving the box firmly out of reach before fixing Jack with an attempt at a stern glare, which failed miserably when he turned on the full-power puppy dog eyes.

“Get off!” she giggled, pushing him away, “these are for Amme, not you!”

Jack ginned and draped himself round Ianto’s shoulders, nuzzling into the Welshman’s neck and nipping lightly to send shivers of desire cascading through the young man’s body... Shall we see our children off for their weekend adventure away..? then we can... He left the suggestion hanging, knowing that Ianto’s trousers were becoming uncomfortably tight at the images he was flooding into his head.

Pulling away regretfully from the warmth of his partner’s body, Jack headed back into the living room where Amme was now in her large play pen and the boys were making her giggle by hiding behind each other and jumping out. Amme clapped her little hands and squealed with delight, the laughter intensifying as her daddy scooped her up and blew a loud raspberry on her tummy...

He put her down as Jacqui and Ianto followed him into the room and the little girl toddled happily towards them “...aunta Jaja...” she held her arms out up as Jacqui picked her up and swung her round, laughing at the “...more Jaja...’gain..!”

“Jaja always makes me feel like I’m that alien from StarWars..!” she grinned, “lucky there’s no such things as aliens!”

We’ll have to tell her one day that the Captain Coat and Coffee Man stories are all true...

Jack ticked his daughter under her chin before planting a soft kiss on Jacqui’s cheek.

“What was that for..?” she blushed, pleased.

“For being you...” He wound his arm round Ianto’s waist as the Welshman rejoined them with the boys in tow, each carrying an overnight bag. “We really appreciate this...”

“Anniversaries are special times and you deserve some alone time...ten years and two beautiful children is something that should be celebrated...and I’m going to have fun myself...” she turned to the boys who were edging hopefully towards the door, “are we ready to go..?”

The yells were deafening and Bry tore the front door open before the two excited six year olds charged down the driveway to Jacqui’s car. The three adults laughed and followed in their wake.

Jack and Ianto each kissed their daughter before strapping her into her car seat then hugged Bry tightly. “Have a great time kiddo...” Jack squeezed his shoulder and Ianto ruffled his hair.

“I will, bye dad...tad and I hope your super powers will be recharged for story time next weekend...” he laughed as he and Euan climbed into the car and strapped themselves in.

I’m planning on wearing them out first... Jack sent with a leer and a slow replay of the last sensual unwrapping of his gorgeous Welshman.

Ianto blushed and turned to Jacqui, leaving her wondering again how they seemed to have silent conversations...but then after so long they knew each other so well...she sighed wistfully to herself and dragged her thoughts back to the present. “Okay, we’ve got children, we’ve got overnight bags so I guess we’re good to go!”

Hugging both men tightly, she kissed each of their cheeks “Happy Anniversary...see you tomorrow evening...”

“Any problems, just call...” Ianto leant against Jack as Jacqui slid into the driver’s seat. They waved as the car pulled away and watched until it disappeared from sight around the corner.

“So...Mr Harkness-Jones...I have you all to myself...” Jack’s breath, warm against his ear, sent delicious shivers down Ianto’s spine and he turned to wrap his arms around the older man’s neck as he claimed his mouth, and they kissed sweetly as each revelled in the feel of soft lips moving against their own. Jack nibbled enticingly on Ianto’s bottom lip, the gentle moan lost as the Welshman opened his mouth so their tongues could enjoy a seductive slow dance as they twirled and the kiss deepened, each now pressing closer, passions rising...

Now...want you now... Their thoughts collided as they came up for air, hands clasped tightly and Jack led them indoors, kicking the door shut with his foot as Ianto slammed him into the hall wall. Lips crashed together, tongues now duelled wildly and hands grabbed frantically at clothing as their blood supply fled south... They broke their kiss for a split second as each tore the other’s t-shirt over their head, Ianto’s Blue Gillespie flung left, Jack’s Captain America – so apt that one, Ianto always thought – flying backwards as lips reattached and the blissful sensation of skin on skin accompanied the searing kisses while hands continued to roam, attacks now moving to belts, buttons and zips...

Lube in jeans pocket...

Got it...

Their thoughts swirled and entwined, words...just intense and beautiful emotion, taking their lovemaking to another plane as each lost themselves completely in the other, every cell of their being merged until they cried out as one and slumped in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs on the hall wood-panel floor.

Love you, Ianto...

Love you too, Jack...

They headed to the shower where they exchanged tender kisses under the steaming spray, passion reigniting until they emerged, clean and glowing...

Ianto dressed carefully, his charcoal suit and purple Swiss cotton shirt with the deep red tie a favourite ensemble of Jack’s. His hands trembled as he buttoned up the waistcoat and tied a perfect knot of silk at his throat...

In Bry’s room, Jack was dressing in his wedding suit, a dark blue three piece, with palest blue shirt and deep blue tie...he ran his finger over the engraving on the pocket watch Ianto had given him J All the time we have...yours always..I x a surge of warmth and love cascading through him as he shared the image with the man he loved so very much in the next room.

You ready Yan?


Let’s do it...

What if I mess up...

You won’t...but it wouldn’t matter...just doing this with me is... Jack stifled a sob...


I’m fine...just a bit...overwhelmed...

Can I see you now?

We leave the rooms together...ready...three, two, one...

They stepped out onto the landing, simultaneous intakes of breath as they each took in the other’s attire.

Wow Jack, you look amazing...

You’re so beautiful...

Hands reached towards each other, hovered in mid-air before dropping back to their sides without making contact.

Jack went to the top of the stairs, Ianto close behind him...close enough to drown in the intoxicating scent that was Jack, enough to calm his nerves...

Wait here...I’ll just be a moment... Jack walked briskly down the stairs and gathered their scattered clothing from earlier, dumping it out of sight in the utility room. Next he went into the living room and moved the chairs and the coffee table, lit the tall candle and placed the two smaller ones, unlit, on either side. Finally, he retrieved the blood red towel and filled the ornate alien bowl with warm water, placing both carefully on the coffee table.

I’m ready now...

Descending the stairs on somewhat wobbly legs, Ianto took deep breaths in an attempt to slow his pounding heartbeat. He stopped at the closed door of the living room and bit his bottom lip nervously before knocking firmly on the solid wood, sounding loudly in the quiet hallway.

Jack opened the door, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears, echoing Ianto’s own emotional state. He attempted a tiny smile which was returned and a flicker of emotion broke through before both reasserted their mental shields.

Jack held out both hands and Ianto mirrored his actions, stopping when they were just inches apart. “Ianto Jones, you have consented to share new season, new hope and new life with me in accordance with the ancient Boshane Courtship ritual. Come and be cleansed, that we may be unburdened as we set out on our life together...”

Ianto followed as Jack led him to a chair, indicating that he sit. As soon as he was seated, Jack knelt down and carefully removed the Welshman’s shoes and socks, putting them to one side. Next he spread the blood red towel out on Ianto’s lap and picked the bowl up, holding it just above the towel. Their eyes met and Ianto gasped at the intensity of emotion that blazed out from those blue grey depths.

At Jack’s minute nod, he immersed his hands and spread his fingers, moving them gently side to side for several seconds until Jack nodded again and he removed them from the water. Jack replaced the bowl on the table and Ianto dropped his hands onto the towel. With a reverence that took his breath away, Jack dried each of Ianto’s hands, still not making any skin to skin contact. Next he repeated the process with Ianto’s feet.

Standing he took the bowl back into the kitchen and poured the water away, replacing it with fresh. Setting the bowl back on the coffee table, he sat down and placed his hands in his lap. Ianto moved to kneel in front of him and draped the towel over Jack’s knees, before repeating all of Jack’s actions; taking off his shoes and socks before washing and drying his hands and feet. He took the bowl into the kitchen and emptied it, bringing the bowl back to place it once more on the coffee table. Then he folded the towel and put it inside the empty bowl.

They both knelt on the floor and Jack held out his hands, “I ask that you take my hands in truth and love...”   as Ianto clasped them firmly in his own.

“I take your hands in truth and love...” as their eyes met once more with deep longing and both lowered their shields to let their thoughts entwine joyously.

“ come with me willingly on this journey...”

“I come with you willingly on our journey...”

“ share this new season, with new hope in our new life...”

“I share your new season, with new hope in our new life...”

Tears spilled down Jack’s cheeks as he released one of Ianto’s hands to pick up one of the candles, lighting it from the tall pillar candle on the coffee table. He offered the candle to Ianto who took it, his own tears also falling unchecked down his face.

Ianto now released Jack’s other hand and lit the second candle, offering it to the man he loved with his entire being. Jack took it and they linked their free hands together once more.

“ I commit myself to you...Ianto...”

“ I commit myself to you...Jack...”

“...for all seasons of the eternal circle...” they said together, their voices hoarse with raw emotion.

Both reached across and placed their candles carefully in the holder on the table before picking up their wedding rings that they’d removed earlier that morning. Eyes locked on each other once more, they each took turns to slide the ring onto the other’s finger. Smiling now, through their tears, they leaned forward, hands entwined and their lips met tenderly, the kiss a summation of every emotion that they shared...a kiss that grew in intensity, until it became many kisses and fired the simmering passion building in their nether regions...

I love you Jack Harkness-Jones... Ianto shuddered as desire rocked him back onto his heels, breathless and dizzy...

I love you Ianto Harkness-Jones... Jack paused, panting softly from the heat and intensity of their kisses



Take me to bed...

Thoughts melted into incoherence as they stumbled up the stairs and tumbled onto the bed, fiery kisses burning hot trails over sensitive skin as they undressed each other slowly and the world outside ceased to was just them, right here, right now... as they celebrated their newly made promises, finally falling into a sated sleep, wrapped in the eternal circle of each other’s arms...


The adventures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man will continue in the next prompt.




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

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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

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 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 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 each broke a little more...

Ianto had stayed later and later at the hub after the others had gone home, 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 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 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 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’re a 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...

“’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...


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!!!


zazajb: (love me)

Title: The beauty inside...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   An alien contact and a new way of seeing things... Words 2600

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

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

A/N Written for the [ profile] redisourcolor  challenge #16 - Theme: Apocalypse; nonplus, mucilaginous, table-lamp ‘What we need is a ...’

 A/N1 For [ profile] missthingsplace  birthday - have a good one hun xxx

Gggrrr, been trying to post this for the past hour - keeps freezing - technology *growls*


The beauty inside...

“Talk to me Tosh..!” Jack slung the SUV around another tight bend as the team hung on to their seats, groaning when various parts of their bodies collided with the hard surfaces inside the car.

“It’s still in the park, moving towards the woods...same speed, same could still go off at any minute...” Tosh gasped somewhat breathlessly as she found herself squashed against the door by Owen at another violent swerve of the SUV.

“Sorry Tosh...” Owen grunted, muttering “Christ, Harkness, try not to kill us on the way to the Apocalypse – I want to be there to see the world go up!” under his breath, forgetting completely that he had his comm. unit on so he was broadcasting to everyone...

Jack just grinned and glanced in the mirror, his blue grey eyes meeting a pair of crystal blue ones that danced with amusement as the Welshman braced himself against the bulkhead. The Harkness grin intensified and he tugged forcefully at the steering wheel again as they wove in and out of the rush hour traffic.

Screeching to a halt, they flung the doors open and spilled out, immediately falling into the well-practiced cover-advance-cover formation as they closed in on the signal.  Tosh checked the portable scanner and indicated the copse of trees at the far end of the expanse of grass. Keeping formation, guns drawn, they moved carefully towards the unknown. At the edge of the woods they split up and slipped behind the cover from the thick old trunks. “No heroics people...this thing could blow any moment and I’d like to take everyone home safe if we can...” Jack spoke quietly, four brief acknowledgments returning over the comms.

“It’s moving again...” Tosh whispered into their ears, “...coming your way Ianto...looks like there’s a clearing up ahead...”

They heard it before they saw it, mechanical beeps and an unknown language drifting on the light breeze. Peering from behind their respective trees they got their first glimpse. “Oh wow, it’s an Imperial probe droid...” Ianto breathed, obvious awe in his voice.

“And just what the fuck might one of those be?” Owen was snarky.

“You really need to watch Star Wars...” as the medic scoffed in dismissal. “In fact, if we survive this encounter I’m going to tie you to a chair, gag you and personally make sure that you’ll recognise every future reference to some of the best sci-fi cinematography that’s ever been made!”

“I’d like to see you try!” the sarcasm was biting

“So would I – he’s good at the tying up...we’ve had a lot of fun...I remember last week in the Tourist office when he...” Jack’s leer was evident, even from behind the foliage as Gwen’s smothered snort of laughter echoed in their ears

“Er, the alien..? It’s right next to you, Ianto!” Tosh’s hushed whisper interrupted their dialogue.

“Shit! Yan? Stay very still, no sudden moves...” Jack moved swiftly through the trees towards the Welshman’s position.

Ianto turned slowly to face the strange metallic object. Close up it really did look like something from a movie – about three feet tall and hovering two feet off the ground. He felt a minute tremor as it scanned him and then it moved away to the centre of the clearing.

Two strides and Jack was by Ianto’s side, barely disguised panic on his face, “...are you okay? What did it do to you?” He grasped the young man by the shoulders and stared into his eyes, searching anxiously for any sign of trauma.

“I’m fine, it didn’t do anything, I...” Ianto’s words were cut off as Jack’s mouth crashed against his own and he was kissed hard, relief merging with passion as their tongues danced and they melted against each other...

The probe spun and emitted a series of high pitched beeps, spinning faster and faster until it was just a blur.

“Everyone get back, the readings are off the’s going to blow!” Tosh’s eyes widened in horror as the scanner predicted an imminent explosion, “less than a minute...”

Jack released a breathless Ianto and grabbed his hand, “you heard it, people, move back...” he ordered as the probe rose several feet higher into the air and exploded, the sound wave shorting out their comm. units and showering them and the surrounding area with mucilaginous gloop as shards of alien metal rained on them like confetti.

Owen wiped his face with his hand disgustedly, “Okay, tea boy, what the fuck did you do to it?”

“Nothing...”Ianto frowned, “it was like there was something reaching out for just a moment...but...” he shrugged and turned to face the acerbic medic, unable to prevent the awed “wow, Owen!” that fell from his lips at the sight before him.

“Yeah, yeah, covered in alien crap...again..!” Owen’s eyes narrowed as he glared at the Welshman who was gazing at him like he’d never seen him before. “What? I know – what we need now is a magical sonic shower to clean all this muck off or don’t your precious sci-fi shows have anything that practical..?” A pissed off Owen was always a sarcastic Owen! “What? Why are you staring at me like that? Have I suddenly grown another head or...or...” Owen’s voice died away as Ianto reached out to stroke the side of his face, the touch gentle, almost reverent.

“You’re amazing...did you know that Owen..? A prize prat, but still amazing...” He tugged the stunned medic in for a hug as the others gazed at them nonplussed.

“What’s wrong with him?” Gwen hissed as they exchanged glances. “Jack?”

“I don’t know...he’s right about one thing though, Owen, you’re definitely a prat!” Jack joked lightly.

“Ha, bloody ha!” Owen wriggled out of Ianto’s arms, “I prefer tea boy’s other observations!” His eyes met Jack’s, seeing the worry in them. “Let’s get back to the hub and get cleaned up, then I can check everyone out in case this probe’s had any unusual effects...” he nodded imperceptibly towards Ianto, acknowledging the Captain’s concerns.

“What about all this?” Gwen waved her hand at the trees dripping slime and the tiny bits of metal covering the undergrowth and lodged in the foliage.

Jack paused, anxious to get Ianto back to the hub. “I think we’re far enough off the beaten track here to leave it to nature...” he indicated the heavy rain clouds swirling overhead. “Let’s go...”

As the others began moving back through the woods Ianto stood staring after them, trying to make sense of the strange sensations in his head as he looked at each of his colleagues. When he’d looked at Owen, it was like someone had been messing with the balance levels on a cd player – the treble was drowning out the true bass beat that pulsed below it...the beat that was comforting and familiar and rock solid and make him feel safe in its presence..

From Tosh he’d felt warmth and softness with a hidden vibrancy like the essence of a new day – that perfect early morning drew a fond smile to his lips and he knew he’d happily die for her if it came to it...

Gwen was a mass of contradictions – there was dark and prickly entwined with swirling masses of shimmering pink cotton candy and he knew instinctively that he could trust her with his life...with all their lives...yet there was an underlying conflict between them that wove itself into everything else at the deepest level...muted, but always there... He frowned as he attempted to trace it back to its source, biting absently on his bottom lip, his gaze moving to the final member of the team...

In a flash he understood as he finally looked at his Captain and the universe imploded in his head. It was like every corny movie he’d ever watched – fireworks and orchestras set against a backdrop of something sweeter, like honey...and then there was a rush of...of.. He had no words for it, but it was wonderful and intoxicating and he wanted to immerse himself in it – like dancing in the rain or wrapping himself in a freshly laundered drowned his senses and made him giddy...

Ianto!” he jumped as he realised Jack was calling his name and he dragged himself reluctantly back to the present. “You coming..?”

“Oh, yes Sir...sorry!” he hurried after the others, passing Jack without looking at him, distracted by the sudden tingle under his skin as he came within arms reach...

The drive back to the hub was subdued, the team still in shock at the lack of berating from the Welshman when they all piled back into the SUV dripping slime all over the pristine upholstery. Something was definitely troubling the young man...

Truth was, Ianto was so distracted by the way he was drawn to the dynamic Captain that he barely registered the others, or their questioning glances, caught up in the delicious way his heart beat faster and his breath hitched every time he caught those blue grey depths flick towards him in the mirror.

They showered and changed swiftly, each submitting to a check up from Owen and if Ianto’s took three times as long as everyone else’s, the Welshman didn’t comment on it, docilely following all of the Doctor’s instructions and holding his arm out as blood was taken. Eventually, Owen ran out of tests to do and released the young man, watching as he ascended the steps elegantly and made his way into the kitchen.

The coffee was as perfect as ever, delivered with a smile and accompanied by Tunnock’s teacakes, a particular favourite sweet treat of Jack’s, before the young man retreated to clean the SUV thoroughly and finally settle in the archives...

Watching him closely on the CCTV, Jack was reassured to see no outward signs of disturbance, despite Owen’s assurance that he could find nothing amiss...noting, in fact, the opposite, as frequent smiles were directed towards the blinking cameras – Ianto was obviously aware he was being watched...  

Long after the others had packed up and gone home, Ianto delivered a final coffee to Jack’s office to find the Captain involved in a rather intense discussion with the UNIT Commander about reallocation of resources on the phone. Usually, they’d chat and kiss and touch and kiss some more...frequently Ianto found himself down in the older man’s bunker where they enjoyed each other’s company in every way imaginable. On these nights Ianto would stay, spending the night wrapped in his Captain’s arms...

These nights had become more and more frequent of late, both aware that the casual arrangement was becoming something more, neither daring to voice it... Ianto knew without doubt that he loved Jack and had done for a very long time. Today’s encounter with whatever that thing had been had merely served to underline all the reasons why he loved this handsome and dynamic man and he ached to be pressed up against him, to be kissed into oblivion and to drown himself in the intoxicating sense of everything that was Jack...

He contained his disappointment, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to fling himself on the man and headed home to his empty flat... He was on tenterhooks all night, checking his phone, listening for a knock at the door...something...anything to show that Jack was thinking of him... Finally, after a tasteless meal for one from the freezer, a cup of Jack’s favourite blend – well it was one way to feel closer to the man he was missing so acutely – he took himself off to bed, tossing and turning in his lonely bed that felt way too big after Jack’s tiny bunk, until he fell into a restless sleep.

He wasn’t sure what had woken him until he heard a quiet footstep in the living room. Still half asleep he grabbed the table-lamp from the bedside and up-ended it as a suitable weapon, knowing his gun was in its holster slung over the back of a dining chair under his jacket. Creeping forward he paused by the bedroom door, head on one side as the footsteps also halted and the door was pushed slowly open. A shadowy hand and arm preceded further body parts across the threshold.

Ianto held his breath and raised the lamp, ready to bring it crashing down on his night-time prowler. Inches away from a bone crushing impact he caught a whiff of fifty-first century pheromones and gasped aloud, a matching intake of breath from his Captain. “Jack! What are you doing creeping around at...” he blinked at his watch, “...twenty past bloody three in the morning..?”

“I missed you tonight. I would’ve been here earlier but after that wretched call there were several rift alerts – nothing major – a couple of weevils and some space junk – and then a pesky Graske led me on a...”

Ianto dropped the lamp to the floor and pressed a finger to the other man’s lips, silencing him. “Just shut up, Jack and kiss me..!” he rasped throatily as he reached out to haul the Captain towards him, fisting his hands in that awesome coat as Jack’s arms slid one around his waist and the other to the back of his neck... He moaned happily as their lips met and melted into the embrace, opening his mouth to Jack’s probing tongue as his senses swam and everything slotted into place...Jack was where he should be...was meant to be...he knew that now – the probe had told him and it all made perfect sense.

They came up for air only when self preservation demanded they breathe and rested against each other, panting softly.

“That touched you didn’t it – you saw us like you’d never seen us before...” Jack’s whisper against Ianto’s ear sent delicious shivers of desire coursing through his body. “I saw it in your face...what did you see?”

“What was it? You knew – but you never said?” Ianto countered with his own question.

“It was a Yerren probe – they’re from the future and many light years from home and I’ve no idea how it got as far as earth in the twenty-first century... Anyway, the Yerren people – gentle empathic  humanoids – sent these probes out to find other races that were compatible with themselves – radiation from their sun had made their men infertile and they needed new life if their species was to survive...”

“What happened? Did it work?”

“No...their sun went supernova and wiped out their entire solar system – it really was Armageddon for them. Those probes are the only part of their way of life that realise that it marked you as a suitable candidate – it saw how beautiful you are...”

“Men aren’t beautiful, Jack...”

You’re beautiful...inside and out, but the probe was looking for inner beauty and it saw what I see...” he pulled back to gaze deeply into the Welshman’s eyes, “you are beautiful and I love you, Ianto Jones...”

Fisting his hands into Jack’s hair, Ianto crushed their lips together and devoured the older man’s mouth hungrily as they staggered backwards to tumble in a tangled heap onto the bed before Jack explored every beautiful inch of his Welshman and they floated on a wave of ecstasy amongst the stars...





zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: Tissues and tall tales...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: An illness in the family sparks off a few memories... Words 7250

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise belongs to RTD & BBC, I’m just playing with them...
Written for the [ profile] longliveianto  bingo prompt: Illness

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

A/N Considering I’ve never done family/children Janto fic before I seem to be getting into it in rather a big way...forgive the indulgence here! Also apologies for the gap in posting [and reading – not forgotten you guys, honestly!] but work has been utter madness - six weeks of stress packed into three and a half, plus my Head of Department has been off ill so I’ve been doing all that as well and there haven’t been enough hours in the day! However, there is now a light at the end of the tunnel...

Thanks to the wonderful talented [ profile] ianto_love_jack  for the banner and icon *hugs*

Dedicated to [ profile] iantosdreamer46  for her birthday  


Tissues and tall tales...

“Tad...Dad..!” Brychan burst into the room and dropped his school bag in the middle of the floor. “Euan’s going to Splashdown and his mum says I can go too...can I?” he paused for a burst of coughing, “please..?”

Jack glanced at Ianto who was reading a Princess Bella storybook with Ammeline on the sofa. “What d’you think? He’s been coughing a lot this week...”

“P-l-e-a-s-e Tad...I love the water slides...” the big puppy-dog eyes went into full mini-Jack mode and Ianto felt himself succumbing despite his misgivings about the state of their son’s health. He’s turning those big Jack eyes on me!

“I’m not sure it’s...” he started.

Pleasepleaseplease! I’m fine, Euan’s got a cough as well and he’s allowed...” the pout appeared briefly before Brychan remembered that he never did as well with that strategy so he turned up the intensity of his pleading gaze, swinging round to give Jack the full benefit for good measure!

You know you’re going to let him go!

I guess I just can’t resist that look...for anything!

I’ll remind you of that later when the kids are in bed...

The two men grinned and shook their heads minutely. “Okay!” they said together.

“Thanks Tad” Bry squeaked excitedly as he flung himself on Ianto, half squashing his little sister in his exuberant embrace. He wriggled out of Ianto’s hug and repeated the action with Jack who’d now returned to the kitchen where he was sorting out Ammeline’s tea.

Jack hugged him tight before ruffling his hair and swatting him playfully on his backside as he scampered from the room. Amme’s toast’s done, he sent, adding a gentle love you which was caressed softly and returned.

Moments later Ianto and their daughter joined him at the kitchen table, Jack settling her into her high chair as Ianto moved to the coffee machine to make them a mug each. They leant against each other and watched Amme munching happily on her marmite toast fingers, a tiny pot of fromage frais that she managed to smear half into her hair and half in her mouth, and finally crunch contentedly on a sliced up apple.

Ianto dug his phone out of his pocket when it beeped. He flicked it open and read swiftly as Jack began to clean their daughter’s hands and face with a baby wipe before handing her a beaker of juice.

Euan’s mum...apologising for not asking about Splashdown first, and for not stopping when she dropped Bry off earlier – she had to pick Ellie up from a netball match. Apparently Ellie’s going to the cinema with a group of friends – Jacqui’s one of the designated drivers so rather than go all the way there and back twice she thought she’d take the boys into the water park while the girls watch their film and then they’ll all go to Pizza Hut afterwards...

So we’ll be all alone after Amme’s had her bath and gone to bed?

Yep! You better practice those puppy-dog eyes!

Done! Tell her yes and thank you!

Ianto grinned as he tapped a reply and pressed send, another beep returning almost instantly. He chuckled as Jack sent him a full-on big eyes puppy-dog look followed by some decidedly interesting scenarios.

Whoa tiger! We’ve got things to do first!


Like bath and tuck our daughter up in bed, sort out our dinner and get Bry’s school stuff ready for tomorrow...

The pout replaced the ‘come hither’ look and a quietly grumbling Jack scooped up their happy chattering two year old and headed up the stairs. He was chuckling with her by the time he reached the top – until he checked on Bry’s preparations for his swimming trip to find the entire contents of his chest of drawers scattered far and wide over his room.

Yan – your son’s turned his room into a war zone...

Why is he always mine when he’s made a mess?

‘Cause you’re so much better at sorting him out than me! Anyway, I’m bathing our daughter... He felt the emphatic roll of his partner’s eyes and grinned. “Bry, Tad’s on the way up – he won’t be happy with the state of your room!”

“But I can’t find my swim shorts!” Brychan protested. “I’ve looked everywhere...”

“In your wardrobe, in your swim bag, ready from last get this tidied or I might have to change my mind about you going...” Ianto said firmly, coming into the room quietly and making him jump.

“But Tad...Jacqui’ll be here in a minute...” the pout reappeared.

“Then you need to be quick about it, young man..!” he’s so like you Jack!

 But you love us and wouldn’t have it any other way!

Jack snickered at the further eye roll and tested the bath water, adding Lavender Baby Bath and splashing to make bubbles. He pulled the rest of Ammeline’s clothes off and tossed them into the hamper, smiling softly as he placed the little girl in the bubbles and dropped in a few of her favourite toys. He felt Ianto’s gentle caress of his mind as he shared the images of their happy giggling daughter as she squirted Jack with her plastic frog, dad and child having as much fun as each other.

The doorbell rang and there was an anguished wail from Brychan whose room was tidier but not finished. Jack grinned you great big softie as Bry hugged his Tad hard when he was allowed to leave the rest of the clearing up and the pair hurried downstairs to answer the door.

Euan’s twelve year old sister Ellie smiled at them “mum’s just turning the car round...” she said as Ianto handed Bry some money for his entry fee “...and you can spend the change if it’s okay with Jacqui...”

“Thanks Tad” He accepted a kiss and followed Ellie back down the path to where Jacqui was waiting at the end of the drive. She waved and waited until the two children had fastened their seat belts before driving off.

That’s one gone...

Amme’s almost ready for bed – just getting her jammies on and then I’ll read her a quick story...

I’ll finish Bry’s room and get his school clothes ready for the morning, then I’ll be in to say ‘night to Amme and then we can both start dinner...

Know what I’m having... the accompanying leer drew a chuckle and an instant tightening in Ianto’s trousers when he felt Jack’s hot breath on his neck as the older man started the seduction in his head and pressed feather light kisses to his skin...

You keep that up and it’ll all be over before we get anywhere near the bedroom! he gasped as a surge of heat rushed to his groin and he resisted the urge to give it some attention with the heel of his hand.

Jack grinned and retreated from his Welshman’s head, leaving Ianto’s skin tingling and his heart pounding. He hurried around their son’s room, anxious to get everything ready so he and Jack could enjoy some quality time...who knew that two children and a secret agency to run would take up so much time!

Shortly after, he joined Jack in their daughter’s pale pink and white bedroom. Jack was just finishing the tale of Tom and Pippo and the Washing Machine, one of Amme’s favourite bedtime stories, “...but I know he’s going to get dirty again because he won’t stop playing in muddy places!” he concluded and closed the book.

The two men smiled fondly at their little girl who was now fast asleep. They each pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Sleep tight, princess...” and they left, closing the door quietly behind them.

Seconds later they were in each others arms, mouths crushed together as tongues duelled excitedly and hands raked eagerly over clothing, tugging shirts from trousers to reach the warm flesh below... Ianto moaned into the kiss as Jack swept every contour of his mouth, every flick at those sensitive spots sending sparks of heat cascading down his body where they gathered expectantly in his trousers.

They broke off momentarily for much needed air, Jack growling “bed” into his ear as their minds swirled together without conscious direction, concentrating instead on the sensations of throbbing arousal and pounding heart beats, super sensitive skin and the pleasure of heightened desire from shared thoughts.

Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand and pulled him urgently towards their room where they fell onto the bed as their lips crashed together once more and he proceeded to kiss his young Welshman senseless. Ianto’s hands raked over Jack’s body, one settling in his hair, the other groping at the buttons on his shirt, expertly undoing them one-handed until his shirt hung open and he tugged the sleeves over his hands, dropping the unwanted article on to the floor. Jack’s t-shirt rapidly joined the shirt on the carpet and he groaned against Ianto’s pink, kiss swollen lips as the Welshman’s hands raked over his bare chest, fingers splayed to cover as much of him as possible until they settled on his nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers as they hardened under his touch...

Ianto pulled his mouth from Jack’s and kissed his way down his neck, pausing to suck at the soft skin behind his ear which drew a growl of want from his Captain’s lips before he continued across his throat and back up to capture his lips once more, the kiss hot and open mouthed as desire mounted. Fuck Yan, I want you so much... the images that accompanied Jack’s thoughts were wild and wanton and sent fiery waves of passion coursing through them to converge in their groins as they arched their bodies together.

Jack tugged impatiently at Ianto’s clothes!  he ordered, fumbling at the Welshman’s buckle, button and zip as Ianto shoved Jack’s trousers and pants down to pool at his ankles, held captive by his boots. Ianto swiftly unbuttoned his own shirt and dragged it over his wrists, flinging it aside with abandon as he lifted his hips off the bed to allow Jack to push his trousers down. They paused for a moment to kick off shoes, socks and the tangle of clothing around their ankles as Jack rolled them over to finish on top, pressing Ianto into the bed. He ground their hips together, smirking at the wanton moan that fell from the young man’s lips, then rolled off to lay beside him.

Ianto shuddered at the delicious sensation of warm breath huffing a trail through the soft hair on his chest, running down across his stomach and back up, teasing his nipples...he opened his eyes, his lust-darkened ones meeting the sparkling blue grey of Jack’s as he lay propped up on one elbow watching the reactions of his gorgeously aroused Welshman...

Ianto smiled, parting his lips as Jack leant down to kiss him, allowing the Captain’s tongue to explore the contours of his mouth, winding his arms around the older man to pull him in closer... His body responded with enthusiasm more Jack...please... Jack’s hand slid down his body, the touch light, sensual, the promise of pleasure tantalising... Ianto arched against the touch, tiny gasps of desire escaping against his lover’s mouth as he moved his hand slowly and his body quivered with delight...passion building, feeling it echoed in Jack’s head...

The kiss grew in intensity, tongues duelling, fingers of flame creeping across heated skin, nerve endings stretching, trembling... Jack’s hand moved faster, pulling back from the kiss to drag his tongue down the side of the young man’s neck, biting down at the juncture of neck and shoulder, sharing the twin sensations of pain and pleasure that shot through his lover, drawing a loud moan from those deliciously pink kiss-swollen lips...

He trailed his tongue lower, down his chest, through the soft hair, seeking out his nipples and grazing them lightly with his teeth, teasing, blowing, sucking as Ianto’s breath came in short gasps, his eyes closed and head thrust back against the pillow...

Jack retreated from the young man’s body, his hand motion stilling as he gazed down at his Welshman, delighting in the way he unravelled before him, totally open and unburdened, his hips canting off the bed to press against Jack’s hand...his eyes opened, they were full of love, passion and desire in equal measure... “...please Jack...” he whispered hoarsely, “...please...make love to me...”

Jack crushed his mouth to Ianto’s feeling the familiar leap of wonder and butterflies in his stomach as their lips touched...the young man fisting his hands through his hair as Jack fumbled under the pillow for the lube, the kiss hot and messy as their passion rose. Ianto moaned against his mouth as he felt a cool finger slide inside him, pressing back against it as it was joined swiftly by a second where they sought out that magic spot, brushing across it, drawing gasps of pleasure from his lips... jacjkjackjack echoing through their heads... Jack added a third and Ianto cried out, arching his body, thrusting against him only to whimper as they were withdrawn...

He devoured Jack’s mouth hungrily, nothing mattered but the touch of Jack’s hands, the feel of Jack’s lips and the simply fucking fantastic feeling as he pressed into him...he was so aroused he almost fell off the edge as soon as Jack began to move...panting hard against his Captain’s mouth he concentrated on the feeling of hot skin to hot skin...the way their teeth clashed and that intoxicating and heady scent that was Jack...

His body was on fire, every cell tingled with electricity and he felt the wild euphoria building as his release swept him away, shouting out his Captain’s name as he saw stars and he exploded on a wave of pure bliss...the feelings cascading through his lover and pushing him to his own climax so they flew together, shuddering through the after-shocks to slump in a post-orgasmic glow...

Jack brushed a lock of hair from Ianto’s forehead and gazed into his eyes...everything he was feeling was reflected in those shining blue pools, no need for words... He kissed him softly, their minds and bodies totally in tune as they slowly got their breath back...

Ianto curled into his Captain’s embrace, his body tingling pleasurably from head to toe... He closed his you cariad...

Love you too...

Moments later they were asleep.

They were woken by an assault on the doorbell, the energetic pattern announcing the return of their six year old. Shit! Ianto sat up sleepily, his hair wildly dishevelled and glanced anxiously around the bedroom for his clothes.

Jack grinned as he dragged his trousers on, braces dangling down by his knees, his chest bare. I’ll go, you wake up a bit first... He planted a soft kiss on his Welshman’s mouth and scampered barefoot down the stairs, opening the door to an impatient Brychan who looked at his Dad with an all-knowing older-than-his-years quirk of an eyebrow.

“Hi dad, you were asleep in bed weren’t you!” he grinned up at Jacqui, “they do this’s because they’re old and they have to rest their superpowers...” he told her conversationally.

Jacqui received this information solemnly, controlling the urge to giggle as Jack waggled his eyebrows at her cheekily, her gaze noting the twinkle in his eyes, tousled hair and kiss swollen lips, coupled with the obvious lack of clothing... “Mmmnn, nice view...” the thought bringing a light blush to her cheeks as her mind supplied an array of interesting images.

Jack chuckled and winked at her. She blushed deeper and smacked him playfully on the arm “Stop it you!” she chuckled, “you’ll get me all hot and bothered! Anyway...” she added hastily before Jack could add any of his trademark innuendo and melt her brain completely, “...sorry we’re a bit late – Ellie was invited to sleep over so we called in for her school clothes and things first...”

His grin widening, Jack laughed, “we fell asleep af...” he broke off, “’s been busy...” by way of explanation, as Ianto joined them, his hair showing signs of hasty flattening and his lips equally pink and kiss swollen, his feet also bare.

“Hey kiddo!” he ruffled Brychan’s hair affectionately, “have a good time?”

“It was brilliant, Tad, the slides were so fast...”

“It’s a good job they both swim like fish! See you at the weekend Bry – you can come back after the story session if you like...” Jacqui chuckled as he bounced happily then yawned widely.

“Cool, thanks Jacqui...and thank you for taking me today...” he yawned again and leant against Jack’s legs.

“Okay young man, say goodnight and then off to bed.”


The three grown ups watched as he walked slowly up the stairs, huge yawns floating back in his wake.

“Thanks for taking him, it was good to have a few hours to ourselves once Amme was in bed...” Jack draped an arm round Ianto’s shoulders and pressed a light kiss to his temple.

Jacqui smiled, “ pleasure, now I’d better get Euan home before he falls asleep in the car” as Jack and Ianto waved at the face peering out of the car window, getting a sleepy half-wave in return. “Night Jack, Ianto...” she glanced back along the path to see them kissing softly in the open doorway, their hands framing each other’s faces. Hurrying to her car she slid into the driver’s seat as her brain supplied numerous hot images of the two handsome men...

It was long minutes later that Jack and Ianto surfaced from their sweet and tender kiss, closed the door and headed up to tuck their son into bed. He was coughing again but was soon fast asleep.

After a coffee and an omelette each for a belated dinner, Jack led Ianto back to their bedroom where they stripped quickly and headed to the shower in the en-suite. Pressed together under the steaming spray Ianto made love to his Captain, tenderly, with soft kisses and slow, deliberate touches as the water cascaded down on them, before they dried each other and slid under the covers to curl up sated and content in each other’s arms. They slept.

Ianto woke in the early hours to hear persistent coughing from Brychan’s room. Slipping carefully from Jack’s embrace, he crept into their son’s room. Bry was asleep but a single glance showed Ianto that he was far from peaceful. The six year old’s face was flushed and he moved restlessly on the bed, his quilt had been thrown off and was half on the floor. Ianto pressed a hand to his son’s forehead. It was hot and clammy. The boy stirred but didn’t wake. After covering him up again and checking that his glass of water was full, Ianto went back to his own bed, leaving Bry’s door ajar so he’d hear if he woke.

What’s up? Jack’s thoughts swirled against his own as he slid back into bed and was immediately wrapped back into Jack’s arms.

Bry. He’s been coughing and he’s got a temperature...

Do we need to call Owen? Jack was anxious, moving to sit up.

No, it’s just a cold I think. We’ll keep him off school today though, just to be sure... Ianto pulled Jack back down and turned to face him, capturing his mouth in a gentle kiss, lips warm and responsive under his own as he melted into the embrace. Kissing softly they drifted back to sleep.

Bry was still coughing, hot and restless when they checked on him at seven o’clock. I’ll go in today – got that scheduled call with HM and I need to go across to Flat Holm – you stay with Bry and I’ll be home as soon as I’ve done the essentials... I’ll see if Owen’s got any suggestions and I’ll drop Amme off at nursery on my way in... Ianto grinned you can play nurse... the accompanying images sending their own temperatures rising!

Ianto made coffee and prepared breakfast while Jack got Ammeline up and dressed and kissed them both goodbye shortly before half eight. Brychan was still asleep.

Once Ianto had driven away, Jack took his second cup of coffee and went to sit up in his son’s room. Ianto had left out the bottle of Calpol ready for when he woke, the pain killer for children would bring his temperature down and ease the soreness in his throat. He’d been sat quietly reading for about half an hour when the six year old stirred, coughing painfully as his eyes fluttered open.

“Dad...” he croaked, breathless from coughing, “my throat hurts...”

“I know...” he’s awake “here, sip this...” Jack helped him sit up and handed him a glass of water. Bry gulped some down and coughed violently as Jack hurriedly took the glass back off him.

Bry’s eyes filled with tears, “it really hurts, Dad...”

Jack squeezed his hand, “This’ll help...” he said as he shook the bottle of medicine with his other hand. Bry swallowed two teaspoonfuls and leant back against the pillows.

“Why don’t you or Tad ever get ill? Is it because you’re super-heroes?” He broke off to cough painfully.

Jack grinned and shared the question with Ianto, getting a chuckle in return. How’s it going at the hub?

Just done the call to HM, she’s more than happy with the updates and says there’ll be a garden party invite in the next week or so for her birthday – what do we buy the Queen of Great Britain for her birthday?

Huh? No idea!

Never mind – I’ll think of something! How’s Bry?

Coughing! I’ve given him the Calpol...

Hopefully that’ll make him him a story or something and he’ll probably nod off again. Make sure he drinks something though...

Yessir! The salute that accompanied the reply made Ianto smile as he prepared coffee for the team before he headed out to Flat Holm. He kept the link with Jack active, their minds nestled together comfortingly so they could share both home and work.

Jack plumped up Bry’s pillows and settled him more comfortably under the quilt. After another burst of coughing he repeated his question, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes puffy above dark circles confirming Ianto’s diagnosis of a bad cold... Chuckling, Jack grinned and leant back in the chair...

“We might be superheroes but even we get ill sometimes... There was this one time when Coffee Man was bitten by a nasty bug while we were searching an old abandoned warehouse. The signal was jumping all over the place so we split up to try and cover as much of the ground as possible. This bug was about the size of your bedside table and was flying at Tosh when your Tad pushed her out the way behind him...

Next thing I know and Tad’s on the floor with this huge alien insect on top of him. I felt his pain as it bit him – you know that we can hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s emotions don’t you?”

“Yes and you can’t ever die...” Brychan rasped painfully, “those are your super Tad listening now?”

“Yes he is and he’s sorry he’s had to go to work...he wanted to be here with you....”

“Tell him it’s okay...what happened next?”

“Well, Uncle Owen was closest after Tosh and he stabbed the bug in it’s soft belly with a syringe of sedative...a medicine to make it go to sleep...and it just curled up into a ball like a giant bluey-green woodlouse. When he saw it was really asleep, Owen checked Tad over. He was shivering violently and looked so pale, even though he insisted he was fine – you know your Tad!

“Oi, tea boy, look at me! Where did it get you?” Owen tipped Ianto’s head up to shine a light into his eyes, noting the lack of focus and the sluggish reactions of his pupils.

“That’s Coffee Man to you...” Ianto’s voice was on the edge of being slurred, like he’d had just a little too much to drink, “and it bit me on my thigh...”

Owen grabbed at his belt buckle and swiftly yanked the Welshman’s trousers down.“In your dreams Owen!” The slurring was more pronounced now and his pupils had narrowed to tiny pinpricks of black Owen noted worriedly. As he examined the large puncture wound, Ianto’s eyes rolled in his head and he slumped in the medic’s arms.

“Ianto! Fuck! Jack, help me here, see if you can reach him – do that bloody irritating mind thing you two!” to me...don’t you dare leave me! dark and so alone...

I’m here sweetheart...I’m here...

Jack... he shuddered violently I bloody hate insects!

The Doctor told me about one time he regenerated after being attacked by blue spiders the size of sheep...that was way back though... He felt Ianto’s horror at the mention of the spiders, followed swiftly by a flash of hurt at the memory of Jack flinging himself at the big blue Police Box on the Plass.

Hey, I came back for know were all I thought off in that long dark year – your smile, your gorgeous Welsh vowels, the way your eyes sparkle when we...

I know... A pause. Jack..? Am I going to die? I’m so cold and it’s so this the this what it’s like?

I don’t know, sweetheart, but Owen’s trying to find out...

Hold my hand...please...I don’t want to go into the dark on my own...

“That’s good...keep doing that....” Owen’s voice broke into Jack’s thoughts and he realised the medic had his poison kit out. “I’ve given him a shot of anti-venom and a sedative, but quite honestly, I have no idea what this is ‘till we get them both back to the hub. He glanced at Gwen who was comforting a sobbing Tosh, well aware that his girlfriend was blaming herself for Ianto’s condition as he’d pushed her out of the way. “Ladies, we need to get that thing back to the lab so I can see what it is... I’ll help Jack with Ianto...”

Jack stood carefully and scooped his Welshman’s limp body into his arms, heading for the SUV where he set him gently on the back seat before reluctantly climbing into the driver’s seat as Owen slid in beside his patient.

Tosh and Gwen followed them out, carrying the body bag they’d shoved the unconscious bug into. They dumped it in the boot and climbed in, Gwen up front, Tosh next to Owen, the medic squeezing her leg briefly. Jack screeched the tyres before they’d even closed the doors and they hung on, knowing his worry over his partner meant he would make the SUV practically fly back to the hub...

Mere minutes later they were laying Ianto gently on the table in autopsy. Owen shone his torch into the young man’s eyes, breathing a sigh of relief when they reacted automatically to the intrusion. “I think the anti-venom’s done the trick, but Tosh and I’ll do a work up on his know, the usual stuff, just to make sure. “Here...” he slid a cuff on to Ianto’s wrist, “this’ll monitor his vitals and feed the data directly to my monitors down here so you can take him back upstairs – your office sofa might be better than your cubby hole...just in case...”

“Is he going to die? He kept saying he could see blackness – that’s what I see – and he was cold...”

Owen shrugged, “He’s not dying as far as I can tell...although it would’ve been useful to know...”

“You’re still not killing him just to make sure he comes back!” Jack huffed indignantly, even though he knew Owen was teasing him in an attempt to lighten the mood. He gathered the Welshman back into his arms and carried him up to his office, setting him down gently on the battered sofa. Grabbing his greatcoat from the coat stand, he arranged it over the still form, tucking it in tightly around him. Then he knelt on the floor gazing down at the man he loved so very much, willing him to come round.

He reached out to his mind but it was a swirling void – nothing bad...just was like he’d closed down... He stroked his fingers lovingly over Ianto’s forehead, then traced down his cute button nose and then around the outline of his mouth...those delicious pink lips that he loved to capture with his own so they moved sweetly against each other...

He frowned. Something was wrong...  His lips...they were turning blue... Panicked, Jack crushed his mouth down onto Ianto’s, filling him with his life force as his mind searched in vain for some sign of consciousness. So caught up in what he was doing, he didn’t notice when Ianto’s arms snaked around his neck and the Welshman began kissing him back with a vigour and passion that drove his blood supply south and he moaned softly into the kiss...

“Keep an eye on him I said – not snog his face off!”

Jack jumped as Owen snarked behind him, pulling back from Ianto’s mouth and suddenly realising that the young man’s arms were wrapped around him. He gazed into those crystal blue eyes as their minds reconnected and the rush of emotion filled him with a warmth that resonated from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes.

“Jack!” Owen sounded pissed now and even without turning Jack just knew that the skinny medic would have his hands planted on his hips and a scowl on his face. “You wanna tell me why you disobeyed my orders...”

“He was having trouble breathing...”

“Not according to my monitors...”

“His lips were turning blue...honestly..!” he protested, glancing down at the Welshman’s face, even though he knew his evidence would had been kissed away. “Owen, his mouth is still blue...”

Cariad, I’m fine...I feel fine...well maybe got a bit of a cold...

We’ll let Owen be the judge of that...

“Jack...Owen..?” Tosh called up from where her and Gwen were looking at her workstation, “you need to see this...”

I’m coming too...

Jack helped Ianto to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist as he guided him down the stairs to the main hub. They joined the others at Tosh’s workstation.

“What is it, Tosh?”

“We’ve found that bug – it’s a Maolosian Bhle bug – they’re nocturnal and their bite carries a powerful venom to paralyse their prey...”

“The anti-venom seems to have worked so far...” Owen moved across to Gwen’s computer and pulled up the results of the blood test, “Ah...we have a problem...”

Owen! What kind of problem?” Jack tightened his hold on Ianto’s waist, pressing him closer still as he felt the young man sag in his embrace.

It’ll be okay...I promise...

I’m scared Jack...

“The venom’s neutralised now, but as it was metabolised into his bloodstream it left certain anti-bodies and it’s going to take time for them to work through his system...there are a few side effects...” his voice trailed away.

“Exactly what kind of side effects?” Ianto leant heavily against Jack.

“Well, the blue skin colouring will take about a week or so to fade once it’s spread all over...”

All over?” Ianto’s voice was an anguished squeak.

It could be an interesting week... Jack sent in an attempt at light-heartedness, the variety of suggestive scenarios accompanied by a simple declaration of his love and a promise that they’d get through this...

“And you’ll also have to stay out of the light or you’ll get blisters...that’s why their skin is blue – it’s their camouflage against the night sky and hides their weakness from predators...”

“Are you sure about this, Owen? Is there anything else we can do?” Jack looked pleadingly at the usually acerbic medic who shook his head briefly and mouthed a sombre “sorry, that’s it...”

“Thank you Owen for your honesty...I’ll be fine and let’s face it, I don’t out that much anyway...not sure blue is really my colour, but I guess we’ll find out as the week progresses! Now if it’s okay with you, “he looked at Owen, “I need to make some coffee...” as the doctor nodded.

You want some help making the drinks?

Give me a minute...need to get my head around all this...

Ianto walked elegantly up to the kitchen, a picture of control until he was out of sight, his breath coming in heaving sobs as he leant against the worktop. The door opened and Jack came in, wordlessly drawing him into a tight embrace as he stroked his hair, whispering words of love and nonsense that he repeated like a mantra into the young man’s head.

Eventually Ianto’s sobs subsided and he managed a tiny smile as Jack tipped his face up to kiss him softly, his tongue seeking its mate to slow dance first in one mouth then the other... This wasn’t about passion or desire, just a need to be close and to reaffirm love and commitment...

They broke apart, foreheads resting together as they shared warm breath. “You know the blue Smarties were always my favourite...” Jack whispered into Ianto’s ear, the revelation teasing a muted chuckle at the thought of being compared to a child’s sweet. “You’re gonna be the most gorgeous blue Welshman in the universe and I’m going to kiss every inch of you...” he pressed a light kiss to the end of the young man’s nose. “Why don’t you make a coffee for the two of us while I kick the others out...”Cupping his cheek briefly, Jack left a still-trembling-but-better-than-he-was Ianto selecting beans in a well-worn routine that he found strangely comforting as his Captain sent the rest of the team home. 

Jack...thank you...

Welcome, you...

You too...

Tosh wanted to say goodnight to Ianto and left protesting quietly as she was ushered out the door by an unusually tactful and thoughtful Owen.

They’re gone...

Ianto brought the mugs up to Jack’s office and even in the muted light the pale blue skin was noticeable...Jack thought it gave him an ethereal quality that reminded him of winter sunlight glinting on freshly fallen snow.

Ianto placed the mugs on the desk. What?

You’re beautiful...

I’m blue!

I like blue... He tugged the young man into his lap and captured his mouth in a searing kiss that had the Welshman seeing stars, his knees weak and senses blown. The coffee went cold as they lost themselves in each other. Some considerable time later, they surfaced long enough to slide down the ladder to continue without clothes and tangled around each other in Jack’s tiny bunk...

The next morning the blue was a shade deeper and Ianto found he preferred the shadows of the main hub to the brightly lit workstations and he made coffee by the subdued glow of the emergency lighting...

Owen had checked him over from top to toe, smirking at various points of the examination as he pronounced that blue made everything look smaller! Jack had cuffed the medic affectionately around the ear and informed him that blue seemed to add a certain je ne sais quoi to the proceedings, much to Ianto’s embarrassment, as he turned a delightful shade of lilac when his pale blue skin blushed.

Tosh had hugged him tight, coming to the shadows to talk to him about cataloguing the species and the effects of the bite into their digital archives... Gwen had dragged him, wincing, into the light to “get a good look at you” before he’d scuttled back to the shadows like a beetle bloody typical, I’m turning into a cockroach!

By day four the blue was a midnight shade and his skin held a lustre that made him gleam as he moved around the archives in the semi darkness. When walking through the main hub he wore dark glasses to protect his eyes and a hooded cloak over his suit as the light made his skin feel like it was bubbling under the surface.

A giggling Tosh and grinning Owen had presented him with a child’s toy light saber the day after he’d first worn the cloak and Jack had thoroughly enjoyed the Star Wars role play that night as they’d immersed themselves in fantasy use the force Jack..!

Day five saw the first signs that he’d turned a corner with his earlobes paling a shade lighter, although Jack claimed he’d sucked the colour out of them, and the whites of his eyes seemed a little less blue... Ianto was now heartily sick of being cocooned underground and yearned for the outside. Jack came in from a weevil hunt at three in the morning to find Ianto gazing longingly at the sky on the CCTV...

As they tumbled back into bed and he wrapped Ianto into his arms he had a sudden thought and grinned into the darkness, kissing his Welshman’s neck softly as the young man dropped into a restless sleep. Jack increased his shields by one point and thought through his plans for the following day...

While Ianto was making their early morning coffee, Jack rang Tosh, pleased to hear Owen’s dulcet tones as he sang in the shower in the background, and ran through his plans with her. Tosh suggested a few additions to his plan and they’d just finished thrashing out the details when Ianto reappeared in his hooded cloak and glasses.

Taking the tray of toast and coffee from him, Jack plonked it on the desk and wrapped the young man into his arms as their lips met and they kissed tenderly as their minds swirled pleasurably. Threading his fingers lovingly through his Captain’s hair, Ianto melted into the embrace and lost himself in the heady sensations of everything that was Jack and the world and all things blue faded was just them, right here, right now...

The roller door siren announced the arrival of Gwen and they parted softly. Jack entwined their fingers and they sat in the semi-darkness of his office to eat their now cold toast and drink their lukewarm coffee. Tosh and Owen arrived shortly after and, after making and distributing the coffee, Ianto headed for the archives and the shadows that he felt comfortable in.

As soon as he was out of sight, Jack and Tosh got busy. Tosh downloaded what they needed from the internet and set to work, while Jack grabbed his coat and vanished in the Welshman’s Audi.

Ninety minutes later he was back with several bulging carrier bags which he carried up to his office. Tosh grinned and followed him, grabbing a memory stick from her workstation. She went into the office, closed the door and pulled the blind down. Gwen watched the proceedings with raised eyebrows, shrugged her shoulders and carried on with her reports.

Preparations completed, Tosh left Jack’s office smiling broadly. She stopped at Gwen’s desk and whispered in her ear. Gwen giggled and picked up her bag, skipping to the roller door before disappearing behind it. Tosh waited for Owen to come up from autopsy, they linked hands and they too left the hub, flicking the lights off on their way out.

Jack emerged into the gloom and carried his large tray down carefully, setting it on the neat pile of files at the side of Tosh’s work station. He pulled his i-pod out of his pocket and set it in the speaker dock on Gwen’s desk. Running back up to his office he returned with a desktop fan, a four inch square open box of smooth pebbles and a piece of alien tech that he set on the floor behind the two workstations. Finally, he shrugged into his coat and draped Ianto’s black wool half-trench over the back of Gwen’s chair. Satisfied that everything was ready he lowered his shields and reached out for Ianto’s mind... okay sweetheart?

I’m fine...just filing...routine...

Can you come up? I need to show you something...and I’d actually really love a coffee..!

I knew there was an ulterior motive! Give me five minutes to finish this batch and I’m all yours...

Promises, promises...

Think yourself lucky that the others are still there or I’d have you stripped so fast you’d...

Yan, files, quickly...all that talk is...

Sod the files, I’m on my way...

Grinning inanely at the surprise he’d planned for his gorgeous blue Welshman, Jack stood ready with his multi-function remote control. As Ianto’s footsteps sounded on the stairs, Jack pressed his remote. Sounds of birds tweeting and the rustle of the wind in the trees filled the hub and the roof was suddenly transformed into a dusky pre-dawn state with the first pale vestiges of colour peeking up from the distant horizon. The fan began whirring, gusting over the box of scented pebbles to fragrance the air with that crisp, fresh, early sunrise sensation.

Ianto stopped in surprise, cariad?

You couldn’t go outside so I’ve brought the outside in to you... He strode over and took Ianto’s hand in his, leading him to the main workspace where the screens were all dark and without the projected half-light it would’ve been impossible to see anything! Ianto  gazed at the tray, the green turf edged in tiny plants to form an indoor garden on a large tea tray and he was rendered speechless, overcome with emotion that Jack had noticed his growing frustration with his enforced captivity and devised this wonderful plan to bring the outside to him...

A strangled sob burst through as he flung himself into Jack’s arms and their lips crashed together in a searing kiss, fingers tangling in hair, keeping him close...

Thank you cariad...this is perfect and it’s better than the real thing...

 Love you, my little boy blue...

Love you take me to bed...

I was hoping you’d say that..!  as he led the young man to a pile of blankets...thought we’d embrace nature..!

They sank to their knees, mouths locked together, teeth clashing, passions rising, as they gave themselves to the moment...

Four days later, a very faintly pale blue tinted Ianto spread the blankets out under the trees at their favourite picnic site at the top of a steep hill before making love to his dashing and handsome Captain as the breeze tickled their skin and they revelled in the joys of simply being alive...

Jack grinned and leant back in his chair as he finished the story of Coffee Man’s blue illness and how Captain Coat had tried to make him feel better he’s asleep again...

Good! I’m on my way back from Flat Holm so I’ll be home soon...

I’ll have the blankets laid out in the living room...



The Adventures of Captain Coat & Coffee man continue in the next prompt...
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

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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

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 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 the hot the 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’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.


“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 “’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 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 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’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 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...



zazajb: (coming home)

Title: Burnt offerings...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   A long night and Jack cooks... Words 2690

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

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

A/N Written for the [ profile] redisourcolor  challenge #14 - Theme: Kitchen; condign, expel, shower gel ‘Look a map of Cardiff. Isn’t it brilliant?’

 A/N1 This is for [ profile] ianto_love_jack  and [ profile] choccy_grl  Happy Birthday ladies xxx


Burnt offerings

The roller door siren blared to admit Gwen, Tosh and Owen, all looking bright eyed and bushy tailed...unlike the weary and unusually crumpled Welshman who was currently leant against an equally dishevelled Captain as they sipped from their mugs of extra strong blend.

“Morning!” Gwen chirped breezily, “good night?”

“Fantastic!” Ianto deadpanned “...half a dozen weevils, a Blowfish and our crop circle friends are back...we’ve spent the last six hours retconning the farmers, workers and a pack of cubs out doing their camping badge...”

“Ooh, I love looking at the crop circles..!” Tosh skipped happily to her computer and logged on. “Look, an, that’s clever...and I love this wheels and cogs kind of thing – so intricate...”

Jack and Ianto looked at each other and couldn’t help grinning – it wasn’t often they got to see Tosh like this! They chuckled as she squealed in delight “Look, a map of Cardiff, isn’t it brilliant? That’s my favourite so far...” Gwen grinned and went to join her, the two women discussing the numerous different patterns enthusiastically.

Owen muttered something under his breath and stomped down to autopsy, his brief good spirits evaporating rapidly. He clanged around and banged drawers moodily, the actions drawing further smiles from the two weary men. Jack tightened his grip around Ianto’s waist as the young man went to move away, “stay...” he mumbled into his neck, the warmth of his breath sending delicious shivers down the Welshman’s spine.

“I need to make the coffee Jack...” he turned in the embrace and brushed their lips together lightly. “You go to your office and I’ll bring you a fresh mug, it might ...” His words were cut off as Jack captured his mouth in a sweet and tender kiss that grew progressively hotter as tongues swept each other’s mouths and desire reawakened tired bodies. Jack’s free hand settled in the small of Ianto’s back, pressing him closer as Ianto’s tangled in his Captain’s hair and they lost themselves in the moment...just them, right here, right now...

“Oi, go get a room! I haven’t had my breakfast yet!” They sprang apart, panting, as Owen glared at them. “What with giggling females talking bloody crop circles and the boss snogging the tea boy all over the place..!” he stomped off back to autopsy and crashed a few more unfortunate bits of equipment around.

“I believe Owen’s feeling left out...he’s got no-one to play with!” Ianto murmured into Jack’s ear.

“I’ll go snog him too if you like?” Jack offered...”joke!” he said hastily at the frown on Ianto’s face. “Why don’t you go an make our delightful medic a lovely cup of decaf...he’s clearly far too wound up for the real thing...”

Ianto grinned and moved regretfully from the warmth of Jack’s body. He smiled at Gwen and Tosh, still immersed in their discussions over the different patterns currently scattered over Cardiff and the surrounding area.

By the time he’d made the coffee and plated up the Danish pastries that Gwen had brought in, the ladies had settled to work at their own computers. They smiled their thanks as he handed them their drinks and resumed working.

“At last!” was Owen’s attempt at a thank you and Ianto was doubly pleased he’d gone for the decaf. Any more snark from the acerbic medic and he’d be on the instant!

“You’re welcome!” he remarked, smothering the snort of laughter as Owen wrapped his fingers around his Gremlins mug and inhaled deeply, muttering about really needing his caffeine fix. He retreated gracefully up the stairs and headed to Jack’s office where his Captain was attempting to do some paperwork.

Jack pushed the file aside and held out his hand. Placing their mugs on the coasters and dumping the tray on the floor, Ianto allowed himself to be tugged onto the older man’s lap where they rested weary heads together. Ianto felt his eyes closing and snuggled closer into Jack’s warm and comforting body, a tiny smile curving the corners of his mouth as Jack’s fingers threaded gently through his hair.

Both were almost asleep when the rift alarm blared out, dragging them back to harsh reality. Sighing heavily they headed down to Tosh’s workstation. “Strange bits of metal raining from the sky in Bute Park, a jogger’s been hit on the head with one piece, emergency services are en route...looks like something’s broken up in the atmosphere...”

“Okay, containment exercise. We’ll need to assess the spread, Owen get on to Ambulance HQ and tell them we’re nearer, Gwen, liaise with the Police – we might need them to cordon off the park, lots of retcon and hopefully no alien bodies to go with it!”

Grabbing their gear quickly, they hurried off to the SUV. Ianto suppressed a yawn as he pulled the hand held scanner out of the glove box. It was going to be a very long day...

Four hours later, they had about a third of what Jack said was an Arteiren freighter, gathered up from across the park. Fortunately, the rest – and any bodies – had burned up in the atmosphere, the jogger had been treated for a gash on his head, lightly retconned and sent home. The media had the story of a downed weather drone and the team were headed back to the hub.

Ianto dealt with the mangled metal before staggering wearily into the kitchen to make the coffee, industrial strength for everyone, even Owen! He rubbed his hands over his eyes and took a deep breath, willing his aching legs to carry him down the stairs without too many tremors. The gratitude in his colleagues’ eyes more than made up for their lack of words as they hurried to complete the cover-up story, reports and updated their data-bases.

Taking the tray and the last two mugs up to Jack’s office, Ianto yawned widely and rolled his shoulders in an attempt to ease the dull ache that had settled throughout his body. He slumped into the chair and managed a grin at Jack’s pout when his offer of his lap was rejected. “I’d be asleep in two minutes Jack, and we’ve still got work to do...real work!” he amended hastily as a flicker of desire lit in the other man’s eyes.

Jack chuckled quietly and allowed the Welshman to drink his coffee unmolested before hauling him to his feet and steering him gently towards the hole in the floor that led down to his bunker. “You are going to lie’s an order – we’ve been up all night and you need to get some rest...”

At the bottom of the ladder he removed the young man’s jacket and waistcoat, hanging them over the back of the chair, then undid the perfect knot of silk at his throat and the top three buttons. Shoes were slipped from his feet and he was propelled towards the tiny bunk. Ianto looked at him, all resistance had gone and now he just wanted to sleep, “stay a bit, please?”

Jack smiled and removed his boots, sliding onto the bed to wrap Ianto into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss into his hair, “now sleep...” Minutes later the slow breathing and heavy warmth of Ianto’s body against his confirmed the young man was sound asleep, exhausted from their busy night. Jack smiled and closed his eyes. He wouldn’t sleep but it was restful just laying here with his arms full of his beloved Welshman.

Moving carefully to avoid waking the sleeping man, Jack climbed off the bed and gazed down at him. Ianto looked so young and innocent in sleep and a rush of emotion washed over him, an emotion Jack recognised as love... Ianto made him complete, gave him a reason for living and he loved him totally.

He brushed a kiss over the young man’s temple and laced up his boots before returning to his office where he tackled some of the mountain of paper on his desk. After an hour, he’d had enough, grabbed his coat and, after a brief conversation with Tosh, left the hub.

Ianto yawned and stretched, somewhat surprised to find himself still clothed and alone in Jack’s bunk.  After retrieving his waistcoat, jacket and shoes, he climbed up the ladder into Jack’s deserted office. A brief glance at his watch told him he’d been asleep for a little over three hours and he had to admit he felt better for the rest.

Tosh looked up, smiling, from her workstation. “Feeling better?”

“Yep, much thank you. Where is everyone?”

“Gwen and Owen are out on a supply run – coffee and cake, Jack left a couple of hours ago, said he’d see you at home...” her eyes twinkled fondly at her friend at the soft expression that lit up his face at her words.

“ home? He said those exact words?” he blushed, knowing he sounded like an excited teenager after her first kiss!

“Those precise, exact words... I take it things are going well?”

Ianto smiled, his eyes sparkling as he spoke of the man he loved with every fibre of his being “it’s early days, but yeah, seems to be... Well, I’ll be heading home sure you don’t want coffee before I go?”

“Honestly, we’re fine. Yours is the best of course, but they’ll be back any minute...” She stood and hugged him, “get out of here while you can!”

Ianto hugged back and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Thanks Tosh, see you tomorrow.” The roller door clunked behind him and he grinned all the way to the car and all the way home, noting absently that Jack must’ve walked as the SUV was still in its parking bay. He climbed the stairs, aimlessly humming whatever tune had been on the radio without conscious thought and a thrill of excitement shot through him as he turned his key in the lock.

A mix of delicious smells wafted out as he opened the door...Jack had been cooking... His brain shrieked an alert Jack had been cooking – in his their kitchen he told himself quickly...

“Hey sweetheart, did you sleep well?” the sight of Jack coming out of the kitchen in one of Ianto’s Blue Gillespie t-shirts, an apron tied around his waist and a tea towel thrown casually over his shoulder took the Welshman’s breath away and he just gaped, a domestic Jack so different from the dashing hero-coated dynamic leader he was used to.

Jack grinned at him and swept him into his arms, kissing him softly. “I missed you...” he whispered when they parted. He took Ianto’s hand and led him into the kitchen. “Roast lamb in the oven with roast potatoes, parsnips and baby onions, green beans and carrots ready to boil on the hob and for dessert...” he broke off following the Welshman’s stunned gaze. “I’ve been making pastry!” he said proudly, “for a lemon meringue like that don’t you?”

Ianto nodded mutely as he took in the state of the kitchen – saucepans, dishes and mixing bowls were piled up in the sink and the kitchen table was awash with flour, as was the floor and, now he came to look closer, so was Jack adorned with a layer of fine white powder. Warning lights came on in his head as his brain caught up and he looked down at his favourite blue pinstripe, now decorated with floury hand prints.

“Say something?” Jack’s face fell as he took in Ianto’s expression.

“I’ve got flour on my suit!” Ianto frowned and then looked horrified as he realised he’d said it out loud. “Jack...” he reached out hesitantly as Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t mean...” he stuttered, “I just...”

Jack moved closer, his eyes glittering dangerously, before he picked up the surprised Welshman and dumped him bodily on the table, on top of the flour and the pastry trimmings. Ianto yelped, the noise smothered as Jack’s lips crashed onto his and he was consumed in a passionate kiss that drove all conscious thought from his head. Jack’s tongue swept purposefully through Ianto’s mouth, tangling with the young man’s before retreating to map every crevice and contour until he was a moaning mass of delirium in his Captain’s arms, his hands tangling in the older man’s hair as he melted against him.

Jack moved to slide the jacket from Ianto’s shoulders, their mouths still locked together as the kiss deepened further and desire burned in their groins. The jacket fell onto the table as Jack’s hands moved to the buttons on Ianto’s waistcoat, that item joining the jacket briefly before it fell off onto the floor. Ianto was past caring, his focus on the heat of Jack’s mouth, Jack’s tongue and Jack’s hands...

Gradually the rest of Ianto’s clothes followed until the Welshman was leant back naked on the table as Jack made love to him, wildly and passionately, and they toppled over the edge together into blissful oblivion, panting hard as they came down from their orgasmic high... Jack moved carefully from where he’d slumped over Ianto’s spent and trembling body as they became aware of the haze of smoke to the accompaniment of the acrid smell of burning.

“My pastry case!” Jack stumbled to the cooker, the action made more difficult due to the tangled mass of trousers, braces and pants around his ankles, and yanked open the oven door. The kitchen was engulfed in thick black smoke as the singed-beyond-all-recognition pastry case was removed, charred bits of silicon paper floating into the air. Jack’s expression was one of dismay and horror combined as he took in the current state of the usually pristine kitchen, glancing worriedly towards Ianto who was now sat up on the table.

For a moment he looked like he might explode, then, taking in the multitude of emotions on Jack’s face, the totally absurd sight of him with his bare arse on display, clutching the ruined pastry case in oven-gloved hands plus his own ridiculous naked and flour-strewn appearance, his anger melted away and he threw back his head and laughed.

Jack shuffled over to the sink to drop the disaster onto the draining board and opened the window in an attempt to expel the smoke, before making his way back to his still-laughing Welshman, tugging him into his arms to squeeze him tightly.

“I’m sorry about your kitchen...I’ll clear it up I promise!”

Our kitchen...and yes, you will clean it...and you’re taking my suit to the cleaners,” he added, still breathless from laughing. “She didn’t believe me last time so you can face those all-knowing eyes and tell her whatever story you concoct – I think that’s fair and condign punishment for the chaos you’ve inflicted on me and my clothing!” Ianto chuckled, picturing the woman’s pinched expression the last time he’d had dubious stains on his trousers and shook his head, nope, not even Jack would be able to charm his way out of that one, but it’d be fun to see him try!

He hopped off the table and turned the oven off. Dinner could wait a while. Reaching out, he grabbed Jack’s hand and led him towards the bathroom, the older man kicking off his clothes as they went. They slid under the steaming spray, Jack reaching for the shower gel and scrunchie to wash his gorgeous Welshman from top to toe. Thoroughly cleansed, they sank into a tight embrace, bodies pressed close and mouths locked together as the water cascaded down on them and all memory of burnt offerings faded from their minds as they lost themselves in each other.




zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: Into the sunset...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: An alien adventure holiday causes havoc on a film set. Team Torchwood saddle up to help... Words 3800

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise belongs to RTD & BBC, I’m just playing with them...
Written for the [ profile] longliveianto  bingo prompt: Era: Old West

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

Thanks to the wonderful talented [ profile] ianto_love_jack  for the banner and icon *hugs*
A/N Apologies for the lateness - a bout of food poisoning just robbed me of the last 4 days...but feeling better now!


Into the sunset

Saturday mornings were eagerly anticipated in the Harkness-Jones household these days – and not just by the children! Ianto found himself thinking about the story he was going to tell as early as Monday morning as he made the coffee for the team... His mind wandered during team briefings, half an ear on the proceedings enough to ensure he didn’t miss anything, and it was not unheard of for him to be found hidden in the archives scribbling notes in his special Captain Coat and Coffee Man notebook...

Jack had professed to finding the whole situation highly amusing, loving the sparkle in his partner’s eyes and the more adult version of the story telling that he had streamed directly into his head just for him... Highly amusing that was, until a blushing blonde had stopped them this morning and asked Ianto for his autograph...and the Welshman had been so taken aback that he’d signed the library story time flyer she’d held out without hesitation, smiling when she’d gushed at how wonderful his stories were. She’d taken the signature and darted forward, planting a swift kiss on his cheek before giggling her thanks and departing hurriedly.

Jack and Ianto had swapped “what the..?” messages in their heads as Brychan had hopped excitedly on the spot...”told you told you told you..!” he chirped happily, “all the girls fancy Tad...”

 “What?” simultaneous exclamations burst forth. Brychan grinned broadly in a miniature carbon copy of Jack as he squeaked breathlessly at his parents,

“...all the mums think Tad is sexy and they’re all coming to story time today so they can see him...” he drew in a huge breath before continuing dramatically, “even Miss Martin is coming!”

Bloody hell! You really are the hot favourite..! Jack teased Ianto, knowing the Welshman was always slightly intimidated by their son’s Headteacher good job she won’t be getting the X-rated version...I figure you’d be in detention for at least a month!

Don’t joke, cariad...what am I going to do...what if she...I mean...she might... he sighed heavily, biting nervously on his bottom lip.

“Don’t worry Tad, I told her that Dad would be there too and he’d sort her out if she upset you!”

That’s it, I’m done for! Ianto streamed despondently into his Captain’s head not only is she coming to hear our life’s adventures, your son has effectively told her to behave herself or else he’ll set you on her! He furrowed his brows, are there any other schools we can send Bry to when he’s kicked out for insubordination?

Jack laughed and ruffled Bry’s hair fondly, “Nice one champ! I’m sure I won’t need to ‘sort her out’ but it was a good thought to protect your Tad...” he leant down to whisper conspiratorially in his ear, “it’s our secret that Tad is scared of her, okay?”

Bry grinned and winked, nodding, before resuming the pushing of his sister along the pavement as they approached the library.

Jack straightened and reached for Ianto’s hand, drawing him into a gentle hug. You’ll be fine...she’ll love the story...and you... He chuckled as his partner groaned, maybe she’ll become a groupie and want your autograph like that cute blonde back there...

Jack, that’s so not funny...I don’t think I can... His thoughts stuttered as Jack pressed their lips together in a sweet and tender kiss as he stroked his fingers through the younger man’s hair, love and encouragement washing over him as Ianto sank into the embrace.

They broke apart, minds swirling contentedly thank you cariad... Ianto sent a soft smile.

All part of the service...

Love you...

You get your gorgeous arse through those doors – your audience awaits..!

They hurried after Brychan who was waiting impatiently by the door, his best friend Euan beside him gazing at Jack in undisguised hero worship. Bry grinned and nudged him, “Don’t stare too much, it’s supposed to be a secret...”

“But it’s Captain Coat..!” Euan breathed, gasping when Jack patted him on the shoulder and winked as he bent down to release Ammeline from her pushchair, scooping his sleeping daughter gently against his chest where she snuggled into him without waking.

“Can I go in now dad?”

“Yeah, after you’ve handed me Amme’s bag...” Jack bent his knees so Bry could slip the strap over his shoulder. “Thanks, now let’s go listen to the superhero story for today...”

“Thanks dad, come on Euan...” as he dragged his still awestruck friend away and they vanished into the library.

Beware one hyper son on the way in..!

Yeah, just seen won’t believe this Jack...about fifty kids and almost as many parents...

Lots of mums..?

Uh ha...lots of sign of Miss Martin though...

There was a pause...Jack?

“So good to see you Miss Martin...yes, she’s just turned two...” Jack streamed the conversation to Ianto’s head, grinning at the heartfelt groan that greeted it... They made their way into the library and through the arch to the children’s section. Karen, the librarian was waiting to guide the Headteacher to a chair at the side so Jack took the opportunity to move to the other side where he settled himself carefully on the floor with Ammeline curled up in his lap. He gazed adoringly at their sleeping daughter, sharing the picture with her Tad...she looks so like you Yan...she’s beautiful...

She is...and got her dad wrapped around her little finger..! I’m gonna start now so the noise might wake her...

I’ll cover her ears...have Coffee Man..!

My hero Captain Coat!

“Good morning children, mums and dads...are we ready for another adventure with Captain Coat and Coffee Man?”

The cheers and applause was tremendous, falling to expectant silence as Ianto leant slightly forward and began...

“ you need to take...” Tosh leant over the railing into autopsy where the Captain was going over Ianto’s latest chronon readings with Owen, “It’s Jonathon Penn...”

“Be right up Tosh, Owen that’s great news...”

“He still hasn’t tested it properly yet...”

“You are not shooting him just so he can prove he’s immortal!”

Owen shrugged “then he’s still on a provisional licence as far as my prognosis is concerned, but yeah, chronon levels are stable and match yours exactly...”

Jack grinned and clapped the medic on the back. “Thanks Owen, now to see what Jonathon wants...” He took the stairs two at a time and bounded over to Tosh to take the phone from her. “Jonathon, you got another charity fundraiser for us? It’s not Ianto’s birthday ‘till August...” His grin faded and he frowned, “okay, we’ll be over as soon as Gwen and Ianto get back...” He hung up and turned back to Tosh. “See what you can pull up on that old film set out towards the river...any history of rift activity, rumours, old wives’ tales...ghosts...that sort of thing...”


“There’s an independent film being shot there at the moment - apparently the set’s haunted and it’s playing havoc with the schedule...”

“I’ll see what I can find...”

“Thanks, Tosh...Ianto?” he touched his comm.  unit. “You all done with those weevils?” He chuckled at Ianto’s wry reply, “haha, okay, pick me up on the Plass, you and I are going to check out some ghosties...”

Ten minutes later Gwen hopped out of the passenger seat and Jack slid in. His eyes narrowed at the familiar paper bags from their favourite bakers clutched in her hand and she laughed. “Don’t worry, yours is in the glove box and there’s another one for when you get back – Ianto knows your habits all too well..!” She raised an eyebrow suggestively and giggled as the Welshman blushed. “Have fun..!” Moments later she was on her way down on the invisible lift and the SUV was vanishing from sight.

Jack delved into the glove box and sank his teeth happily into the large slab of chocolate brownie, scattering crumbs everywhere, much to Ianto’s displeasure. “mmnn...what?” he mumbled through his mouthful, earning himself another frown from the driver’s seat. “S’nice...” the frown deepened as he crammed the last of the cake into his mouth and shook the crumbs off his coat and onto the floor before settling back in his seat.

“Tosh...what you got for us?” as the pretty tech genius sounded in his ear.

“It’s not been used for some twenty five years – seems there’s not much call for an old-fashioned film lot these days, but going back over the records there’s been reports of gunfire and strange noises for years...Police always put it down to kids...there’s a roving patrol that passes it, but no on-site security or anything and it’s pretty much forgotten.

We’ve never noticed it on our systems so whatever it is hasn’t come through the rift...but those monitors I gave you should be able to pick up anything unusual once they’re in place...”

“Thanks Tosh, we’re almost there now.” He turned to Ianto, “okay, now what’ve I done? You’ve gone all grumpy on me!” he slid his hand onto the other man’s knee and squeezed gently, “I don’t like upsetting my favourite Welshman...should I’ve saved you a bit of brownie...I would’ve but it was just so chocolaty and chewy and...”

Ianto rolled his eyes “you’re drooling Jack! And since you’re asking, you can clean up all those crumbs when we get back...” his face broke into a grin at the expression on his Captain’s face, “...and it’ll be me stood close behind you in the garage as you’re bent over sweeping... Role reversal..!” think about it before you start pouting!

Jack’s face lit up as he translated the telling off into the promise of a pleasurable encounter to come... yes, Ianto...sir! “Now let’s go see what Jonathon has to say...” he said aloud as they pulled up into the car park that was crammed with film vehicles of all sizes.

Jonathon was waiting for them and led them over to the director, a beefy looking man wearing rather unflattering too tight trousers and a check shirt whose buttons struggled to contain his beer belly. He had that ‘running time against the world’ weary look of defeat in his eyes as he shook hands and gazed hopefully at them.

“Jon says you’re experts at dealing with this kind of stuff...I really hope you can sort it out because all my extras quit this morning when we tried to do a scene in the Saloon and a squid thing suddenly appeared and started playing the piano and that’s just the latest...”

Jack interrupted what appeared to be the start of a long drawn out list of everything that had plagued this production “did you manage to capture any of these strange events on film?”

“Not until’s here...” he indicated the monitor and they watched the scene replay exactly as he’d described it, the screen going dark after the panicked exit of the actors was followed by that of the cameraman!”

Jack grinned.

You can’t be serious!

Why not, I’ve always wanted to see you in hot pants, leather chaps and a cowboy hat!

Very Rhinestone Cowboy!

Oh yeah!

You’re drooling again!

Well I’m liking the picture I’m seeing...


No, NO? Or no, you’ll think about it?

You’re incorrigible!

You’re irresistible!

Okay, Jack, but before you get too excited, I don’t think they wore hot pants in the Old West!  

The pout appeared and seemed to confuse both Jonathon and the director who’d not been privy to any of the rapid thought swapping.

Ianto grinned and this just perplexed them even more! “I think we can sort a couple of problems out for you here, “he said calmly, ignoring the whoops of excitement from Jack going off in his head like fire crackers you’re such a kid!

C’mon, don’t tell me you never wanted to play cowboys and Indians on a proper Old West film set? I was in the right time but never the right place...yeehaw!

Jack! Unless you want me to hog-tie you I suggest you pay attention!

Oh promises promises...

The frown and an image of a large pot of decaf had the desired effect and Jack grinned happily at the two bemused men. “What Ianto’s saying is we’ll be your extras on this shoot and see if we can solve the mystery of your strange goings-on at the same time...”

The director looked like he was about to throw himself on them in gratitude so they stood hurriedly. “We’ve got a couple of monitoring devices to put in place and then we’ll be back with some more equipment and the rest of the team.

“We’ve got a scene to film at either of you ride?”

Jack, behave!

“Yes, we both do...”

I said, behave!


“If you can be back here for rehearsals in two hours and then we’ll film into the early evening...” the director was beaming now, seeing an end to his cast and budget problems.

Jonathon saw them back to the SUV. “Thank you for doing this, I’m advising and producing on this and you were the only people I could think of who wouldn’t think I was mad!”

“We’ll be back in a couple of hours...wait ‘till we tell Owen!” The three men laughed at the thought of the acerbic medic’s face...

Thirty minutes later they were in the boardroom, steaming mugs of Ianto’s coffee and plates of cakes beside them as they watched the film they’d brought back from the set.

“So, I told them we’d be their extras and...”

Owen spluttered into his coffee and his expression was pretty much exactly as they’d predicted. “You said what? I’m a doctor not a bloody cowboy! I’m not prancing about in leather chaps and...”

“Actually Owen, they want you to be the Sherriff...I think you get to sling us in jail...” Ianto cut across the incredulous and rising tones, seeing the indignation morphing into a grin at the thought of playing the lawman...

“ might be a laugh..!” he said grudgingly, attempting to hide the excitement that was charging adrenaline through his bloodstream and fooling nobody!

“Ladies? Do you fancy being in on this? Tosh will be waiting to greet Ianto from our long trek and Gwen, you’ll be in the Saloon, waiting for me...” Oh...Yan, is that okay...I never thought...

It’s a film Jack, and the green eyes are long since dealt with...

Oh yeah...what about last Christmas when she got me with the mistletoe..?

That was different..!


“Oi, stop chattering in your heads and talk out loud like the rest of us mere mortals!” Owen was back to his snarky best, “what about these ‘ghosts’ on set?”

Tosh took the remote and clicked to an image from the film. She zoomed in on one of the squid’s arms to focus on a thin band with unintelligible writing on. “That’s ‘Zarnott’s Adventure Holidays’ – it’s actually a really clever idea – an old disused film set is the ideal playground for visiting aliens who don’t want to interact with the locals, but do want to play here on earth...

Ianto and I found several recorded visits over the past seventy years in the archives... All we need to do is try and talk to one of the visitors, get them to contact the holiday rep and delay their trip until the film’s finished...then business as usual...everyone’s happy! And they didn’t show up on our systems because they’re beaming down from cloaked ships up in orbit...”

They talked animatedly about the coming evening, Gwen even managing to talk Rhys into playing the Saloon bartender...”It’ll be fun sweetheart...” she grinned over the phone...

Ninety minutes later they pulled up in the car park, Owen parking behind the SUV, before they all shook hands with the beaming director. They were taken through to wardrobe and sorted out with costumes, before going into rehearsals.

Jack looked at Ianto as he stood there in heavy cotton trousers that hugged his hips, leather chaps, a red check shirt and a red neckerchief under a wind battered worn brown leather waistcoat, a brown leather gun belt and holster with a Colt .45 Peacemaker and a beige cowboy hat that completed his ensemble... Wow, Yan you look h-o-t! Remind me to take this home with us later...

You don’t look half bad yourself... Jack’s outfit had a heavy blue cotton shirt, yellow neck tie and long blue overcoat, his cowboy hat was black and he had a Winchester rifle slung casually over his shoulder as a companion to his own Colt .45 Peacemaker slung low on his hip.

They grinned at each other and then at Owen who looked transformed in black, a shiny Sherriff’s badge pinned to his chest and a gleaming pair of spurs on his Black leather boots. He looked up from his script, “I’m going to enjoy this...”

He stuck his chest out as Tosh wandered over, her floor-length dress the classic period piece and perfect for the sweetheart waiting for her beau...

Owen’s loving the attention from Tosh...

There’s a wedding waiting to happen..! They’ve been together a while now...

Don’t you meddle Jack...

They turned to see Gwen and Rhys walking towards them, Rhys was decked out as a typical bartender with an apron tied around his waist and Gwen looked amazing as a Saloon girl with a low cut tight fitting dress and high leather boots. They grinned at the others.  

Jack strode over to talk to the director to explain what might happen with their visitors and then they got stuck into rehearsals, Jack and Ianto riding into town from the first signs of what was going to be a beautiful sunset...

They were on the second real take when the squid appeared at the piano and a second appeared on a barstool. Ianto had just ordered a shot ‘shaken not stirred..!”Rhys nearly dropped the bottle he was pouring from and filled the glass several times over as he gazed at the new arrival. Ianto grinned and grabbed the neck of the bottle, taking it from the bartender’s trembling hands, “that’s quite shaken enough, thank you!”

Rhys snorted, his eyes still fixed on the squid, his mouth dropping open when a long slim tentacle beckoned him over and pointed at the bottle on the bar.

Jack grinned and removed the hand he had creeping up the inside of Ianto’s thigh. He moved over to the squid and nodded, indicating to Rhys for a second glass. When the drinks – cold tea – were poured, Jack picked them up and offered one to the alien who took it with a bubbling noise.

Ianto reappeared with Tosh and a universal translator, Jack explaining to the Skerrit what was happening. The two Skerrits had a hasty bubbled conversation over by the piano before a shimmer of light announced the arrival of a third alien who introduced himself as Zarnott. Jack explained the film set was now being used and that visitors were spooking the locals. In an amiable discussion, Zarnott agreed to suspend the holidays until the site had been unoccupied for one earth month and then vanished with his customers.

The bar was suddenly filled with the sound of clapping and cheering from the film crew and the director ran in and flung himself on Jack who clapped him briefly on the back and wriggled out of his grasp.

“Take it from the top of the scene...” the director ordered and they moved to their places... It was with a huge sense of satisfaction that they heard the final “cut, print it!” to wrap for the night.

Their starring roles completed, Tosh, Owen, Gwen and Rhys made plans to go to the pub for a bite to eat and a few drinks. Jack had a quiet word with the director before shaking hands with a relieved Jonathon. One by one the film vehicles took their leave until it was just the SUV remaining.

Ianto came out of the Saloon where he’d retrieved the tiny monitoring devices they’d put in place earlier. Where’s everyone gone?

It’s just us...I thought we could ride off into the sunset...

Like the films..?

Yeah...wild west and all that..!

You’re daft!

Yeah, but you love me...

Got me on that one! Saddle up then?

Yeah...stables are not far and then we just need to bed the horses down for the night...


Lots of straw and hay..!

They mounted their horses for the final time and headed down the main street of the film set...riding into the sunset...

Ianto sat up and glanced around his audience, smiling, “and that’s how Captain Coat and Coffee Man, and their team, became cowboys on a Wild West film set so they could solve the mystery of the strange ghosts... Thank you for listening and I hope you’ve enjoyed the story...”

He blushed at the outbreak of clapping and cheering, the pink deepening on his cheeks as Jack streamed their own final’ bedding down’ in the stables amongst the straw and hay into his head, with no-one but the horses to hear their cries as they toppled over the edge into ecstasy...

Karen thanked everyone for coming and announced the winner of the picture from last week’s story, presenting a delighted five year old with her book voucher. “There will be another competition this week, so bring your pictures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man and the Old West in with you...and we’ll see Mr Harkness-Jones again next Saturday...”

They made their way outside to be intercepted by Miss Martin. Brychan gripped Ianto’s hand supportively. “A fine tale young man and I must commend you for encouraging our youngsters to read and visit the library. I look forward to hearing more of their adventures.” She looked down at Bry, “...and thank you, Brychan, for telling me about your Tad’s story time...” Nodding and smiling she walked away, leaving a relieved Ianto behind her.

Jack looked at Bry, “she said you told her..?”

“In show and tell time...” Brychan grinned, “I didn’t tell her that the stories were all about you and Tad...she’d never believe that!”

Ruffling his son’s hair, Jack reached for Ianto’s hand and the family headed for home...



The Adventures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man will continue in the next prompt.
zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: Sit down, shut up and hang on!
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2, AU
Summary: A visiting spaceship causes the team a few minor problems... Words 4950

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise belongs to RTD & BBC, I’m just playing with them...
Written for the longliveianto bingo prompt: Piloting a spaceship

X-posted Longliveianto, Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper, jantosparkle, ijs[apologies to those getting this multiple times]
A huge thank you to the talented [ profile] ianto_love_jack for the wonderful banner and icon *hugs*


Sit down, shut up and hang on!

Ianto shifted Ammeline onto his hip and reached down to pick up her Dagga, the now rather battered Welsh Dragon soft toy she’d had since she was a baby, a gift from Tosh and Owen. He placed it in his daughter’s outstretched hand and she beamed happily at him, her startling blue eyes, so like his own, lighting up as she hugged the beloved plushie.

Breakfast’s coming down? Jack’s thoughts caressed his mind softly.

Yep, on our way...

Jack was dishing up the family’s favourite Saturday breakfast of pancakes as they joined him and Brychan, who was busily setting the table. Setting the pan back on the cooker, Jack leant in to press a light kiss on the end of his daughter’s cute button nose. She giggled and batted him away with her Dagga as he moved to capture his Welshman’s soft and sensual lips in a tender kiss that was never supposed to develop...but he just couldn’t kiss him without it building into a full blown tongue twirling event...

Ammerline watched fascinated, her blonde head tilted as she surveyed them from her ringside seat in Ianto’s arms. Brychan looked up from the table, making retching noises as he placed the final fork in place. “Oi, Dad, put Tad down...breakfast is getting cold!” sounding eerily like a certain acerbic medic...

Chuckling, Jack released a breathless and flushed Ianto, who turned to roll his eyes at their son, “you, young man are spending way too much time with Uncle Owen! You’re even starting to talk just like him!”

Brychan grinned and reached across for the maple syrup to go on his pancakes. Ianto’s heart melted as the six year old miniature version of Jack shook his unruly hair out of his eyes...each of their children were precious gifts and he adored them completely.

He set Ammerline down in her high chair and cut a pancake into pieces, adding strawberries and raspberries to her plate before putting it down in front of her with a beaker of juice. “Ta...tadda...” she smiled at him and began eating contentedly, her little fingers chasing the fruit pieces around the rim with a series of giggles.

With both children now focused on their breakfast, Ianto moved to the coffee machine to make himself and Jack a much needed caffeine infusion. Jack grabbed a pancake from the big plate and tore it in two, cramming one half in his mouth and feeding the other to Ianto a piece at a time. The Welshman grinned and opened his mouth obediently for each mouthful, finally sucking the older man’s fingers clean when they were presented after three pancakes had been shared in a similar fashion.

“Dad, that’s disgusting..!” Brychan frowned at them in an Owen-like manner as Jack stuck his tongue out at his son.

Laughing, Ianto smacked Jack lightly on the arm. “Don’t encourage him, he already sounds like a carbon copy of his’ll be like living with Owen on a permanent basis..!”


“Yes Bry...”

“Are we going to the library for story time again today?”

“Yep...that okay?”

“Yeah...” there was a pause before “...T-a-d..?

Ianto winced at the contemplative tone and braced himself for one of those impossible questions that only children can ask...and no-one can ever answer to their satisfaction. The last time this tone had surfaced he’d had the Devil’s own job trying to explain the how’s and why’s of human biology when Bry’s teacher had refused to believe him that Jack was pregnant, because “Dad’s a man and Miss Ellis says that men can’t have babies because they don’t have the right bits...but Dad is pregnant...I told her to came and see if she didn’t believe me...”

Jack, of course, heavily pregnant with their daughter had mumbled about feeling tired and sloped away to lie down, leaving Ianto to try and explain the impossible...and he still wasn’t sure he’d come out on the winning side! Inwardly groaning, he smiled, “...yes Bry..?”

“Is Dad Captain Coat? Y’ the stories?”

Jack preened and pushed his chest out as Ianto stifled a chuckle, keeping his face equally as serious as the six year old’s “Yes, Dad is Captain Coat...”

“So does that mean that you’re Coffee Man? Is that why you and Dad drink coffee all the time? Does it give you magic powers?” Brychan leant forward, his blue grey eyes wide, chin jutting like Jack, Ianto mused fondly...

“Yes, that makes me Coffee Man...and...”

“Oh cool! My Dad and Tad are superheroes..! Can we go now? I’ve finished breakfast...”

Jack laughed at their son’s enthusiasm. “Go clean your teeth and find the books you need to take back...we’ll get Ammeline ready...”

“’K...thanks Dad...” he jumped off his chair and ran to the door, stopping as he opened it to look back, “...will you show me your magic powers later..?”

“Maybe...if you’re good...”

Ianto drained the last of his coffee and began gathering the plates as Jack lifted Ammeline out of her high chair after cleaning her face and fingers with a baby wipe. She snuggled against him, curling her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

A pounding of footsteps thudding down the stairs announced the return of Brychan as Ianto dropped the last of the cutlery into the dishwasher, added the cleaning tab and closed the door. Pressing the start button he glanced over to where Jack was encouraging Ammeline into her coat, Dagga clutched firmly in her fingers.

Jack felt his gaze and looked up, smiling softly. Love you he sent, the thought filling Ianto with a delicious warmth that started in his toes and swept through him. He caressed the feeling and sent it back.  Jack...what magic powers are you going to show Bry? You know he won’t memory and your penchant for science...he won’t be easily impressed...

Well, how about I show him that I can get his Tad hard just by looking at him..!

Ianto spluttered and opened his mouth to protest aloud, the images of their rather enjoyable shower that morning flooding his brain, sending his blood supply south in a surge of heat...


You’re incorrigible..!

You’re irresistible...and so cute when you blush..!

Brychan burst noisily back into the room. “Can we go now? I want to tell Euan about your super powers... ”

Don’t you dare, Jack! Ianto sent fiercely as Jack opened his mouth before closing it again without speaking and twinkled lovingly at his partner as the family made their way outside. Ammeline was strapped into her pushchair with Bry pushing her proudly as they headed towards the library. Jack reached for Ianto’s hand and they strolled behind their children, enjoying the early morning sunshine, the reassuring warmth of hand in hand and the gentle swirling of entwined thoughts...

Arriving at the library, Brychan abandoned his sister and rushed off to find his best friend, leaving Jack to see to Ammeline and stow the buggy under the stairs alongside a surprising number of others. Ianto slipped an arm around Jack’s waist and tugged him close to brush their lips together lightly I’ll go set up...see you inside when you’ve got your hero cape out! His lips curved into a smile as Jack’s hand slid behind the back of his neck to prolong the kiss and he leant into the touch briefly before pulling back, straightening his already perfect tie as he headed towards the children’s section through the arch at the back of the main building.

The librarian, Karen, greeted him warmly. “Your audience is much bigger this week, “ she smiled at him, “so we’ve had to move things around a bit...” as she led him to the story corner. Ianto gaped – there were at least thirty children already sat down on the floor, some on the giant cushions and on the bean bags and numerous parents...

Jack..! Captain Coat’s got a fan club!

You mean Captain Coat and Coffee Man...we’ll be there in a moment – just getting Ammie’s crayons...

 Ianto made his way to his chair amid a smattering of applause and a distinct increase in the volume of chattering and settled himself. He grinned at Brychan who was excitedly talking to Euan with much hand waving and head bobbing. Euan’s eyes widened and he gazed at Ianto in awe. Ianto winked and began.

“Good morning everyone. Are we ready to hear some more adventures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man..?” The deafening cheer made him chuckle, meeting Jack’s eyes as he sat down on the floor at the back with their daughter on his lap...

“Then I’ll begin...” The crowd fell silent and leant forward to listen...

The rift siren blared as the team sat around the conference table listening to Owen’s explanation of the respiratory system of the Vuxx that they’d found dead on the shoreline in Penarth the previous day. It was a relief to all when the alarm sounded as they were all in danger of falling asleep – Owen always got a bit carried away when they discovered a new species...

Tosh pulled her hand held scanner towards her and tapped the controls “It’s big, whatever it is...looks to be at the end of Cathedral Road...”

Jack stood up, “Tosh, you coordinate from here, the rest of you with me...”

Ianto was already waiting by the door with Jack’s coat, smoothing it over his shoulders in that familiar and intimate way. They piled into the SUV as Gwen’s phone rang...

“Andy? Yeah, we’re on our way there now...yes, it sounds like one of our ‘spooky do’s’ We’ll be there soon...” She hung up. “Strange reports of RTCs coming in...road traffic collisions...” she explained to Owen’s questioning look. “Seems cars are crashing into something in the road but no-one can see what it is...”

They hung on as Jack put his foot down.

When they arrived, there were seven cars in various states of crumpled, two ambulances and two police cars. Members of the public wandered around somewhat dazed and Andy greeted the team with obvious relief. “There’s something right across the road...blocking it...”

Jack took control. “Gwen, help Andy...get everyone might want to give everyone a drink...” he nodded imperceptibly, “Owen, see if you can help the paramedics, Ianto with me...let’s see what we’re dealing with...”

His team set to work as Ianto followed him towards what seemed to be a perfectly clear road... “Tosh...what you got for me?” as the pretty tech genius sounded in his ear.

“It’s a ship, cloaked obviously, the system doesn’t recognise the signature so it’s a new one on us for now – maybe something in the archives...?” she paused, “Where exactly are you?”

“Cathedral Road, just before the junction with Coweridge Road East...”

“That hedge running alongside the road...quite high, about eight feet..? There’s a field behind it...two life signs...unknown energy patterns...”

Ianto pressed his comm. unit “thanks Tosh, on it...” He strode briskly towards the hedge and crouched down to peer through into the field. “ need to see this...”

Jack joined him and they gazed at the two squat, almost triangular shaped, orange tinged aliens as they staggered around the field, pausing to scoop something from the grass and shove it into cavernous mouths. As they watched, one of the aliens quivered and fell over, flailing briefly before becoming still. The other made a rumbling sound and continued on its unsteady exploration of the field.

“Shit!” Jack and Ianto cursed simultaneously in their heads, a momentary flash of humour at their synchronised thoughts, before Ianto began to push carefully through the hedge, mindful of his much loved charcoal grey suit and maroon shirt ensemble...

Jack pressed his comm. unit. Gwen, Owen...we got two aliens on the loose in the field behind the hedge. Gwen, I need you to retcon everyone here ASAP...I don’t care how you do it, but we need them asleep now... Owen, I need you down here with us – one of them has collapsed and the other doesn’t look too idea what they are yet...”

Without waiting for a response, Jack began to follow Ianto’s path through the hedge, grinning at the enjoyable sight of the Welshman’s perfect wool-clad rear moving enticingly in front of him. He flashed the image and several suggestions for ‘hidden behind the hedgerow’ activities into the young man’s head, chuckling at the conflicting responses of Ianto’s head and his body parts!

Finally through to the other side they watched as the second alien gave a final wobble and fell to the ground. Muttered curses from behind them announced the arrival of the acerbic medic who scrambled up from his knees pulling twigs from his hair before gazing at the prone aliens.

“Okay, they dead or what?” he snarked, looking from Jack to Ianto.

“No idea..! We haven’t gone any closer yet – that one there...” Ianto pointed to the body farthest from them, “has only just gone down...”

Striding out, his Webley drawn and his coat billowing out behind him, Jack led the way,  “...okay, kids, let’s go see what we got...”

They slowed as they got closer, Jack waving Ianto round to approach it from the other side, stun gun poised. Owen jumped as the alien suddenly turned its head – it didn’t appear to have a neck and close up it really did look like a triangle on stumpy little legs – and made a deep gurgling sound, its double-lidded eyes blinking blearily at them before it slumped to one side, apparently unconscious.

He ran the scanner over it and stared at the readings, holding them out to Jack for double checking. “They’re drunk?”

“Yup..!” Owen indicated the dandelions still clutched in the creature’s three-fingered hand, “...and these would appear to be the culprits... Tosh?” he hit his comm. unit, “sending you the readings now...”

“Got them...yes, their internal physiology seems to be very similar to ours so I’m guessing where they come from must have a much denser gravitational field which would account for their appearance... Their blood alcohol readings are off the scale – they’re going to have some wonderful hangovers after this...”



“I think there’s something in the archives about a species encountered by TW1 who were caught digging up entire fields back in the seventies...I remember reading about the speculation over what it was they were after as it was just an ordinary field of grass with nothing but dandelions and weeds... As far as I can recall they never found out as they just blew the ship out of the was their way back then...”

Jack scowled, the reminder of how ruthless and short-sighted TW1 was, grating against the very core of his being...

Owen was now on his knees, feeling for a pulse, or the equivalent of one, on the alien’s arm. He looked round at Jack. “I think they’ve overdone it – I’m seeing clear signs of alcohol poisoning here...we need to get them back onto their ship...”

“Jack...” Gwen’s voice came over the comm. “everyone’s asleep here, apart from Andy who’s just moving a couple of the cars so it looks like they were ‘head-on’s’...”

“Okay, thanks Gwen...”

Wouldn’t it be simpler to move their ship into this field..? Ianto streamed into his Captain’s head, the ship’s cloaked, the hedge is high enough to shield us from the road...

Good call... “Gwen, have Andy go stand by the Road Closed sign to turn back any other traffic, you get yourself over here with Owen and Ianto and I’ll try and move the ship... Tosh, any signs of screening or defences on that ship..?”

“Nothing I can see, Jack...I’m going to have a look down in the archives for that file now...”

“Gwen...” Ianto touched his comm. “In the back of the SUV is a small axe...can you bring it with you and I’ll meet you at the gap we made earlier – wait ‘till I come to you or this ruddy hedge’ll ruin your leather jacket...

This hedge is going to get a haircut so we can at least get through it without it ripping our clothes off...

Nah, that’s my job..!

Ianto rolled his eyes and headed for the tiny gap in the hedge where he carefully made his way through to the other side. His eyes lit up at the sight of the axe and he proceeded to hack at the offending branches until there was a narrow, but clear, path through the dense foliage and brambles. Wiping the sweat off his brow with his handkerchief, he grinned at his colleagues... “There, all done!”

You enjoyed that..?

Oh yeah! Very satisfying...

Don’t forget I’m going to get you all sweaty later when the kids have gone to bed...gotta keep my superhero powers well oiled...

Ianto turned a snort of laughter into a cough as Gwen looked inquiringly at him “Pollen!” he said as he turned away to hide the grin that spread over his face.

Jack smirked in his head and followed him to the marker they’d left to indicate the position of the cloaked ship. Jack felt his way carefully along the contours of the ship until his hand vanished into nothingness... Looks like we found the door...ready?

On your coat-tails..!

Jack’s answering grin was lost as he stepped through into the force-field, reaching out to take his Welshman by the hand as they were swallowed up and vanished from sight. The saucer shape spaceship was exactly the design of every childhood comic and Hollywood B movie, the obligatory ramp up to the open doorway completing the picture.

Ianto scanned the area, no other life signs...looks like it’s a crew of two...

“Jack, you need to hurry, they’re getting worse...” Owen’s urgent message stirred them from their light-hearted mood and they hurried up the gangplank into the craft, looking around them with interest. It was a simple design with what looked like a control panel with two seats on one side and two bunks on the other. A purple cross symbol, the universal symbol for ‘hospital’ on the locker at the side, marked another bunk as a med-bed.

“Owen..? Looks like there’s a medical bay on board...”

“Good! Bloody hurry up and get that thing shifted over here...out!” Owen was brusque and impatient...not a good sign for the condition of their patients.

Okay, let’s fly this thing...


Jack surveyed the controls, running his hands over several levers and dials that looked promising...nothing...

Ianto watched as his Captain got progressively more irritated with his own lack of progress.

Yan, can you see anything that looks like it might make this heap of junk leave the ground...or turn on...or do something other that sit here doing sod all...

“Any time yesterday..!” Owen rasped acerbically in their ears...

“There aren’t any obvious controls...” Ianto kept his voice low and controlled, knowing that the two men were liable to explode with frustration any moment and he’d be in the firing line from both sides, “it might be a while until we figure it out. Can you and Gwen get them through the gap in the hedge and into the least you could use the med-bed while we work on moving this thing... It’s not ideal but...” his voice trailed away, leaving the other man to work out it was that or nothing for the time being!

“On our way...keep working at it...” Owen shut off his comm. unit and Ianto heaved a sigh of relief that the immediate danger of exploding medic had been avoided...for now! He turned back to survey the panel of unintelligible dials and switches, watching what Jack was doing before he began to mirror his movements on the other side of the panel.

Owen and Gwen were just heaving the first alien up the ramp when the craft gave an almighty shudder and pulsated into life, the jolt sending Owen stumbling into the doorway to smack his head hard against the bulkhead. Uttering a stream of words that turned the air blue, the dazed doctor glared in the general direction of the pseudo-pilots and moved back to help Gwen with the surprisingly heavy unconscious body of the alien and they heaved it painstakingly up onto the medical bunk where Owen immediately began rummaging in the locker for supplies.

Back at the control panel, Jack and Ianto were trying to work out what they’d done so they could repeat it. They ran their hands back over the array of dials and were rewarded with another violent shudder and this time the craft tilted up on Jack’s side, the sudden lurch sending both Ianto and Owen crashing to the floor to bang their heads against whatever hard surface was nearest.

“For fuck’s sake Jack, I thought you could pilot a spaceship..!” Owen rubbed numerous aching and damaged parts of his body. “We’re going to get the other one now, try not to kill this one while we’re gone!” He looked at Gwen who’d had a face full of alien belly when the ship had tilted, “ okay?”

Too breathless to speak, Gwen just nodded and followed the grumpy medic back down the ramp to retrieve the other owner of the craft. okay?

Bit shaken, but yeah I’m okay... What did we do?

No idea...let’s do it again and see if we can get it off the ground!

Ianto grinned Go for it!

They ran their hands over the panel once more and the craft pulsed into life with less violence than before. Ianto spread his fingers and the ship tilted again, this time lifting up on his side before crashing heavily to the ground again, shaking them roughly although they kept their feet.

A flash of something flew across the Welshman’s consciousness, remaining frustratingly out of reach as he groped in the darkest recesses of his mind to no avail.

What’s up?

There’s something about was there...just for a second and now it’s gone... He screwed his face up in concentration in his efforts to find whatever it was before shaking his head regretfully, no, it’s gone...

They turned their attention back to the panel as Gwen and Owen staggered back into the craft with the second body and dumped him onto one of the sleeping bunks. “You two brain boxes figured out how to fly this thing yet? ‘Course you have, that’s why it’s still stuck on the ground!” Owen was at his sarcastic best with aches and pains all over his body...

Ianto’s face lit up with a beaming smile, rushing over to Owen to plant a wet kiss on his lips, surprising everyone else who looked at him like he’d gone mad and leaving a speechless Owen spluttering!

Ianto? Jack was confused and a teeny bit jealous – if there was something to celebrate it should he him on the receiving end of Ianto’s kisses...

Owen’s brilliant! He said ‘you two’ and that’s it – these aliens are D’eux – synchronous beings who do everything in pairs at the exact same time...remember in Golden Eye the keys had to be turned at exactly the same time to arm the weapon...that’s how we fly this thing...

Jack suddenly caught on –there was something to be said for having a partner who adored James Bond so he’d watched them all umpteen times and could actually understand the reference! “We have to do it together!” he said aloud, startling both Gwen and Owen, the latter scowling.

“We’ve got more things to worry about than who tea boy here kisses! Like getting this bucket off the ground and out of the road!”

“Owen, sit down, shut up and hold on! We know how to fly this thing...we have to synchronise our movements over the controls...” Ianto barked at the stunned man.

Nicely done! Ready..?

As I’ll ever be...together...three, two,!

The spaceship shuddered and lifted slowly off the ground, the doorway vanishing as it began to move. Their thoughts linked, Jack and Ianto mirrored each other’s movements on the control panel. It wasn’t the smoothest of flights, but it was enough to get them over the hedge and into the field where they landed again with a bump, the door reappearing when they took their hands off the controls.

“Nice job boys...” Gwen was impressed.

“Not bad!” Owen conceded, still chaffing over Ianto’s kiss and his painful collisions with various parts of the ship. “Now we have to figure out how to stop these D’eux from dying of alcohol poisoning on us...

Jack grinned at Ianto as the same thought hit them both and they moved away from the pilots’ stations, linking hands and heading for the door. “We’ll be right back...”

Owen was talking to Tosh as they vanished down the ramp and they grinned at each other, hearing his voice rising as he attempted to get across his message that they’d all gone barmy.

I suppose we could’ve told him...

Yeah, but much more fun not to! You know I was jealous when you kissed him...

Um, yep, sorry, it was a spur of the moment thing...I was just so pleased to work it out!

Just you wait ‘till later...I’ll show you synchronised movements like you’ve never had before..!

Jack squeezed his hand and leered at him as Ianto blushed. They reached the SUV and opened the boot, Jack leaning in to retrieve the flask of coffee that Ianto had tucked in earlier when the rift alert had sounded. Ianto grabbed some packets of sugar from the side pocket and they closed the boot, lingering just long enough to share a soft and tender kiss before they once again entwined their hands and headed back to the ship.

Owen was mercifully quiet when they presented him with the flask and sugar and informed him that they were going take pictures and scans while he got the D’eux sobered up...

With Gwen helping Owen and Tosh directing Jack and Ianto as to the shots and readings she wanted all was peaceful, the background silence broken only by the low moans from the D’eux as they gradually sobered up with the help of generous helpings of Ianto’s coffee.

An hour later and both aliens were sober enough to explain that they were newly married and on their equivalent of a honeymoon. Their friends had told them they had to visit earth and to make sure they tried the dandelions as they were the best in the Milky Way but no-one had told them how potent they were...

After promising to be careful of how many ate, the D’eux were overcome with the bulging carrier bag of freshly picked dandelions that Jack presented to them. They bowed and gave thanks to Captain Coat for his generosity, to Coffee Man for his magic healing drink and then to the team for saving their spaceship, presenting Jack with a miniature model of the craft as a token of their gratitude. Farewells dispensed, the team retreated down the ramp for the final time, moving well away from the craft as it began to spin and lifted gracefully off the ground, gathering speed until it shot up into the sky and was instantly out of sight...

Ianto sat up slightly in his chair and looked out over his audience who were hung on his every word, the parents as well as the children, he was amused to note... “They went back to the Hub where Ianto made them all coffee and they had the Captain’s favourite chocolate brownie to go with it and that was the story of how Captain Coat and Coffee Man learnt how to pilot a spaceship so they and their team could save the day again...”

There was a thunderous round of applause during which Jack bombarded Ianto’s mind with their synchronised hand movements of later that evening and hand and hip even later still, drawing a deep blush over his partner’s face much to Jack’s wicked delight, chuckling loudly when Ianto streamed them back with a promise of a repeat performance...

Karen held her hands up for quiet before thanking Ianto once again and announcing a drawing competition for the children to create their pictures of Captain Coat and Coffee Man from today’s story. “The best ones will go on display an there’ll be book vouchers as get drawing and bring your entries to next week’s story time when I hope Mr Harkness-Jones will be sharing more Superhero adventures with us...”

The floor gradually emptied as Jack and Ianto chatted to some of the other parents. Brychan bounced over with Euan in tow to ask if he could go to his friend’s house so they could do their pictures and stay for tea... As Ianto arranged with Euan’s mum, Jacqui that she would drop Bry back by 6:30, Jack was whispering to the two boys about some of the superhero powers that Captain Coat might have with much excitable laughter from all three!

It was lunchtime by the time they made it home, Ammeline so tired she was almost asleep in her highchair. Ianto tucked her up for her nap before Jack led him to their bedroom to remind him of the energetic delights of synchronous pairs until they fell asleep wound in each other’s arms...


The story of Captain Coat and Coffee Man continues in the next prompt...



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Title: It’s written in the stars...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   Words  2100

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

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

A/N Written for the [ profile] redisourcolor  challenge #13 - Theme: Fate/destiny; doff, dexterous, escalator ‘If you look closely you’ll be able to see a pattern’

A/N1 I think it’s safe to say the fluff bunnies are firmly in control at the moment!


It’s written in the stars

Jack wrapped his coat more closely around their naked bodies as Ianto lay back against him and they gazed up at the black velvet sky, the stars sparkling like diamonds...

“You know, if you look closely, you’ll be able to see a pattern...” Jack breathed against his Welshman’s ear.


“Nah, I don’t mean constellations...look...” Jack slid his hand over Ianto’s, slipping his fingers into the gaps between the young man’s own and lifted their joined hands to point up at the sky. “Start at that big red one and join the dots...ready?”

Ianto turned his head to brush their lips together before settling back, “...ready..!”

Jack began tracing the letters, his heart thudding nervously in his chest – he’d planned so many different ways, so many times, how he was going to do this and each time he’d bottled it. Now, fresh from loving his gorgeous Welshman and snuggled together in the heavy warmth of his coat as they soaked up the fragrance of the warm night air, he knew that this was the right time...

He finished the first word and dotted the ‘i’, moving on to the next word...and the next...and the last. He felt Ianto tense as he added the question mark and dropped their joined hands back to their sides. He held his breath.

Ianto continued to stare up at the sky, his mouth moving silently, repeating the words... He scrambled up onto his knees and turned to face his Captain, a shy smile curving the corners of his mouth as he met the anxious gaze of the man he loved with every fibre of his being...

“Yes!” he said simply “yesyesyes...” as he wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck and crushed their mouths together, passion, love and desire merging as they fell back against the heather...

The bleating from Jack’s wristband dragged them back to earth from a succession of heady kisses that had them floating amongst the stars above them. Lust blown eyes met and rueful smiles were exchanged as they tugged on their clothes and prepared to chase down whatever alien had decided to threaten their beloved city.

Ianto smoothed the heavy wool over his Captain’s shoulders, the familiar and intimate action bringing soft smiles to their faces before both men focused on the readings from the rift alert. “Shopping centre...several signals...” Jack held his hand out, grinning as Ianto took it, entwining their fingers, “ready..?”

“Yep...let’s go save the world one more time...”

They set off across the field towards the SUV at a brisk pace. Within minutes they were speeding towards the shopping centre, Jack’s enthusiastic driving leaving Ianto braced against the door frame as he checked the readings on the hand held scanner from the glove box. He groaned.

Jack glanced across anxiously “...what is it?”


“Shit!” he put his foot down and the car surged forward, “why do those pesky alien pixies like this place so much?”

They pulled up outside the shopping centre and Jack used their universal passkey to open the door. The first sight that met their eyes was the two security guards tied up and gagged in what looked like every reel of ribbon ever made. It was colourful, if rather uncomfortable, and Jack was tempted to snap a quick photo, chuckling at Ianto’s quiet “don’t you dare Jack!” How well the other man knew him!

Ianto tossed the scanner at his Captain “I’ll sort this out, you go find our visitors...”   

Moving to the security desk, Ianto’s dexterous fingers made quick work of the guard’s gags and set about sawing through the multitude of knots that held the two men captive to their chairs and each other. Finally free of their bonds they drank the water Ianto gave them gratefully whilst regaling him with the tale of their capture by an army of tiny creatures with ‘court jester’ heads and pointed teeth...

Ianto sympathised and soothed, pressing his comm. unit “Jack...seems like we have a party on our hands...”

“Yeah, I’m seeing multiple groups...better call the team in...”

Groping in his pocket for his phone, the Welshman smiled reassuringly at the two security guards as their eyes began to close. Moments later their quiet snores announced another retcon success. Ianto moved away from the desk and dumped the bag of shredded and tangled ribbon into a bin as he explained the call to a sleepy Tosh, knowing from the acerbic swearing beside her that he had one less phone call to make. Grinning he hung up and dialled Gwen, apologising to Rhys for the disturbance when he answered the phone.

“Team’s on their way in – Owen was at Tosh’s again...two Sleeping Beauty lookalikes at the front desk...where are you?”

“Upper level...there’s a large group in the Candy Box pick-n-mix at the far end and downstairs there’s another group in The Early Learning Centre – they all seem to be relatively well behaved considering what they are...the group I’ve been chasing are now in the Hair and Nail Palace and they’re wrecking it from what I can hear...I’m just going in...”

“Be careful...I’ll be there in a minute...I’ll get the others to go after the sweet and toy shop groups...”

“Good – and watch out, there’s still a few random signals scattered about...”

Setting off at a run Ianto disconnected from Jack and called the team, giving details of the groups and their locations. He was sprinting up the silent ‘down’ escalator, heading towards Jack’s location when a Graske jumped out at the top in front of him blocking his path, another high pitched giggle told him there was at least one other out of sight... Suddenly the escalator began moving, the jolt knocking him off balance to send him tumbling backwards, over and over... Reflex action curled him into a ball to protect his face from the sharp edges of the moving stairs until he crashed in a heap, smacking a glancing blow at the bottom that made him see stars – and these were most definitely not the pleasurable ones from earlier...

The Machiavellian pixies giggled loudly and bandy-legged themselves away to cause trouble elsewhere. Ianto groaned and lay where he was as he blinked dazedly. A battered arm dragged itself of its own volition to press his comm. unit. “Jack...” he croaked painfully, attempting to assess the damage to his limbs and accepting ruefully that his favourite Blue Gillespie hoodie was a write-off and his designer ripped jeans were now a tad more ripped...

“Ianto..? Where are you? These blasted Graske are...stop that...put it down...little shit..!” Several more choice expletives followed in a variety of languages and the sound of crashing china and the familiar grating high pitch giggle could be heard above Jack’s panting. “Ianto..?” this time, the concern was evident in the Captain’s voice, “what’s happened...are you okay? This lot have escaped out the back to Lord knows where...this place is trashed...” he sighed heavily, “Yan..?”

“I’m o...not permanently damaged...” he amended, “...they started the escalator and caught me off balance so I went down it broken bones – just complete loss of change there..!” he quipped heavily, pushing himself slowly to his feet and dabbing his handkerchief to the cut above his eye that was dripping blood irritatingly down his face.

“I’m coming down...” Jack could be heard thudding along the walkway above him, pounding down the still moving escalator to land in front of his precious Welshman. He tugged him into his arms and hugged him tightly, causing the young man to let out a howl of pain. Jack released him immediately. “Where does it hurt? Where’s Owen, he should be here by could’ve died...“his panic was palpable, “I can’t lose you, Ianto...”

“I’ll live, Jack, I’m just a bit battered – certainly not ready to doff my hat to the Grim Reaper just yet a while...” he cupped the older man’s face and kissed him lightly, “’re stuck with me a bit longer...

Now mindful of his injuries, Jack folded Ianto back into his arms and kissed him hard, relief and passion colliding as tongues embraced and fingers threaded through hair... They were resting their foreheads together, panting softly when the team ran in to join them.

“Oi, put the bloody tea boy’ve dragged me out of my bed...”

“Tosh’s bed I believe that was...” Ianto cut in mildly, moving regretfully out of the comforting warmth of Jack’s arms to the gasps of horror from the others as they took in his damaged appearance.

“Fuck! What happened to you..?” Owen was by his side in an instant, acerbic comments forgotten as he checked the Welshman over while Jack filled them in on the situation – basically what seemed like the entire Graske population was having a happy rampage through the shopping centre...

Ianto nodded or shook his head in response to the medic’s questions, submitting without protest to the butterfly sutures that were applied to the cut above his eye. They joined the others to find Jack grinning widely, his arm around Tosh’s shoulders as he dipped his head to kiss her gently on the cheek.

“Oi, that’s my girlfriend you’re’ve got your tea boy...” Owen blurted out loudly, causing a pretty blush to spread over Tosh’s face as all eyes turned towards her. “Oh, sorry Tosh!” Owen grinned apologetically and moved to her side.

Gwen giggled, “...we all know anyway...and your brilliant girlfriend has got us a way to get rid of these pesky Graske...tell him Tosh...”

“Ultra sonic soundwave...upsets the balance of their tri-horns...get ready to cover your ears, but be prepared to feel disorientated...” She turned the dial on the device in her hand and the air shook as sound waves powered outwards. Within moments hoards of Graske ran from shops in all directions to gather on the lower level before they vanished in a crack of light.

Tosh turned the device off and they shook their heads, grimacing as the sound continued to pound in their heads for several minutes. “What’re we doing about all the mess...we’ll be here till this time tomorrow if we’ve got to clear it up!”

Ianto put his hand on Jack’s arm, “I’ve got that covered...back in a couple of minutes...” he strode away towards the security desk.

Jack grinned, “Okay, thanks for tonight, now get yourselves home and don’t come in ‘till midday...I think we’re all going to sleep in after this...”

Owen glanced at Ianto’s retreating back “...will he be okay after his tumble down the stairs?”

“I promise to check him over thoroughly...”

“Head to toe?”


“I don’t want to know!” Owen chuckled and held his hand out to Tosh who took it, smiling. Jack offered his arm to Gwen and they sauntered after Ianto, waiting by the door until he rejoined them, smiling broadly.

“I told them that when they woke they were to call the police immediately as they’d chased a gang of vandals from the centre, all wearing hoods or masks so nothing to identify them...and I’ve erased the CCTV footage...” He looked at Jack, “can we go now ‘cos I ache like hell!”

They headed to their respective cars. As Ianto slid gingerly into the passenger seat, Jack grinned at him. “I promised Owen I’d check you over...”

“You will?”

“Uh ha...head to toe...”

“No time like the present...”

Jack put his foot down and minutes later they were walking hand in hand back across the field...

Ianto slumped breathlessly against Jack’s sweat slicked body, the night air chasing trails of goose bumps over their skin. Urging his Welshman back into the cocooning warmth of the coat, Jack pressed gentle kisses to the side of the young man’s neck. “Right hand pocket...” he whispered, unable to stop the huge grin that spread over his face as Ianto’s hand delved into the pocket and pulled out the tiny velvet box...

The young man’s eyes widened as he opened it to reveal two simple matching platinum bands. Slipping the rings on to each other’s fingers they kissed tenderly. “Love you, Ianto Jones...”

“Love you too,’s written in the stars...” As the night faded into day, two men snuggled into a 1940s greatcoat and planned their future...




zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

Title: My confession...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – none, set early s2
Summary: Jack ponders his feelings... Words 2350

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

A/N Someone asked me for this some time ago and I can’t remember who! If it was you, let me know and I’ll change this! Anyway, I was going to do Josh Groban’s Illuminations until I listened to the words of this and they took my breath away... Muse identified! Step forward the lovely [ profile] sassysailorgirl  Glad you liked it love *hugs* xxx

A/N 1 More Captain Coat and Coffee Man in the next couple of days plus a few others...a bit of sunshine and the bunnies are hopping!

My confession

Jack leant on the railings outside his office and watched Ianto as he delivered the mugs of coffee and plates of chocolate brownie to the team. He didn’t look as though he’d narrowly escaped an untimely death at the hands – or teeth – of a particularly vicious male weevil less than two hours ago... In fact, apart from the bruise on his temple and the long claw scrape that ran down the side of his neck and disappeared into the pristine collar of purple Swiss cotton, there were no outward signs at all.

Jack’s heart hammered in his chest and he caught his breath as he realised just how perilously close he’d come to losing his precious Welshman. This was followed by the earth shattering realisation of just how precious he really was...and not just to the team, but to him...I have been blind...

Suddenly it was hard to breathe as his stomach took a body blow, driving the air from his lungs as his head was filled with the memory of Ianto’s prone body on the grubby alley floor with blood spilling down to soak into his shirt... Blinking those images away, his heart skipped a beat as Ianto turned to glance up – no doubt feeling the intensity of his Captain’s gaze burning into the back of his head! The young man gave him a tiny smile, curving the corners of his mouth...that gorgeous mouth that Jack loved to kiss until their lips were pink and swollen and their heads were spinning...

As Ianto vanished down the steps to autopsy with Owen’s coffee, Jack closed his eyes, images of their lovemaking that morning racing through his mind, that look blazing from Ianto’s cobalt blue eyes as they met his own...the young man’s love given freely and without condition...and he knew without question that he’d been hiding from his own feelings for too see the true love you’re giving...

“I almost lost you today...” he whispered to the empty air, opening his eyes to find them brimming with unshed tears...I have ignored every blessing... He turned and went back into his office, slumping heavily into his chair, knowing that today could have been so different if he’d been just a minute later... A tear slid down his face as he sent a prayer and a promise heavenward...I’m on my knees, confessing...a promise that he would change...

“Ianto...” he breathed...he needed to tell him...that I feel myself surrender each time I see your face... to tell him how he felt...I am captured by your beauty...your unassuming grace... It was a feeling he’d hidden from, eons worth of barriers he’d constructed to keep his emotions locked away, to protect himself from the inevitable grief when they left him alone once more, their bodies turning to dust as he lived on... Ianto was different, somehow this quiet, perfect pinstripe clad young Welshman had managed to melt away his defences...and I feel my heart is turning – falling into place...

He brushed the tear away as Ianto reappeared from autopsy and made his way towards the stairs up to his Captain’s office, two mugs left on his tray. Hurriedly pulling a file from the pile stacked up in his ‘IN’ tray, Jack attempted to look nonchalant and immersed in his work as Ianto tapped lightly on the open door and came in.

Jack glanced up from his report and smiled in greeting. “What..!” as the young man’s eyebrow quirked and a grin spread across his face as he placed mugs and plates on the desk.

“Working hard are we...sir?” those delicious Welsh vowels sent shivers of desire down his spine.

“Yes I am...all afternoon!”

Ianto’s bottom lip quivered with amusement in a way that had Jack squirming in his chair, needing to adjust his trousers to a more comfortable position...

“It’s usual, I assume to have the paper the right way up to ease the reading of such important reports...” a breathy chuckle escaped those soft and sensual lips as Jack realised he’d been caught out and he grinned ruefully.

“Okay, you got me! I’ve been ogling my archivist for most of the afternoon and trying to decide if it’s quiet enough to send everyone home early so I can ravish him...”

Ianto’s endearing blush and the delighted laugh as he threw his head back, exposing his pale throat decided Jack once and for all and he reached out to drag the Welshman bodily into his lap, sliding one hand around the back of his neck and curling the other one around his waist as he captured his lips in a sweet and tender kiss...I can’t hide, now hear my confession...

Ianto’s gasp of surprise was lost as he sank into the embrace, winding his arms around Jack’s neck to thread his fingers lovingly through the older man’s hair as he was kissed into oblivion, losing himself in everything that was just Jack...Their tongues swirled joyously together before each explored every contour of the other’s mouth... They broke apart long enjoyable minutes later, somewhat breathless, faces flushed and hair dishevelled and rested foreheads together enjoying the closeness and the stolen moment...

Jack tipped Ianto’s chin up and brushed their lips together lightly before pulling back to gaze into the young man’s eyes and immersing himself in the warmth of the love that sparkled in those deep blue pools. He tried to remember a time when his first and last thoughts each day had been about something other than this wonderful man in his arms...and failed... Ianto gave him meaning...gave him respite from the heavy burden of responsibility...Ianto loved him despite the decisions he had to make...knew that what they did could mean pain and loss in order to protect humanity...

He saw again the empty shell he’d become before, when the barriers he’d put up left him so alone...I have been wrong about you – I thought I was strong without you... He’d been so intent on waiting for the Doctor...for so long nothing could move me...and so embroiled in the bitterness and anger at being left behind by the one man who could give him the answers he so desperately craved that he’d become a machine without a heart...a man without a soul...for so long nothing could change me...

His eyes filled with tears as he caressed the Welshman’s cheek, closing the gap to capture his lips tenderly...reverently as he poured his love into the kiss...the love he needed to I feel myself surrender...each time I see your face... His arms tightened around the young man as they kissed hungrily, delicious tendrils of want creeping through them as blood supplies fled southwards.

They came up for air, panting softly. “Why don’t you go and wait for me downstairs while I send the others home – we’ve all done enough for one day...” Jack’s breath, hot on his neck, made Ianto shiver with desire and he slid off his Captain’s lap to move across to the ladder leading down to Jack’s bunker. He paused on the second rung, gazing at the older man with lust blown eyes and Jack was rendered speechless once more as he absorbed just how perfect the young man was...I am captured by your beauty...your unassuming grace...

“I won’t be long...” he managed to gasp, before pushing out of his chair to give his team their marching orders for the day. Glancing back as Ianto’s head disappeared from sight, he couldn’t stop the contented smile that lit up his face – after so long alone this felt so right...and I feel my heart is turning...falling into place...

Leaning over the railings he gave them the good news, watching as Gwen and Owen practically ran in their eagerness to escape before he changed his mind! Tosh was slower to leave, setting her computer to complete running her programme overnight. Eventually she gave him a quiet smile and wished him good night. Jack heaved a sigh of relief when the roller door clunked solidly behind her. Alone...finally...

Returning to his office he stood silently by the open hole in the floor...Ianto was just a few feet away... Jack realised he was trembling...this was it...he was going to tell him...I can’t hide it, now hear my confession...

He slid down the ladder to find Ianto laying on his tiny bunk, still fully clothed apart from his jacket and shoes, his hands linked behind his head. Pausing by the ladder as he fought to control the butterflies in his stomach, Jack was overcome by the rush of love as Ianto turned to smile at are the air that I breathe...I can’t live without him – this city, this nothing without’re the ground beneath my feet... How could he have missed this for so long? When did I stop believing?

“Jack..?” Ianto sat up and swung his legs to the floor, concern evident on his face “What’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath in, Jack moved across to his bed and sank to his knees to edge into the gap between Ianto’s legs, one hand sliding around the young man’s waist, the other cupped his face. “Nothing’s wrong...I’m just thinking how beautiful you are...” he whispered as he captured those soft and sensual lips in a tender kiss and the butterflies went into full spin mode, rising high into the sky to  dance amongst the stars...

Ianto’s arms snaked around his Captain’s neck as he sank into the embrace and opened his mouth to allow Jack’s tongue to explore... He wondered, fleetingly, what it was about Jack’s kisses that had him floating three feet off the floor as he lost himself in the sensation of everything that was Jack...

They parted, softly, sharing warm breath with lips just millimetres apart, heartbeats racing as the air around them tingled with the heady scent of desire and the promise of what was to come. Jack’s hands moved to loosen the perfect knot of red silk at his Welshman’s throat, tugging it from his collar and dropping it to the floor before his trembling fingers fumbled with the top buttons of his shirt...’cause I feel myself surrender...

Ianto closed his eyes and arched his neck, a low moan escaping as Jack’s lips pressed feather-light kisses to his skin as his throat was exposed, “Jack...” he protested hoarsely as the older man pulled back to gaze at him...each time I see your face...

Capturing his lips once more, Jack’s hands returned to the buttons on his Welshman’s shirt and worked his way down until he was tugging the fabric out of his waistband. He pulled back from his mouth, lips now deliciously pink and kiss swollen, so he could remove Ianto’s coffee bean cufflinks, placing them carefully on the bedside table, before sliding the shirt from the young man’s shoulders and dropping it to the floor alongside his tie.

His breath hitched as he ran his hands over Ianto’s shoulders and down his chest, spreading his fingers as they trailed down through the soft downy hair, pausing to tease his nipples until they hardened under his touch...I am staggered by your beauty... Ianto’s head was thrust back, his eyes closed and his breath a series of tiny pants between gently parted lips...your unassuming grace...

Jack’s mouth followed the trail of his hands, soft kisses covering every inch of pale skin, tongue and teeth teasing those jutting nubs of flesh until the Welshman was mewling and squirming... One hand on his chest, Jack pushed Ianto back so he was laying on the bunk, the young man’s eyes fluttering open as passion and desire reflected in twin pools of blue...and I feel my heart falling into place...

Hands now attacked buckle, belt and zip, tugging trousers and underwear down as one, adding them to the pile on the floor. Finally socks were dropped on top of the heap to leave Jack’s eyes sweeping his lover’s naked body with very obvious appreciation...I can’t hide hear my confession...

Ianto whimpered...”Jack...please...” arching his body off the bedclothes, a low moan of pleasure replacing his needy plea as he was engulfed in the moist warmth of his Captain’s mouth... Jack reached one hand up to link with his lover’s whilst the other trailed backwards to tease the entrance to his body, feeling the tender flesh quiver beneath his touch, as teeth and tongue sent Ianto’s senses spiralling...

“Jack...stop...I want you...wanna feel you...” Ianto gasped breathlessly, squeezing their joined hands tightly...

Releasing him, Jack quickly shed his own clothes, scattering them wildly, and returned to the bed to crush their mouths together, tongues dancing a passionate rumba as they writhed together in the tiny bunk. Jack reached for the lube and expertly flipped it open one handed, coating his fingers before sliding first one, then a second into Ianto’s willing body, the young man moaning when fingertips brushed that magic spot and a wave of pleasure washed over him, pushing him ever closer to the edge...

“Now Jack...need you now...” he pleaded against his Captain’s lips, sighing with satisfaction as fingers were removed and Jack pushed in slowly, relishing the hot tight feeling of Ianto’s body around him. Moving slowly, eyes locked together, Jack made love to him...tenderly...bodies trembling as if it was that first time all over again, until they exploded together in blissful release and floated on wave after wave of exquisite pleasure...

Brushing a lock of hair off his Welshman’s sweat soaked brow, Jack gazed into his eyes, drowning himself in the intensity of emotion blazing from those beautiful blue depths...I can’t hide it...

He smiled, his fingers tracing the outline of Ianto’s hear my confession...

I love you, Ianto Jones...” he kissed him softly, “always you...only you” hear my confession...”I love you...”




zazajb: (captain coat & coffee man)

Title: And that’s how it all started...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2
Summary: A rift alert has all sorts of consequences... Words 3170

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
Written for the [ profile] longliveianto bingo prompt: Bodyswap

Icon and gorgeous banner by the wonderfully talented [ profile] ianto_love_jack  Thank you *hugs*

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

A/N for [ profile] sassysailorgirl 


And that’s how it all started...

Muttering in very expressive Welsh, Ianto dragged his highly aroused and indignant body from Jack’s bunk and grabbed his clothes from their various scattered locations around the room before climbing up to join his Captain at Gwen’s workstation. Jack grinned at the flushed cheeks and tousled hair as the young man peered at the screen.

“Just as we were getting started..!” he pressed a light kiss to his Welshman’s temple before turning his attention back to the rift alert that had interrupted what was promising to be a monumental evening.

“D’you recognise that pattern? It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before...” Ianto frowned and tapped industriously on the keyboard as he searched through their databases for anything remotely similar. “Nothing like it in our records...”

“So, a new contact...we’d better go in prepared...” Jack said, automatically reaching for his Webley to check it, as Ianto keyed in the code for the armoury to get a Glock pistol to accompany his preferred non-lethal stun gun. They filled their pockets with fresh cans of weevil spray and a syringe of swift acting strong sedative and headed for the underground car park. Two minutes later they were en route to the child’s playground in Barry where the signal appeared to be stable...

The roads were clear - which was just as well with Jack’s usual breakneck driving, Ianto thought, hanging on tightly to the door frame as Jack hurled the SUV around corners at unbelievable speeds. Slamming the brakes on, Jack brought them to a standstill and they both peered at the hand held scanner. The signal was unchanged and seemed to be hovering over the sandpit...

Shining their torches ahead of them, they made their way over the playing field towards the enclosed children’s play apparatus. There was nothing visible although the signal still held steady. Jack nodded as Ianto motioned that he’d approach the signal so Jack could circle around to come in behind it. His heart thudding so hard he swore it was audible, Ianto crept forward, checking the scanner every step. There was no change until he stepped into the sand pit.

In a flash of blue light that cracked like rifle shot, a four feet high, bi-ped dinosaur-like creature that resembled a Bambiraptor launched itself at the Welshman, wings flapping frantically as its talons ripped into the soft flesh of Ianto’s chest. There was no time even to cry out as the young man hit the floor. He dropped his torch and the scanner and struggled desperately to get the stun gun within reach of the creature’s flesh as Jack emptied his entire supply of bullets into the tough hide.

With a howl as the lead rounds buried themselves into its back, the creature released its prey and vanished in another crack of blue light, leaving the air tainted with a metallic tang...

Jack leapt towards his prone lover, fear and horror washing over him as he saw the extent of the injuries. He dragged his phone from his pocket and hit #2 on his speed dial, barely registering the fact it was Tosh’s sleepy voice that answered the medic’s phone. “Tell Owen; Ianto’s seriously hurt, children’s playground, Barry...get him here...” before dropping the phone to the floor and gathering the semi-conscious young man into his arms... “Ianto...stay with me...stay with me please...” his voice an anguished whisper as he shook his beloved Welshman urgently...

Ianto’s eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, pain clouding those normally sparkling blue depths, “I’m sorry was too quick... I’m cold...that’s bad isn’t it..?” his voice trailed away and his eyes closed again, “Jack...” the whisper was barely audible and Jack had to bend closer to catch the words, his eyes filling with tears at the faint “I love you...I’ve always loved you...have to tell you...before it’s too late...”

Ianto...don’t....Ianto...stay with me....don’t leave me...” Dipping his head, Jack pressed his lips to Ianto’s, reaching deep inside himself to share his life force as a golden glow flickered briefly and was gone... Jack’s head swam and he blinked, dazed and confused by the sudden pain in his chest and the fact he was now lying down gazing up his own face...

“Jack..?” Ianto sounded similarly confused, but reassuringly alive. “It doesn’t hurt any more...” he opened his eyes and stared down wide-eyed at his body... “Jack...what’s happening..? Jack...” He shook his own body as its eyes slid closed and it went limp in his...ok...Jack’s...arms... no no no no...don’t you dare leave me Harkness...”

He sat there rocking the unresponsive body back and forth, tears streaming silently down his cheeks, his mind searching desperately for answers to impossible questions he had yet to formulate – somehow he and Jack had swapped bodies and now Jack was dead – or was he dead himself – his body was but...

He was spared further tortuous thought processes as his body tensed and drew in a huge gasp of air in a strangely familiar Jack-like way and his eyes opened again, meeting his relieved gaze from Jack’s blue grey pools. Words weren’t needed as Ianto-in-Jack’s-body crushed their mouths together in a passion and relief-laden kiss that had their heads spinning, tongues swirling until they were both light-headed and they broke apart, panting softly... and restored to their own bodies...

“What the..?” Ianto heard himself think...his synapses snapped to attention – wait! Heard himself think..? I think you’ll find that was my thought..!” Now that was most definitely Jack in his head! They stared at each other, eyes wide, mouths dropping open as they heard each other’s thoughts, so intent on the tumbling confusion whirling around they failed to hear the frantic arrival of Owen who shoved Jack bodily aside and grabbed the Welshman’s hand to check his pulse, the skin to skin contact sending a spark through both men as they blinked dizzily...

“What the fuck was that?” Owen’s emphatic curse sounded strangely muted coming out of Ianto’s mouth.

Ianto shook Owen’s head to try and shift the irritating buzzing as his thoughts grappled with the undeniable knowledge that they’d body-swapped and he still had Jack’s thoughts in his head...Jack’s rather distracting thoughts of hot kisses creeping their way down his pale neck, warm breath sending trails of goose bumps scurrying across his skin and a rush of blood to’s groin...

Jack grinned wolfishly despite their bemused predicament and reached out to grab a handful of the medic’s sweatshirt, hauling him in to plant a steamy open mouthed kiss on unfamiliar lips knowing that the jolt of electricity and the instantly recognisable lightheaded sensation meant another body swap... Ianto gave in and snaked Owen’s arms around his Captain’s neck, his fingers threading lovingly through his hair as Jack continued to fill his head with provocative images, gentle moans lost against his mouth...

“Oi, put my body down – even if it is the tea boy inside! I need to know what’s going on here – you said he was seriously hurt and where’s all that blood come from? I need answers!” Ianto’s soft welsh vowels didn’t quite do the acerbic medic’s words justice, but they got the message and pulled apart, somewhat breathless, stepping away from each other to avoid any further skin contact.

“Will someone tell me what’s happening..?” Owen was getting irate now, hands tugging at Ianto’s perfectly tied red silk at his throat to pull it awry in a manner that made the Ianto, now back in Jack’s body, want to slap him or at least serve him decaf for a month!

“I think that the alien that attacked Ianto left more than torn flesh seems to be some form of electrical charge that’s activated by skin contact and is able to move consciousness from one body to another...trouble is we’ve never seen anything like it before so I have no idea how to stop it! Oh, and Ianto’s body died and came back when I was him...”

Ianto bit thoughtfully on Jack’s bottom lip “Maybe if we each touch the person who has our mind all at the same time or just all touch together..?”

Owen nodded Ianto’s head slowly, finally releasing his death-grip on the Welshman’s tie, much to the relief of its owner “ could work and we don’t have any other fucking clues anyway! I’m game...” he held Ianto’s hand out towards his own body. Jack and Ianto looked at each other, shrugged and swapped why the hell not? messages in their heads as they reached out their host body hands...

The three sets of fingers touched and a loud crack of electricity accompanied with a vivid blue flash lit up the darkness, each man falling backwards as the intense power of the shock knocked them unconscious. Darkness closed in on them once again as they lay in the sand...

Ianto groaned and held his pounding head – it felt like he’d done ten rounds with Janet and several of her friends! Wincing at the demolition team hard at work on the inside of his skull, he struggled into a sitting position and looked down at his hands, relieved to find that they were indeed his hands – he was back in his own body. A heartfelt moan echoed in his head alongside the drilling and hammering and he turned to look at his Captain. Jack was still unconscious so the mind link was obviously still active and the quiet questioning Ianto..? confirmed his suspicions as moments later the prone figure moved painfully to sit up. They reached for each other...stop! Ianto sent, recalling the skin to skin transfer when Owen had tried to take his pulse...

Oh...yeah, right! Good call... How’s Owen?

They turned to see the medic’s eyes opening, the grimace on his face more than confirmed the presence of an equally painful headache. “Fuck! I’ve got the hangover from hell! What were we drinking?” Owen muttered a few more choice profanities under his breath as he, too, struggled to sit up. The three of them looked at each other warily.

“How are you feeling?” Owen stretched towards Ianto as the doctor in him reasserted itself, before swiftly withdrawing his hand as the Welshman jerked himself out of reach.

“Don’t touch me!” he growled, his hand automatically reaching to adjust his tie, frowning when he found it mangled out of its usual perfect shape.

Jack moved his head carefully from side to side in an attempt to ease the cramped muscles in his neck. “Right, we need to get back to the hub...find out what happened here and if it’s permanent... No-one touch each other...” he added rather unnecessarily as each man resumed the perpendicular and shoved their hands into their pockets before stumbling across the grass towards the two vehicles in the distance.

Owen slid into his car and nodded approvingly as Ianto got into the back seat of the SUV and Jack climbed into the driver’s seat. “Good! See you at the hub then, Tosh’s already there...” he blushed at their raised eyebrows and the grin that flashed across both faces. “Yeah, we’re...”

“We know, Owen..!” Jack chuckled despite the pain in his head, “Should I feel bad that I kissed you...and with tongue?”

“Just...just don’t go there!” Owen spluttered as Ianto grinned, his quiet chuckle echoing in Jack’s head. Slamming his car door so hard it made them all cringe, Owen set off at speed with the SUV following in his wake...

Tosh was waiting for them down in autopsy, scanners and monitors at the ready. She’d put non-conductive gloves on as a precaution and handed each man a pair as they greeted her.

Scanning each of their heads, Owen found slightly elevated levels of adrenalin and dopamine, but nothing unexpected for the kind of experiences they’d just been through and declared it safe for them to take their gloves off. He pointed at the table and looked at Ianto.

Now, tea boy!”

Ianto had been edging towards the stairs with the intention of making a swift escape to the kitchen, the need for caffeine growing stronger by the second.

“Do I have to?” he sent into Jack’s mind, realising with surprise that it felt totally natural to have access to the other man’s thoughts...

“You do!” Jack smiled softly, “we need...I make sure that you’re did die out there, remember?” He streamed the golden kiss memory into the young man’s head, drawing a delicious flush over his cheek that didn’t go unnoticed by the medic.

“Okay, what’s going on – why’s tea boy glowing like a Belisha Beacon? What don’t I know?”

“You want the long list or the condensed version?” Ianto deadpanned as he slid reluctantly onto the table. Tosh stifled a giggle as Owen frowned and she moved to stand by his side so she could see the readings on the monitor.

“Ha-bloody-ha!” Owen snarked. “Now spill..!”

“I can hear Jack’s thoughts and he can hear mine...ever since my body died when Jack was in it...” the blush deepened as Jack streamed a rather energetic session with Ianto bent over his desk into his head...

“I don’t want to know the details, thank you” he glared at Jack, “and you, stop harassing my patient!”  He pointed to the stairs, “behave or leave!”

Jack grinned again and leant against the dresser. “I’ll behave...promise...” as the medic’s eyes narrowed at him before turning back to examine the readings on the scanner. “Oh fuck!” Owen’s jaw dropped and Tosh looked at Ianto with a stunned expression on her beautiful face...

Ianto sat up, “what’s wrong with me?” gripping Jack’s hand tightly as his Captain leapt to his side and the two men looked anxiously at their doctor.

Despite the inappropriateness of the moment Owen couldn’t resist...”you want the long list..! Sorry...okay, when you died, what did you feel?”

“Nothing...I wasn’t in my body...but watching it was just like Jack when he comes back...”

“Are you ready to be the immortal tea boy?” he nodded seriously and tugged the monitor closer, “see, these readings are Ianto’s I’ve just scanned...these are Jack’s from his last physical...the chronon levels are identical...”

Frantic thoughts tumbled back and forth between the two – joy at being together for eternity mingled with shock and horror at the implications for Ianto’s family and the many questions...

Owen looked from one to the other and planted his hands on his hips . “Oi, share with us – we can’t hear what you’re thinking – us lesser mortals need to have it spoken out loud!”

They turned wide, somewhat damp, eyes towards him. Ianto’s mouth opened and closed again without any sound making it past his lips. Owen could sympathise with that, it was a big shock...

“How do we know if it’s permanent?” Jack voiced Ianto’s question for him.

Owen shrugged, “I could shoot him..? What?” he looked innocently at Tosh as she smacked his arm, “we’d know if it worked...”

“Thanks, Owen, but I think I’d rather not test it quite like that!” Ianto muttered dryly. He squeezed Jack’s hand. I’m fine cariad...I just need a little time to take it in... he sent in response to Jack’s anxious presence in his head. He jumped down off the table. “’I’m going to make a coffee...I know it’s three in the morning but I need one, so, if that’s okay with you..?” he glanced at Owen who nodded, before walking gracefully up the steps and disappearing from sight.

Jack gazed after him, resisting the urge to either follow or press his mind, knowing that his young lover needed time to absorb the events of the night. He jumped as Tosh laid a gentle hand on his arm. “He’ll be okay...he’s got you and he’s got us...”

“Yeah...I know...thanks... Now it’s late...well, early actually so why don’t you two get off home and I’ll see you later...midday? Oh, and can we hold off telling Gwen until Ianto’s ready to face her barrage of questions...I’ll give her the morning off as well and we’ll see you later...” He tugged them in for a joint hug, whispering a heartfelt “thank you” before releasing them and following them up to the main workspace. Moments later the roller door clunked shut behind them.

Jack tugged his phone out of his pocked and sent a swift message to Gwen, telling her it had been a busy night so they would be sleeping in, adding a brief ‘bring pastries!’ to his instructions to stay home till midday. As he pressed send, Ianto appeared from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee.  He looked calmer and smiled softly in response to Jack’s gentle questioning thoughts...I’m fine Jack...really...

They met at the raggedy old sofa and Jack took his coffee mug with one hand before sliding the other around the Welshman’s neck as he pulled him in for a tender kiss, lips soft and responsive under his. They kissed sweetly, minds swirling together without conscious thought, each losing themselves in the other until they broke apart to recharge their oxygen supply. Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes, catching his breath at the intensity of emotion that blazed within the cobalt blue depths...Love you too...he sent, pressing a light kiss to the end of his Welshman’s cute button nose before they sank down onto the sofa and leant comfortably against each other as they drank their coffee...

Ianto looked down at the sea of faces who were following his every word with avid attention, his glance lingering on his Captain’s, smiling that just-for-Jack-smile at the man he loved so much, seeing him sat cross legged on the floor with a sound asleep two year old Ammeline curled up in his lap. Jack grinned back...yeah, she’s how you took out all the saucy bits but kept them in for me... Ianto winked and continued his roving glance across his audience, finding another very familiar pair of blue grey eyes under a shock of dark hair and the wide grin of their six year old... He twinkled at him before spreading his arms out and declaring “...and that’s how it all started...”

The librarian walked over, joining in with the applause from the audience. “Now children, say thank you to Mr Harkness-Jones and he’s promised to come back to tell you some more stories about Captain Coat and Coffee-man next week...


A/N This is the first of my longliveIanto bingo card. All stories will be set in this verse and will follow the lives of Jack, Ianto and their children as well as the wonderful heroes: Captain Coat and Coffee-man

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zazajb: (only  him)

Title: New season, new hope, new life...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, minor mentions of team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   A spring morning and an interesting chat over breakfast...gentle fluff! Words 1730

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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 Written for the [ profile] redisourcolor  challenge #12  - Theme: Spring; truncate, demonstrable, earth ‘It was a week before he could walk normally again’

 A/N 1 This is for [ profile] wanda1969  a fellow hopeless romantic... *with love* xxx

New season, new hope, new life...

Jack drove his hands into his pockets and took a deep breath in, relishing the chill of the early morning air as he watched the sun rise over the city that he protected...his own tiny corner of this earth that he loved... A self indulgent smile lit up his face as he pictured all the reasons he adored this planet so much including the gorgeous Welshman currently sound asleep in his bed, thoroughly loved and sated...

He stood taller and gazed at the familiar landmarks as the pinks and golds of the sunrise kissed the rooftops and bathed the view in the promise a glorious spring day... He watched absently as the sun reflected off the water, reminding him of the dancing lights in Ianto’s crystal blue was time... Turning abruptly, he made his way off the rooftop and back to the hub.

He slid quietly down the ladder and shed his clothes quickly, slipping in beside Ianto’s deliciously warm naked body, the Welshman snuggling in closer despite the cold hands and feet that wrapped around him as he mumbled drowsily, “weevil or rooftop?”

Brushing his lips softly against the young man’s neck Jack smiled – Ianto knew him so well! “...rooftop...glorious sunrise...”

“mmmnnn lovely, now go to sleep...” Ianto yawned and pressed back even closer as Jack entwined their fingers, smiling fondly as the younger man’s breathing evened out and he drifted back into peaceful slumber. Burying his face in Ianto’s hair, Jack closed his eyes and ran over his plans for the coming day, finally joining his Welshman in dreamland...

They woke again just before seven and shared soft kisses, fingers threading through sleep-tousled locks, content just to lie-in, snug and warm under the quilt. Eventually, pressure on their bladders forced them to stir from their cosy haven. Bodily needs dealt with, Ianto pulled on Jack’s shirt which was on top of the rapidly shed heap of clothing from the previous night and without bothering to button it up, headed barefoot to the kitchen to make them a coffee  - he loved this first blend of the day with just him and Jack; loved waking in his lover’s arms, kissing sweetly to welcome the new day... All in all, he concluded as he filled their mugs, he was content with his life...

Sliding down the ladder with practiced ease, the mugs balanced in one hand, Ianto made his way to the bathroom where Jack was waiting, the shower was running and the room was filling with steam. Taking his mug, Jack grinned and cupped one hand around the back of the Welshman’s neck, tugging him gently forward to capture his lips softly, the kiss tender and full of love. Ianto’s free hand settled in the small of the older man’s back and they lost themselves in the delicious sensation of slow and sensual kisses.

They pulled apart...gently, sharing warm breath, before taking gulps of their coffee, setting their mugs down and linking hands to squeeze into the shower cubicle where Jack kissed his young man tenderly, reverently, from head to toe, finally making love to him as the water cascaded down on them and Ianto floated on wave upon wave of pure pleasure... The water was cooling when they emerged and dried each other carefully.

Back in Jack’s bedroom, Ianto pulled a clean suit out of the wardrobe, surprised when Jack shook his head, “just us today, I gave the team the day off...rift predictor says nothing on the horizon for a few days so we’re going to grab a bit of down time while we’s been a bit frantic lately and we’ve earned a rest...” he pressed their lips together lightly. “As soon as you’re dressed we’re going out for breakfast...”

It was a matter of minutes before they were both similarly attired in jeans and casual tops – Ianto’s a tight-fitting Blue Gillespie tee whilst Jack’s black Ed Hardy one had an impressive tiger’s head on it. They climbed up the ladder to find their jackets, Jack sliding into his coat that Ianto held out for him as usual, smoothing the fabric over his shoulders in their familiar and intimate routine.

They took the invisible lift, Ianto melting into his Captain’s arms to be kissed passionately as Jack’s tongue mapped his mouth with possessive intent and Ianto was moaning softly when they reached the Plas where he was released to step unsteadily off the stone, lips pink and swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed and seeing him so carefree and undone, Jack quietly fell in love with him all over again...

Linking their hands, they headed towards their favourite coffee bar. Deciding to sit outside in the gentle spring sunshine, Jack settled at a table and Ianto went inside to order their brioche and cinnamon blend coffee. Jack chatted to one of the regular waitresses as she cleared the table from the previous customer. When she moved away he opened the newspaper that had been left behind, turning straight to the crossword and was immersed in it when Ianto rejoined him with their mugs of coffee which he put down on the table before moving behind Jack to rest his chin on his Captain’s shoulder and slide his arms around him.

“They’ll bring the brioche out in a minute – there’s a fresh batch in the oven, almost ready... How’re you getting on?”

Jack held up the paper. “Not bad, stuck on two down – ‘to shorten by’, eight letters...cryptic clue ‘period clothes case precedes something eaten...any ideas?”



“period clothes case – trunk, something eaten – ate...truncate”

Jack filled in the letters, grinning, ”ok, how about nine across, ‘showing, visible’, twelve letters, starts with a d, ends in l-e...”

“what’s the cryptic clue?”

“Angels’ foe are within a dining piece...”

“...demonstrable...” Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack frowned trying to follow the clue, “demons are the angels’ foe and if you put an ‘r’ in the middle of the word ‘table’ and fit it all together you get ‘demonstrable’” smiling as Jack filled in the letters triumphantly.

“How’d you know all this stuff..?”

“I know everything remember!” he pressed a soft kiss to the older man’s neck, releasing him as the waitress approached their table with their order – fresh brioche warm from the oven with some maple twists.

Jack immediately abandoned any further attempts to complete the crossword and concentrated on their breakfast. They ate contentedly, enjoying the sunshine and the simple normal-ness of the situation. Ianto glanced at the tubs of dancing tulips and daffodils arranged at intervals alongside the glass front of the shop. He chuckled. Jack followed his gaze and laughed, “ thinking about Owen’s little brush with those alien tulips? He wasn’t impressed when we laughed at the attack on his gonads – poor sod! It was a week before he could walk normally again..!”

“At least we know it didn’t damage him permanently...Tosh looks good, pregnancy suits her... I hope they enjoy their long weekend away – I booked them into the Presidential Suite...” Ianto smiled fondly as Jack reached across the table to take the young Welshman’s hand, rubbing his thumb gently over his knuckles.

Looking up Ianto saw the waitress watching them intently. As she caught his eye she blushed and looked away and busied herself with clearing another table. “We’ve got an audience...” he murmured, “...she must think we’re hot!” he chuckled.

Jack squeezed his hand. “She’s waiting to see what you’ll say...” he gazed into Ianto’s beautiful blue eyes, the Welshman gasping at the depth of emotion blazing out of his Captain’s blue grey depths.

“Jac...” he broke off as Jack continued.

“Did you know that today is the first day of Spring? ‘course you do – you know everything!” he grinned nervously at the puzzled Welshman. “Back on Boshane, the first day of Spring was a National holiday...the new season symbolised new hope and new life...” He slipped from his chair and sank down onto one knee, still holding tightly on to Ianto’s hand.

“I love you Ianto Jones, just you...only you...would you share new hope and new life with me...will you...marry me?” His free hand delved into his coat pocket and bought out a small velvet box which he flipped open to reveal matching white gold bands.

Ianto gazed at his Captain, his mouth forming goldfish-like circles as he was rendered speechless. Neither noticed the other customers had fallen silent, all holding their breath to hear the young man’s answer...

With no words forthcoming from his stunned brain, Ianto flung himself into Jack’s arms and crushed their mouths together, kissing him with a passion that made the air surrounding them sizzle from the heat, hands cupping faces and tangling in hair until they broke off for air and Ianto found his voice “yesyesyesyesyesyes..!” as Jack slid the ring onto his finger and he did the same for Jack. Ianto jumped as the customers and waitresses clapped and cheered, along with a dozen or so passers by who’d stopped to watch the two men wrapped around each other on their knees.

Blushing profusely and grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Ianto got up from the floor and tugged Jack up with him, whispering in his ear as he leant down, “...take me to bed, Jack, make love to me...

Jack looked at the waitress, “...could we have the bill please?” he asked, knowing he was grinning inanely but unable to stop himself.

“Boss says it’s on the house...and congratualtions...”

“Thank you...” Both men smiled and wound their arms around each other’s waists as they left the coffee shop table and hurried back towards the hub. Once on the invisible lift they sank into a tight embrace as their lips met in a tender kiss. As the lift descended and he lost himself in Jack’s kisses, Ianto reflected that his life was now perfect...


zazajb: (kiss)

Title: Shut up...and kiss me!
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, brief mention Tosh
Spoilers – none set s1
Summary: First real kiss... Words 1550

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

A/N Happy Birthday to [ profile] sariagray This is for you :D

A/N1 Check out my fic offer over at [ profile] help_japan  – your chance to star in a TW fic...maybe you always fancied being a hero or a villain or getting up close and’s your chance! Please bid – it closes tomorrow! [I was the last comment on page 6 but may shift to page 7 if other comments get replies]

Shut up...and kiss me!

Jack gazed at the rear view of his elusive Welshman as the object of his desires studied the latest in a long line of alien artefacts that had been slung unceremoniously into boxes and shoved out of sight on the lower levels for as far back as Jack could remember. Over the past few weeks Ianto had managed to sort and categorise an impressive number of objects and there was no doubt that he would bring order to the chaos that currently reigned below stairs...

For the moment, though, Jack was content to check out the tantalising vision of a jacket-less Ianto, the fabric of his blue pinstriped trousers stretched taut across that gorgeous arse as he bent over the artefact and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing strong manly forearms... Jack remembered how he’d gripped those arms as Ianto had rolled them over and over on the grubby floor of that warehouse the night they’d captured Myfanwy...he’d felt the attraction instantly – and the Welshman’s matching reaction... How they hadn’t just gone for it, there and then on the floor... He squirmed in his chair as his trousers became uncomfortably tight and dragged his thoughts away from the path of wicked temptation...

He steepled his fingertips together and leant back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on the figure working diligently on the screen as he pondered his feelings towards the young Welshman. They’d traded meaningful looks, suggestive comments and ‘accidental’ brushes of hands as Jack’s coffee mug changed ownership and that was far... Moaning softly at the throbbing heat in his pants, Jack considered his own unusual actions – he’d never been as patient or as subtle before – by now he’d have had anyone else bent over his desk, enjoyed and, more than likely, forgotten already... Ianto Jones was different...he didn’t know how or why, but this one was special... Reluctantly he flicked off the screen and tried to concentrate on his reports as the day crawled slowly onwards.

The roller door clanked shut behind Tosh, who, as usual, was the last to leave. Jack hurriedly pulled open a file and arranged it as if he was working – in reality he’d been pacing his office watching Tosh and willing her to go home because the game never started until they were alone. He found he looked forward to these moments more and more as the days turned into weeks, and again, he surprised himself with his self control, allowing the young Welshman to set the pace...

Moments later Ianto appeared along the gantry – God he looked so hot in a silk tied at his throat... Jack’s brain went into meltdown as he pictured himself kissing his way down that pale neck, biting down just below collar level hard enough to leave a mark him as his... His breath hitched as his entire blood supply fled southwards and he let out an involuntary moan...

Ianto’s footsteps got closer. Jack forced himself to look at the file in front of him, staring at the words without seeing any of them. “Coffee, sir?”

Those delicious Welsh vowels sent a fresh surge of heat to his groin and it took all his willpower to suppress another wanton moan.

“Thanks Ianto...” he pitched his voice low and glanced up, their eyes meeting momentarily and he was struck by the expression in the younger man’s deep blue pools – it was curiosity, hunger, desire, determination and nervousness all tangled up together. The Welshman blushed and looked away, reaching across his Captain to place the mug on the I      Wales coaster. He flinched when their arms touched and Jack noticed that Ianto was trembling as slim fingers released their grip on the steaming beverage.

Instinctively he grabbed the young man’s hand as it retreated slowly. Simultaneous gasps echoed around the office as both felt the electric charge when skin touched skin... Jack’s arms closed convulsively around the pinstripe clad Welshman and tugged him bodily into his lap, Ianto leaning automatically into the warmth of the embrace. As Jack bent his head to brush his lips against that delectable soft mouth he felt the young man freeze... Without loosening his hold around the other man’s waist, Jack moved one hand to stroke gently through Ianto’s hair, maintaining his proximity to those tantalisingly pink lips until he felt the Welshman begin to relax, relishing the heavy warmth of his body as it pressed against him...

The hand threading through his hair moved to caress the young man’s neck and face as Ianto snaked his arms around Jack’s neck to pull him closer, immersing himself in Jack’s 51st Century pheromones before their lips met and he sank into the kiss, opening his mouth tentatively as Jack nibbled his bottom lip and slid his tongue in to slow dance with his own. He let out a soft moan at the sensations coursing through him – he’d never been kissed like this before, nothing even came close to the knee-melting pulses of pleasure that left him tingling all over and he was bereft when Jack gently pulled away...


“You’re shaking...”Jack whispered, cupping the young man’s cheek and stroking it softly with his thumb.


“...not...” Ianto mumbled, unconsciously leaning towards Jack’s hand...his lips quivering and slightly parted, feeling a needy whimper building...


“ want me to stop..?”


“” pleading...


Jack leant in again and claimed Ianto’s lips with his own, softly, holding back, not wanting to scare the young man off. Ianto gasped against his mouth and pulled his Captain closer, deepening the kiss and sending his tongue to explore every nook and cranny of the older man’s mouth. Passions rising, they abandoned pretence and broke off for air, panting, before diving back in, the kiss hot and messy now, Jack tangling a hand in the young man’s hair, pressing him close...the world stopped turning as kiss followed kiss and his senses swam...


They pulled apart to draw breath and Jack pushed Ianto gently off his lap, guiding him to sit on the desk, files crumpled beneath him, forgotten completely... Moving into the gap between the young man’s knees, Jack wrapped his arms tightly around him, Ianto moaning with pleasure as his mouth was devoured once more by his Captain and his head spun...Jack was intoxicating, lips so responsive, kisses ranging from soft and sweet to hard and passionate, their bodies pressed together, twin arousal straining against the restriction of clothing as they lost themselves in the wondrous sensations of endless kisses... Hands ran over clothing and raked through hair as Jack plundered the Welshman’s mouth hungrily - the kiss hot and open mouthed, lips plump and slippery as they writhed against each other, tongues duelling wildly, hearts pounding in their chests...


They broke apart briefly to recharge their oxygen supply and sank straight back into more toe-curling, spine-tingling delicious kisses. One of Jack’s hands moved to frame Ianto’s face, cupping it lovingly as his fingers slid down the young man’s cheek and around the back of his neck.

Ianto’s free hand tangled in his Captain’s hair, holding him closer still, breathless pants and wanton moans lost as the two men kissed each other into oblivion...


Finally they pulled apart, gasping, and rested their foreheads together as they forced air back into their lungs. Jack tipped Ianto’s face up to gaze into his eyes, noting the lust blown pupils and the slightly glazed look... He pulled back a little more to drink in the sight of the Welshman – lips pink and swollen, cheeks flushed and hair completely dishevelled...he looked edible...


“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time...” he breathed against the younger man’s ear, delighting in the shudder that rippled through the warm body in his arms as his lips brushed the skin with the lightest of touches, “...and I think you have too...judging by the responses...” Jack’s hands slid down Ianto’s back and cupped the cheeks of his backside, tugging him forward to the edge of the desk so he could grind their hips together.


Ianto let out a low moan as hot spikes of desire shot through him and he arched against his Captain, growling in a voice thick with want, “Just shut up, Jack...and kiss me..!” as Jack’s lips crushed against his own...losing themselves in the heady sensation of hot, wet, open mouthed kisses and the world around them faded away...  



This was left deliberately vague as to the team at the time and no episodes were referred when do you think they had their first proper kiss???

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

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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

This is for [ profile] aviv_b  and [ 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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...



...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...



zazajb: (safe in your arms)

Title: Can’t fight this feeling any more...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, mentions of team
Spoilers : Set in Something Borrowed, minor mentions of previous episodes
Summary: Jack and Ianto reflect on how they feel about their relationship... Words 2050

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song of the same name, sung here by REO Speedwagon

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

A/N 1 For [ profile] iantosdreamer46  hold on to those dreams... *hugs close*  and [ profile] debmommy22 welcome :D

I can’t fight this feeling any more...

Ianto stood at the edge of the dance floor, his eyes fixed on the gently swaying couple. They fitted together perfectly as they gazed at each other...he bent his head forward towards her, she spoke, softly no doubt, as he moved closer to hear her and the grip on her hand tightened as he smiled tenderly at her...

Ianto fought back the wave of jealousy that threatened to overwhelm him, biting down so hard on his bottom lip that he tasted the coppery tang of blood. Admit it, he told love him... That bit was easy – of course he loved Jack...had loved him for a very long was actually saying those three little words and letting the rest of the world see it that scared the shit out of him...

His mind drifted back to the previous evening...after a quiet drink with Rhys he’d returned to the Jack and Jack’s bed where they’d kissed and writhed their way into the early hours, finally falling asleep sated and wrapped in each other’s arms. A tiny smile curved the corners of his mouth at the memory, fading as he cursed himself for not being able to show how he felt... I can’t fight this feeling any longer, and yet I’m still afraid to let it flow...

He couldn’t imagine a life without Jack...Jack had saved him – saved him from himself after Lisa...he’d believed in him, been there...a gentle touch when the demons of the night had left him screaming, a friendly face around the hub when the team had regarded him as a leper for his betrayal and gradually he’d lost himself to everything that was Jack...what started out as friendship has grown stronger...

He’d had a chance earlier to show Owen what he and Jack were to each other...he grimaced at the recollection of how quickly he’d changed the subject as the medic had interrupted their slightly off topic conversation over his excellent choice of Gwen’s replacement wedding dress...I only wish I had the strength to let it show...

In the quiet of the night, when he was wrapped in Jack’s arms he could admit that he wanted more – he wanted to scream it from the rooftops...stroll through the city centre his hand firmly clasped in his dashing Captain’s for all the world to many times he’d almost blurted it out to Rhi when she’d badgered him for the name of the girl who’d put the sparkle back into his eyes...I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever...

What was it that kept him from publicly claiming his man? Honestly? It wasn’t confusion – not any more, he’d long since accepted that it wasn’t men, it was Jack...only Jack...I say there is no reason for my fear, ‘cause I feel so secure when we’re together...

He knew he’d follow Jack to the end of the universe if he could...Jack had given his life purpose again...a reason for living like he’d never known give my life direction, you make everything so clear... Visions of chasing weevils across the Wetlands Reserve, cornering a Hoix in the bus station and shivering knee-deep in a slime filled pool at midnight as they attempted to capture a basilisk-type creature from the Caelum system...and even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight...

In their world of madness, of aliens, the rift and everything they saw, Jack was his anchor- the one he came home’re a candle in the window on a cold dark winter’s night... He pondered briefly on when he’d actually fallen for his Captain, mentally shrugging when he realised that it was an impossible question...the attraction had been evident from the very beginning - even when it had all been for Lisa - when they’d rolled around on the floor of that grubby warehouse as an unconscious Myfanwy crashed beside them...and then there was the coat...he loved that coat...and I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might...

He came back to his immediate surroundings as he realised his feet had moved and he was heading towards the two dancers...and I can’t fight this feeling any more – I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for... He stopped beside them and coughed deliberately, a newfound confidence bubbling up from the soles of his highly polished shoes, sweeping through him as he turned towards the man he loved with every fibre of his’s time to bring this ship into the shore and throw away the oars forever...

The look on Gwen’s face was priceless as he slipped into Jack’s arms in her place...’cause I can’t fight this feeling any more – I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for... It was time he showed the world what the team knew already – that he’d die for his Captain and nothing would keep him from his side...and if I have to crawl upon the floor...the memory of dragging himself across the damp earth after a bloody battle with two weevils which he’d had to shoot after they’d knocked him down and killed Jack, so he could be there when his Captain revived, cradling his lifeless body in his arms until that moment when he was thrown brutally away from the blackness...come crashing through your door...

His eyes met Jack’s, surprise registering in the blue grey depths and he tried to convey the tumultuous thought processes that had finally pushed him to risk his, I can’t fight this feeling any more... He’d felt a momentary flicker of fear as Gwen moved away to rejoin her husband and he was if..? Then Jack had tugged him closer and he’d breathed in that intoxicating aroma that was just Jack and everyone else had faded was just him...and Jack and those impossible daydreams that this could ever possibly work...

But he was dancing with him now...and that’s all that mattered...


He was dancing with Gwen, gazing at her fondly, his lovely Gwen happily married after a complete nightmare day – a typical Torchwood-does-weddings kind of day with razor-toothed aliens, terror and big guns...but that was the beauty of these people...they didn’t give up...and Gwen had shone like a radiant star as she’d battled through adversity, refusing to let anything stop her from marrying the man she loved...and he adored her for that...

“Will you miss me while I’m gone?”

“...always...” I need you Gwen Williams, you keep me grounded, in this time, in this place

“What will you do?”

“The usual: pizza, Ianto, save the world a couple of times...” His mind filled with images...Ianto laughing as I feed him pizza, Ianto wrapped in my arms as I kiss him hard, Ianto beside me anywhere I go...and a warmth spread through him at the thoughts of his gorgeous Welshman, his heart missing a beat as he looked up to see the young man stood in front of him, waiting to cut dance with the bride...

Delighted surprise rippled through him as Ianto moved into the space vacated when Gwen had turned towards her new dance partner, only to find herself reaching towards empty air... Glancing at them with a broad grin she glided across the floor to rejoin her husband, the assembled group smiling fondly at the two men...

Jack’s eyes met Ianto’s clear blue depths, seeing the hidden insecurities lurking beneath the bold determination to show the love he felt for his Captain...Jack’s stomach flipped several times as he realised with a start that it was love...he loved this man... His mind ran at nine hundred miles an hour as he tugged the young man closer, feeling him melt into the embrace, and they swayed softly in time with the music. The room and everyone else faded into the distance – it was just him and his gorgeous, beautiful, wonderful Welshman...

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you...he hitched his breath as he recalled meeting Ianto in the woods – his bravery as he helped him fight off a blood-crazed weevil in those figure-hugging jeans...followed by their meeting outside the Tourist Information – that coffee had blown his mind, but he’d resisted...for now... After their encounter in that grubby warehouse as they’d rolled around the floor with an unconscious pteranodon crashed beside them, he’d known there was something special about this young man – besides the undoubted sex appeal and the way he looked in a suit...I’ve been running around in circles in my mind...

Even after Lisa, when the depth of his betrayal had been evident, there was still something about him...something that he couldn’t explain to himself, let alone to the others, that kept him from administering a stiff dose of retcon and dumping him miles from Cardiff...this one was worth a second chance...and it always seems that I’m following you... Ianto had proceeded to show him unwavering loyalty and hidden depths as they’d tentatively explored the beginnings of their relationship, quietly dismantling all of Jack’s barriers that had kept his heart firmly locked away...’cause you take me to the places that alone I’d never find...

Ianto became his matter where the storm threw him, no matter how fierce the battles, Ianto protected him with his unwavering love and support...with Ianto he could be himself...just Jack...and in his arms he found complete acceptance and a peace he hadn’t known existed...and even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight - you’re a candle in the window on a cold dark winter’s night... Little by little he fell in love...and I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might...

How come he never realised before this moment? Looking back it all seemed so obvious... He tightened his hold on the warm body in his arms and inhaled the unique scent that was just Ianto...and I can’t fight this feeling any more...all of his fears seemed to melt away when he had Ianto in his arms...I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for...

He knew one day he’d have to let him go, knew his heart would break into a million pieces...too soon...he wanted to keep him by his side forever...but he needed to make the most of every second until’s time to bring this ship into the shore and throw away the oars forever...

His lips brushed the side of Ianto’s neck as he lost himself in the warmth of their embrace, fingers curling around the younger man’s...’cause I can’t fight this feeling any more – I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for... Another wave of memories crashed through his brain...realising how close he’d come to losing him...and if I have to crawl upon the floor...scrabbling over to Ianto’s crumpled body where he’d landed after Lisa had flung him across the hub, kissing him back to life – the relief when those soft and sensual lips had begun to kiss him back... Then there was that time during his suspension when Ianto had refused to answer his phone...he’d been so fragile, so emotionally vulnerable and Jack had feared the worst, jumping into the SUV to check...come crashing through your find a bemused, very wet - very naked - Welshman in the shower wondering why his front door was hanging off its hinges...

Jack smiled into Ianto’s hair, baby I can’t fight this feeling any more... He pulled back just enough to gaze into his eyes, whispering those words he’d put off saying for so long before capturing his lips in a searing kiss... Resisting for a split second, the Welshman melted into Jack’s embrace, relishing the warmth of his lips against his own, his soft moan lost as their tongues danced sensuously and he wrapped his arms tighter around the man he adored, pulling him closer...

Breaking apart, long, sweet minutes later, Ianto smiled tenderly as he threaded his hand gently through Jack’s hair, “ you too...” before surrendering once more to the pleasures of Jack’s mouth as he was kissed into oblivion...’cause I can’t fight this feeling any more...



zazajb: (you)

Title: There’s a reason...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, mentions of team
Spoilers – none, set mid s2
Summary: a school trip, a painting and a pleasant surprise... Words 2100

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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 [ profile] iantosdreamer46 and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: romance; wish, stage, canvas ‘Wait, it’ll only take a minute or two!’

Thank you to [ profile] too_beauty [ profile] iolo1234 [ profile] sassysailorgirl [ profile] jedi_harkness and [ profile] badly_knitted  the lovely mystery gifts. Love you all so this is for you...

There’s a reason...

Ianto moaned against Jack’s mouth as his Captain did that thing with his tongue that made his toes curl and sent his entire blood supply charging southward. Tangling his hands in the older man’s still damp hair, he pressed closer, passions rising as they writhed in Jack’s tiny bunk.

Breaking apart, panting heavily, Ianto gazed into Jack’s lust-blown eyes, reading desire, need and love in equal measure... Wrapping his legs around his Captain’s he rolled them over so he finished on top, grabbing Jack’s hands to bring them over his head before pinning them to the bed. Jack arched up against him, lips parted as he let out tiny gasps of anticipation...

Ianto leant on Jack’s hands, breathing into his ear “hands stay where they touching...okay?” He nibbled on Jack’s earlobe as his Captain nodded eagerly, the game well practiced and guaranteed to bring exquisite release as each attempted to out-last the other... Ianto scraped his teeth lightly down the side of Jack’s neck, sucking the skin hard to leave a trail of tiny bruises, drawing a hiss of combined pain and pleasure from the older man.

Grinning, the Welshman shuffled backwards, the drag of hot skin on hot skin sending shudders of desire through his Captain and a breathless ” I-a-n-t-o...” floated from between pink kiss-swollen lips. Jack’s hands clenched involuntarily as a warm tongue swirled lazily around his left nipple and teeth nipped gently, teasing the hardened nub of flesh. The moist trail meandered across his chest to impart similar treatment to his other nipple as Ianto’s hand danced downwards, just his fingertips making the lightest of contact with Jack’s skin...

Jack mewled and writhed, arching desperately towards the touch, lost in the tantalising sensations of every brush of the young man’s mouth and fingers... Pulling back, Ianto gazed at his Captain, debauched and completely undone...he loved seeing him like this, knowing that at moments like this he was simply Jack, not a leader or a hero...centuries of saving-the-world responsibilities temporarily lifted as he was pleasured into orbit...

The needy whimper died on Jack’s lips as Ianto’s mouth re-established contact with his skin, trailing lower as his fingers now tiptoed backwards, ghosting the entrance to Jack’s body... Jack’s breath hitched in his throat as Ianto’s hot breath teased his sensitive flesh before his mouth closed over him and he let out a strangled moan, waves of pleasure building inexorably from his toes upwards, gathering pace as he moved ever closer to the bliss of release...

Flicking his tongue just so, Ianto hummed, knowing his Captain was close, the gasps and moans now interspersed with mumbled words from a variety of languages...

The rift alert blared out, startling them from their exclusive paradise and they froze momentarily. Ianto sat up, the wails of protest from his Captain both fervent and explicit...

Their eyes met, frustration sharing centre stage with rueful acceptance of duty, as they slid off the bed and reached for their clothes, scrabbling at the tangle of garments hastily discarded before their shower earlier... Jack was first up the ladder, tapping into the system at Tosh’s workstation... He frowned at the screen as Ianto joined him, resting his chin on the older man’s shoulder as he stood behind him.

“The Welsh Gallery?”

“That’s what is says...” Jack tapped a few keys, “yeah, looks like it’s several the Expressionist Hall...” he sighed heavily, “I wish it’d waited...just...”

Ianto’s arms tightened around his waist and he turned in the embrace to kiss his Welshman softly before they grabbed their coats and headed for the SUV.

Arriving at the Welsh Gallery, Jack used alien tech to open the door noiselessly and they slipped into the dimly lit entrance hall. The night security guard was slumped at his station, his quiet snuffling snores reassuring their initial fear that he was dead. Ianto checked the hand held scanner and indicated the corridor on the left. They moved quietly along the passageway, stifling a gasp as they entered the Expressionist Hall to find a dozen silent, two feet high aliens accompanied by two slightly larger versions as the whole group gazed at the famous canvas in front of them.

Jack cleared his throat loudly and they swung round towards the sound, every face a mirror image of the The Scream they stood before. Jack dropped a reassuring hand on Ianto’s arm. “They’re Munchnarvians and not dangerous...and this looks like a pilgrimage...” he moved towards the group. “Captain Jack Harkness at your service...”

The tallest Munchnarvian met him and held out a three-fingered hand to shake Jack’s own extended hand. Ianto snuck his phone out of his pocket and took a couple of pictures of their visitors in front of the famous painting before joining Jack who was conversing animatedly in what Ianto assumed was the alien’s own language. As the Welshman joined him, Jack turned and explained rapidly, “ I thought, it’s a pilgrimage to show these children their most famous ancestor’s last resting place... They’ll be gone shortly once they’ve done their Resting Ritual...the guard’s out for another hour according to Baisooe here...just a sedative... I’ve said we’ll go for a wander while they finish...” He nodded at the alien, grabbed Ianto’s hand and tugged him away down the corridor until they came to what was some kind of storage area. He pushed the Welshman up against the wall and kissed him soundly, hands raking over his body as he ground their hips together.

Ianto wriggled out of Jack’s arms, “not here Jack...not like this...with Munchnarvians, and children, just down there...”

Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand and pressed it against the hot swelling in his trousers “...we were interrupted earlier...” his voice heavy with want...

No, Jack...not here...” he turned to walk back down the corridor, frowning as Jack grabbed him and tugged him back.

“Wait,’ll only take a minute or two...I need you...

Ianto snatched his hand away, “this isn’t the back room at Babylon and I’m not doing it here..!” He turned and stalked away, “sometimes it’s about more than what you want, Jack...I’ll be in the Impressionist Hall when we’re ready to go...” he threw over his shoulder, leaving Jack open mouthed and wondering where he’d gone wrong...

Fifteen minutes later, the Munchnarvian teacher, Baisooe, found him still leant against the wall, hands driven deeply into his packets as he surveyed his shoes moodily. He straightened and followed the alien, walking through the Impressionist Hall to where Ianto was gazing at the different works of art there.

“I’m sorry...” he said quietly, sliding his hand into the Welshman’s, “I wasn’t thinking...”

Ianto glanced at him, reading genuine regret in those blue grey depths. He smiled minutely and squeezed their joined hands, following Baisooe back as he rejoined his class. They shook hands and the Munchnarvians shimmered briefly and were gone. They stood looking at the painting for several minutes, grinned at each other, before heading back to the hub where they curled up in each other’s arms and fell asleep.

The next two days were full of weevils, rift alerts, space junk and two dozen trays of sentient bedding plants at B & Q that caused havoc and ended with a mammoth retcon session in the cafe... Ianto had been on his feet for forty hours straight and was exhausted, his face pale and dark shadows under his eyes. Taking the steaming mug of coffee from him, Jack led him firmly by the hand to the ladder and settled him in the tiny bunk after removing his shoes, tie and jacket, ignoring the Welshman’s feeble protests as he lay down, his eyes closing the moment his head hit the pillow. Pressing a soft kiss to the young man’s cheek, Jack returned to his office, piled his files up neatly before grabbing his coat and heading down to the main hub. After a quiet word with Tosh, he left, the roller door blaring closed behind him.

When Ianto woke two hours later he was surprised to find himself dressed and alone in Jack’s tiny bed. He struggled to his feet and climbed back up into Jack’s office, further surprised to find it not only clean and tidy, but apparently deserted as well. He ventured out to gaze down onto the main hub – Tosh was working at her computer, there was no sign of Gwen or Owen.

“Tosh? Where is everyone?”

Smiling, Tosh looked up at him. “Hey, you feeling any better now? Gwen’s gone home...some romantic thing she’s going to with Rhys...y’know – Valentine’s Day... Owen’s gone to get Chinese and Jack’s been summoned to the Welsh Assembly for some emergency protocol conference...he said as soon as you’re awake can you go to your flat, collect the folder he left on the table and meet him at the Assembly building...” She shrugged gently, “he said sorry, but it looks like it’s going to be an all night-er...”

Grimacing, Ianto nodded and slid back down the ladder to retrieve his shoes, tie and jacket, bidding Tosh a quiet farewell as he headed down for his car. He didn’t hear Tosh get out her mobile and make a brief call...

It was raining and he cursed at the traffic, rush hour in Cardiff was a nightmare, he concluded, finally pulling up outside his flat. He jumped out and ran up the stairs, bursting through his front door to discover the delicious aroma of Tandori spices that made his stomach rumble, and an apron...the sight brought him to an abrupt standstill, his mouth open, eyes wide...

“Ianto?” Jack’s voice resonated uncertainty shit, this is too much...too domestic...

“’s this for?”

“For you...” he tugged the Welshman towards him by his lapels and kissed him softly. “You were right...and sometimes I just need reminding... There’s a reason the hub works so well, why we’re all fed and watered, why we’re not knee-deep in alien carcasses, why those people who’ve seen the most awful things can sleep soundly without fear of nightmares...why I’m the happiest I’ve been in so long...and it’s all down to you’re the reason...

He met Ianto’s eyes anxiously, relief spreading through him at the love blazing from those clear blue depths and the tiny smile that curved the corners of those soft and sensual lips...lips that begged to be kissed as he crushed their mouths together for a deep and tender kiss that left them tingling when they came up for air.

“Now, you, Mr Jones, have an appointment with a bath and I need to finish the dinner...” He propelled Ianto gently towards the bathroom, the young man gaping as they passed the table laid with proper linen, crystal glasses, a single red rose across one place setting...only to gasp aloud as he was steered into the steam-filled room. Scented candles flickered enticingly around the room and a fragrant bath of bubbles was ready, soft fluffy towels were set out on the heated rail and Ianto’s favourite relaxing classics played softly from Jack’s ipod...

Turning to face his Captain, he kissed him tenderly, hands threading through his hair as their tongues explored each other’s mouths carefully, every brush and flick laden with emotion... Ianto moaned softly as his senses soared and he melted into the embrace. Breathing heavily, they rested their foreheads together as they recharged their lungs.



“The dinner...can it...wait..?” He met Jack’s gaze...hopefully.

“It’s on timer...” Jack smiled, his just-for-Ianto-when-we’re alone-smile, as the young man reached for the tie on the back of the apron before capturing his lips once more...

Much later as he lay curled around the sated sleeping warmth of his gorgeous Welshman Jack sighed happily, content in the knowledge that he belonged here, in this this bed...and Ianto...Ianto was the reason...after centuries of wondering, Captain Jack Harkness finally knew he was home.



zazajb: (coming home)

Title: Worth living for...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – SoD/LotT: DW; set in the days just after KKBB TW S2, mentions of past character deaths
Summary: Sequel to Worth dying for – their date and that conversation. Words 2300

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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, ijs [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Requested sequel to Worth Dying for.

A/N1 For [ profile] iolo1234  – I know I promised you this a long time ago...hope it was worth the wait!


Worth living for

The rest of the day was uneventful, with nothing more than some space junk in the park which they were able to pass off as a broken tail rudder from a light aircraft. Jack had insisted Gwen buy them all Mr Whippy soft ice creams from the van by the swings which was why Ianto was now bent over awkwardly in the foot-well of the SUV, jacket off and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, cleaning the innumerable sticky drips that had fallen as Jack had rushed himself, Gwen, their crumpled hunk of Ruxtillian freighter and five rapidly melting ‘99’s with extra sprinkles back to the hub...

“I know you’re there, Jack!” Ianto’s voice was muffled as he rubbed away the offending marks on the carpet.

“Just enjoying the view..!” Jack chuckled and pressed himself against the Welshman’s back, “you have no idea what it does to me...” his voice dropped an octave, “...I sent the others home...”

“I know exactly what it does to you...sir...” Ianto rolled his vowels and pushed back against the hard swelling in the other man’s trousers, twisting his hips just enough to draw a low moan from his Captain.

Ducking out from the confined space of the SUV he straightened up and turned to face Jack, whose arms had immediately wrapped themselves around him, tugging him in close. Ianto smiled into the kiss as their lips met and he melted into the embrace, opening his mouth as their kiss deepened so their tongues could dance the rumba against the backdrop of mounting desire... It was many long and pleasurable minutes before they came up for much needed oxygen, panting softly.

Jack buried his face in Ianto’s neck, pressing feather-light kisses against his skin, sending a series of tiny shivers down the Welshman’s spine and a gentle gasp escaped his deliciously pink, kiss swollen lips... Grinning, Jack released him and grabbed his hand, dragging him delightedly back towards the main hub and his office, thoughts of unwrapping his young man slowly playing out sensuously in his head... He tightened his grip on Ianto’s hand and increased his pace until they staggered into his office and he pressed his Welshman up against the door to kiss him senseless, Ianto’s hands tangling in his Captain’s hair as his senses flew...swept up in a rush of everything that was just Jack...

 Pulling apart, breathing heavily, Ianto wriggled regretfully out of Jack’s arms and stepped over to the coat rack to grab his jacket. Slipping into it, he grinned at Jack’s puzzled expression, “...our date...I need to go get ready...”

“Oh..! Yea...course...” Jack’s highly charged images of them writhing naked on his tiny bunk faded sadly...

“So, how do you want me?”

Or maybe not..? Ianto’s question reignited the fire in his groin and he reached out towards his Welshman, “ about naked and in my bed?”  

Rolling his eyes, Ianto stepped back out of Jack’s reach, “I meant, what’s the dress code..? Where are we going?” He grimaced “...or maybe you don’t really want to do this?” cold realisation smacking him painfully below the belt. Ianto sighed and turned away, his heart sinking, the old wounds reopening...perhaps Owen was right...Jack wasn’t interested in a relationship, just no-strings sex...a part-time shag...

“No! I mean casual...pick you up at seven?” Jack realised with horror that he’d come perilously close to blowing it...again...relieved to see the hint of a smile on the young man’s face...”I want to do this properly...”

“Proper first date?” the smile that spread over Ianto’s face melted Jack’s heart and drove away any misgivings he’d been harbouring...he didn’t do relationships...when had Ianto managed to get beyond all his barriers...lost in his mental meanderings he almost missed the rest... “...shy hand holding, tentative looks and if you’re lucky, a chaste kiss goodnight?”

Jack spluttered, “yes...yes if that’s what you want...” he’s worth it...he’s really worth it...the truth hit him like a steam train and he met Ianto’s gentle gaze, “we’ll do this properly...”

Ianto nodded, “seven then...”

Moments later the roller door closed behind him. Jack pondered on where to go, grinning to himself as the perfect place popped into his head. He dug out his mobile and tapped out a quick message before sliding down the ladder into his room to sort out his clothes...

At five to seven, as Jack pulled up outside, Ianto sauntered out to meet him before he had a chance to stop the engine. Jack’s breath caught in his throat – Ianto looked amazing in black trousers that hugged his backside, a deep red silk shirt, a simple silver-buckled belt and his short black wool coat that hung open...

Opening the door, Ianto slid in beside him. Jack was just staring at him, his mouth making goldfish-like circles... Ianto smirked, Jack – speechless – not a usual phenomenon! He leant across and planted a soft kiss on his Captain’s lips, cupping his face and sliding his tongue into the other man’s mouth as Jack responded, deepening the kiss. They broke apart when they ran out of air and Ianto retreated to his side of the car, fastening his seatbelt, before raising an eyebrow at his date...


“Uh! look...edible!” Jack smiled and pulled away from the kerb, cutting up a white van whose driver leaned on his horn and made some very distinctive hand gestures, all of which sailed over Jack’s head!

“Thanks...” Ianto glanced at Jack through his eyelashes and had to admit that the black trousers, black and white striped shirt open at the neck and leather jacket looked rather good...and the hair...spiked just a bit... “you too...” He smiled at Jack’s answering grin and gazed out of the window as they headed out of the city centre towards Cathays.

They swung into the car park and Jack turned the engine off, leaping out of the SUV and rushing round to open Ianto’s door for him, the action earning him a fond smile and a chuckle. He reached for the young man’s hand and entwined their fingers, squeezing gently, before tugging him towards the door of the restaurant.

Ianto looked around him with interest. The Armless Dragon had a quiet and intimate feel to it, the soft sounds of Ella Fitzgerald played in the background and the lighting was low, candles flickering on the tables adding to the cosy atmosphere. Jack glanced at him anxiously, relaxing when Ianto responded with a smile and a tightening of his hand.

“Captain..!” Ianto raised his eyebrows as Jack was swept into a huge hug by a black suited man, whose handsome face gave way to an ugly scar that swept from the side of his cheekbone down his neck and disappeared into his collar... “ going to introduce me..?” he asked as he released him and turned towards Ianto.

Jack grinned and draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulders, “Ianto this is Paul, Paul Ianto, my...partner...” Ianto’s heart leapt in a manner befitting a pubescent girl at the introduction, shaking Paul’s hand warmly.

Paul tugged lightly on the sleeve of Jack’s leather jacket, “where’s the coat tonight, huh? You always wear the big hero coat?” He turned to Ianto, “I love that coat...Jack saved me from a mugger about three years ago, encouraged me to claim compensation and then helped me set up this place...he’s my” he swung back to Jack, “my coat..?”

“ safe at home... Tonight it’s just me and heroes...just us...”

Nodding, Paul led them through the room towards the secluded booths at the back. They slid into it opposite each other after handing Paul their jackets. He leant towards Ianto to whisper in a conspiratory fashion “’re the first person he’s ever brought here...always comes alone...I used to worry...but now...” he winked at Ianto and bustled away.

Jack lifted the wine bottle that’d been ready waiting for them, “wasn’t exactly a mugger...” he frowned, “poor bloke was only outside having a smoke, he saw the weevil attack me and came to my aid – not the other way around...had to retcon him of course...this...” he waved his hand at their surroundings, “was his dream... We used to talk about it when he was in the hospital – I’d visit when I could – and then he got a letter from the Injury Compensation Board...” he shrugged at Ianto’s raised eyebrows, acknowledging that his date knew full well no such organisation existed and that it had been Jack who’d done this, “he was over the moon – finally he could have his own place... I try and come once a month...rift permitting and” His face darkened and he suppressed a shudder as memories of the year-that-never-was scurried across his brain...    

“Thought it looked like a classic weevil injury” Ianto said quietly, reaching his hand across the table to take hold of Jack’s. “Jack...” he rubbed his thumb gently against the warm flesh, “you have to stop dying needlessly...I know you come back but that doesn’t mean you have to be so reckless...” he squeezed Jack’s hand, “why d’you care so little about yourself...”

Jack leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to their joined hands. “You don’t understand...”

“Then make me understand...tell me Jack...there’s so much I don’t know about you...why must you die and suffer every time...” the low, even tone and the steel in his eyes telling Jack that he wasn’t going to bluff his way out of this one...

He looked down at their linked hands. “While I was away...with the Doctor...I saw so many things...bad things...” his voice dropped to a whisper so Ianto had to lean forward to hear him, “I saw the end of the world...and I many times a day...for a year...the Master...he tortured me...knives, guns, acid, many deaths...and with every revival I thought of was your face that kept me fighting...”

“Why’d he do it?” Ianto’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears, horrified at the thought of Jack enduring so much pain

“Because he could...because he thought the Doctor might break, knowing I was suffering... After that, any death here is nothing compared to it doesn’t matter...” he glanced up to meet Ianto’s eyes, gasping at the intensity of emotion in those deep blue depths.

“You listen to me Jack Harkness...” his voice shook as he tightened his grip on his Captain’s hand, “it does me...and you have to promise me that you’ll only sacrifice yourself if it’s the last’re...too important to me and I can’t bear to think of you suffering all that told me, much it hurts...and I don’t want to see you go through that if I don’t have to...promise me Jack...promise me you’ll live...

Leaning across the table, Jack hauled the Welshman in for a brief but hotly passionate kiss, releasing him as Paul returned to their booth with a jug of iced water. Ianto blushed as the man grinned happily at him and patted Jack’s shoulder. “He’s good for you Jack...I can see are you ready to order..?

They chose from the A Taste of Wales menu, sharing a starter platter of five small dishes including  smoked Monmouthshire chicken with avocado and Carmarthen ham crisps, Pembrokeshire spider crab tart and sewin (sea trout) pancakes with dill yoghurt. For their main course Ianto chose sirloin of Welsh Black beef with gratin potatoes while Jack opted for Brecon lamb with rosemary, saffron potatoes and spring greens.

As Paul departed with a wink at their joined hands, Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes, “I promise...but if it’ll save someone else’s life then I won’t”

“Deal! So, tell me some more about Paul...this place...” he brushed his thumb over Jack’s as he listened to his Captain enthusing about how the inspiration of fresh local ingredients and a hot, blue eyed architect with a cute arse had led them to Cathays...

The evening flew past in a haze of delicious food, good company and blissful surroundings and after some excellent coffee and a brief disagreement with Paul, who hadn’t wanted to give them a bill, but who’d relented after Jack insisted it wasn’t a proper date for Ianto unless Paul let Jack pay, they each gave the owner a hug and ventured out into the chilly night air.

Jack opened the car door for Ianto, only to find himself pressed up against the side of the SUV as the Welshman’s lips sought his and they kissed sweetly, hands threading through hair and sliding down bodies to press ever swellings straining against the restrictions of their trousers as the kiss deepened. They broke apart, briefly, to recharge their air supply, lips just millimetres apart, before sinking straight back into hot, open mouthed kisses as tongues explored excitedly and soft moans were lost against each other’s mouths...

“Take me home Jack...” Ianto’s eyes burned with desire as he gazed into Jack’s blue grey can come in

Jack drove them swiftly to Ianto’s flat where they staggered their way up the stairs, stopping on every landing for ever more frantic kisses until they fell through the front door in a tangled heap, each helping the other to shed their clothes as quickly as possible. As Jack slid the warm red silk from his Welshman’s shoulders he reflected briefly that this...Ianto...was most definitely worth living for...



The Armless Dragon is real....


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

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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...

“ 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.


“Yes...” he whispered into the Welshman’s neck as Ianto pulled back to look at him quizzically, “yes, it being hauled over broken’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 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 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, “’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’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’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” 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. “” 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’s...”

“Sshh, it’s ok...and you’ll never have to come back alone again...if I can be there I will shouldn’t ever have to go through that’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...

Requested sequel: Worth living for


zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

Title: Unexpected Song
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers : TTLM s2
Summary: Jack realises what Ianto means to him... Words 1100

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
A/N Inspired by the beautiful song of the same name sung here by Michael Ball [loads of versions to choose from but I wanted a male voice...]

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

A/N1 This crashed into my head when I was writing this week’s challenge and my romantic bunnies demanded that it was pinned to the keyboard...

For [ profile] crimsonkildare  - Happy Birthday sweetheart xxx


Unexpected song

It had been a very long and trying day. Tosh had taken Tommy was obvious what would be happening there...they’d formed a close bond and it was inevitable that Tosh would have her heart broken by the brave young soldier so far out of his own time...

Jack sat at his desk, absently shuffling through Tommy’s file, thinking of all the things that could go wrong, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders...sometimes it could be so lonely, so difficult to make the tough decisions knowing that it would cause someone else pain and suffering...

His heartbeat quickened at the familiar and reassuring sound of quiet measured steps as they approached up the stairs...

”...this time tomorrow he’ll be back in 1918...” Jack sighed imperceptibly as Ianto entered the room.

“ his own time...would you go back to yours...if you could..?”

The question took him by surprise and flustered, wrong-footed, his response came out all wrong...sounding flippant...uncaring... ”...why – would you miss me?” With a jolt like a bolt of lightening, Jack suddenly realised that uncaring was the total opposite of how he felt...he did care...very much... The realisation sent shivers of fear down his spine as he grappled with the word...the L word...he didn’t do that...not any more...not for so very long now... He hitched his breath as he found the barriers that had kept his heart safely locked away had gone...melted away by the gentle touch of this gorgeous Welshman...

As his brain raced at nine hundred miles an hour and his stomach was invaded by clouds of light winged fluttering creatures, Jack dragged himself back to the present,  Ianto’s simple and emphatic “Yep!” and tiny smile sending a warmth coursing through his body and the fluttering creatures into aerial acrobatics... I have never felt like this...for once I’m lost for words...your smile has really thrown me...

He chose carefully...hopefully... “I left home a long time ago...don’t know where I really belong...maybe that doesn’t matter anymore..?” this is not like me at all... His heart pounded wildly in his chest as Ianto perched on the edge of his desk, looking down at him...thoughtfully, considering...

“’t you get lonely..?” 

Jack’s synapses went into simultaneous meltdown and explosions of any I have you... It was like he was seeing clearly for the first time – nothing was quite so daunting with his Welshman by his side...the man he...he...loved...themanheloved...

“Going home wouldn’t fix that...” It wouldn’t...he knew that now...I never thought I’d know, the kind of love you’ve shown me... “Being here, I’ve seen things I never dreamt I’d see...loved people I never would’ve known if I’d just stayed where I was...” He looked up into those crystal blue eyes that blazed with love and lost himself in their depths... Now, no matter where I matter what I do... 

His head was filled with images...Ianto in the Tourist Office, his face alight as he enthused about their city...outside in the sunshine, leaning on the railings as they gazed out over the bay...his rapturous expression as he inhaled the aroma of that first coffee of the day - that special time with just the two of them alone in the hub before anyone else arrived...I see your face an unexpected song...

The images rocketed through his head thick and fast... Ianto’s hands trailing down Jack’s body, that look as their eyes met – soft. warm and full of unconditional love, unexpected song...that only we are hearing...those immaculate suits, the way he came undone as Jack kissed his way down his body and how he could reduce Jack to a quivering jelly with a look, a touch or a word...

I don’t know what’s going on – can’t work it out at all... how Ianto’s the first thing he thinks of in the morning and the last thing when he closes his eyes at night, wrapped around that warm and fragrant body, whatever made you choose me..? Jack’s heart missed a beat and his body trembled as he attempted to convey his emotions without words...I just can’t believe my look at me as though you couldn’t bear to lose me...

It was the realisation that the sun was brighter when Ianto was there and the world had a vibrancy that was diminished when he wasn’t and the air was somehow thinner...  Now, no matter where I matter what I do... Ianto in those jeans that first meeting in the woods over the inert body of a weevil, Ianto on top of him in that warehouse, I see your face appearing...

Ianto bringing him coffee, their fingers brushing as the mug changed ownership, Ianto’s face as he smiled that beautiful little smile so the corners of his mouth turned up...that gorgeous and sensual mouth that just begged to be kissed, like an unexpected song...Ianto holding him tenderly, reassuringly, when Jack gasps back to life...the agony muted by the comforting presence of this oh so perfect young Welshman, Ianto pressed up against him as he’s kissed into oblivion, Ianto’s limbs entangled with his own as their breathing slows...the afterglow radiating through them...satisfying...warm...I don’t ever want to be without unexpected song...that only we are hearing...

Jack took a breath... “...and I wouldn’t change that for the world...” like an unexpected song...
His heart beat erratically and his senses swam as Ianto crushed their mouths together and tenderly stroked his neck... Jack’s hands moved to caress the young man’s shoulder, then his face, as he returned the kiss, desperately, pouring the love and passion he couldn’t voice into the unexpected song...

They broke apart, panting hard... Neither spoke as Jack took Ianto’s hand and led him down to his cubbyhole where he undressed him slowly, caressing his body softly, lovingly, feather-light touches of silken skin leaving them quivering from heightened senses...every kiss laden with the weight of the words neither could get out... They made love tenderly, trembling hands exploring as if it was that first time all over again...both aware that the rules had changed...the game had moved on and they were powerless to stop it...that only we are hearing...



zazajb: (kiss queen)

Title: Truth...or Dare?
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Owen
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set just after start TW S2
Summary: sequel to He who dares...wins. Fun, fluff and frolics for the team... Words 4800

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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, jantosparkle [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N requested sequel to He who dares...wins. This is for [ profile] toshiani007  for her help with Gwen’s tattoos – thanks hun xxx

Truth...or Dare?

Two weeks after Rhys’ dinner Gwen bounced into the hub clutching a sheaf of potential tattoo designs to show Tosh. Her appointment was that afternoon and she’d whittled it down to a choice of six...

“Thanks Ianto...” as Gwen took her orange daisies mug and Tosh put her pink Princess mug down by the side of her computer before taking the plate with warmed petit pain au chocolat from the smiling Welshman. He peered over Gwen’s shoulder, catching Tosh’s amused gaze at the twin heart and flames design on the top – he wondered if Gwen realised it symbolised jealousy and he chuckled to himself as he headed towards Jack’s office with the remaining two mugs and another plate of warm pastries.  

Jack looked up from his paperwork as Ianto approached, his face breaking into that just-for-my-Welshman smile and he shoved the files aside to make room for the tray. He tugged the young man into his lap and kissed him, a deep lingering kiss that left Ianto’s head spinning and his knees weak.

 “What’re the girls giggling about?” Jack asked when they parted, panting softly.

Ianto grinned. “Gwen’s bought her final six tattoo designs in for Tosh to help her decide...her and Rhys are having them done this afternoon...” He brushed his lips against his Captain’s before reaching past him to grab their mugs and then settled himself more comfortably, leaning back against Jack’s chest to enjoy the full force of the aromatic coffee mingled with the intoxicating scent of everything that was Jack... He closed his eyes and let his senses fly, the familiar routine drawing a fond smile from the older man who waited until the Welshman’s eyes had opened again before continuing.

“So what’s she chosen?”

“I only saw the top one – entwined hearts with flames leaping from them...nice design but...”

“Yea..!” Jack chuckled, “...did you tell her that it’s the symbol for jealousy?”

“No, I’m leaving that to Tosh...just as well Owen’s not in yet, he’d have a field day! When’s he due back?”

“Midday, roughly, Martha said they’d have a quick debrief after breakfast and be out of there by ten o’clock...” Jack paused, frowning slightly, “...what’s Rhys having?”

“Welsh rugby emblem...”


“..on his shoulder... he’s had this planned for months..! Have you ever had a tattoo?”

Jack grinned, “a few...but they don’t body treats them as an injury and ‘heals’ them away...but I could get a big red heart with IJ 4 JH 4 EVER on it if you like..!” He laughed as Ianto rolled his eyes and slid off his lap. “...or I could have a big arrow pointing down from my navel with Property of Ianto Jones if you prefer..?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, the look in his eyes sending a shudder of desire through Ianto’s body as his blood supply headed southwards..

Glancing down at Tosh and Gwen who still had their heads bent over the designs, Ianto held out his hand, “...why don’t you show me just how that design would look...” gasping as Jack grabbed his hand and dragged him down the ladder to show him very precisely how and where and just what property of meant in terms of actions..! It was a frantic and mutually satisfying thirty minutes and they were belatedly immersed in the files on Jack’s desk when the girls knocked on the door and came in, grinning...

“Where’d you two get to..?” Gwen giggled and winked at Tosh.

“We’ve been here all morning...” Jack’s expression was the picture of innocence...

Tosh smiled knowingly, her gaze taking in the rumpled clothing, mussed hair, pink kiss swollen lips and Ianto’s slightly glazed eyes... Ianto met her gaze and blushed. “I’ll make some fresh coffee...” he murmured, reaching an elegant hand out toward the empty mugs. Jack intercepted his hand and held it, sliding his fingers through the younger man’s to link with his own. He squeezed gently, reassuringly...before turning his attention back to the ladies whose expressions were now ones of fondness...

“I’ve chosen my design...” Gwen was beaming excitedly as she held out the picture. It was a dainty design of butterflies and stars that wound around the ankle and the top of the foot...

“Good choice...that’s really you...” Ianto’s smile was warm and his comment sincere...Gwen and he didn’t always get on – in some ways they were like siblings vying for the adult attention [Ianto grimaced at the analogy of Jack in the role of the adult!] but he really meant it...

Jack nodded his agreement. “You can show them off at Tosh’s tonight...” he grinned at his team, “...ok, back to work! Ianto, fresh coffee and then that conference call with the PM; Tosh can you...” He was interrupted by the rift alert and they moved swiftly down to the main hub and Tosh’s work station, the pretty tech genius’ fingers flying over her keyboard.

“Penarth...on the beach...looks like a ship of some sort, unknown signature...fairly small...” she frowned at her screen, “...make that very small but there’s about twenty of them clustered together...”

Ianto was already moving towards Jack’s coat, the SUV keys in his hand. He held the coat open, smoothing the heavy wool over his Captain’s shoulders, the action intimate and familiar, before shrugging into his own coat and tossing the keys at Jack. Gwen grabbed her leather jacket off her chair as they headed down to the SUV and put their comm. units in...

“Co-ordinates sent to the movement as yet...” Tosh’s voice sounded in their ears. Moments later they were headed out towards the signal, blue lights flashing, hanging on as Jack’s energetic driving threw them around the inside of the car. Ianto tracked the signal on his hand-held scanner while Gwen liaised with Andy at the police station in case there were any frantic calls from members of the public.

Pulling up on the patch of scrubland that led down to the beach, they scrambled out, automatically checking their weapons before Jack led the way towards the signal. They gazed around them as they moved slowly forward, nothing visible on the shoreline...

“Tosh...we can’t see anything...they must be cloaked so you’ll have to guide us in...” Jack motioned to the others to stay put and cover him. Moving forward carefully, Jack eventually reached the first of the ships, tapping a code into his wrist strap he vanished from sight – just a disturbed patch of air showing where he’d been seconds earlier...

Ianto and Gwen ran forward, preparing to follow as Jack’s voice sounded over their comm. units. “It’s ok, I’m fine and there’s no danger...Tosh, can you set the scanner frequencies to Bakkraan mode...”

Gwen let out a gasp and Ianto grinned as the cluster of ships shimmered into view...each was the size of a SMART car and the shape of an almond with smooth elegant lines and the sheen of a metal that was definitely not of this earth. Jack waved them over, Ianto raising an eyebrow as they got close enough to see he was sat on the floor with tiny figures, about eighteen inches high, in silver spacesuits swarming all over him...

“Very Gulliver’s Travels!” he quipped, grinning.

“Meet the Tanamariaans...this is an entire colony here on their way to populate a new world – oh, don’t worry, not ours! They’re totally peaceful, just took a wrong turn at the edge of our solar system and the rift dragged them in...’ he broke off as the figure stood on his shoulder leant toward his ear. Whatever was said caused the Captain to burst into delighted laughter, and he clambered slowly to his feet, the tiny figures scattering as he moved towards the Welshman.

“They have a very advanced sense of smell” he said to the complete confusion of the two watching as the figure now sat on Jack’s epaulettes leant towards Ianto with obvious delight, “and they want to know why you smell so good..!” He pressed a light kiss on the end of Ianto’s nose. “I’ll tell you in a minute, just let me get the scene under control, take the Captain and sit him on your shoulder...tell him all about coffee – he’ll like that..!” With that remarkable statement Jack carefully picked up the silver-clad figure and sat him on the young man’s shoulder, turning immediately towards Gwen to reel off a list of things that needed doing to secure the area and make sure that nothing could be seen from the distant houses, plus unloading some supplies from the SUV that they were going to donate to the Tanamariaans.

Next he discussed with Tosh the plan for the ships to leave Earth’s atmosphere without attracting any unwanted attention, conferring with several of the tiny aliens and relaying their needs onwards. Finally, leaving their chief engineer with his mobile phone on live chat mode talking to Tosh, he returned to Ianto who was now surrounded with not just silver suits, but white clad and tiny pale green ones as well – the females and the children – Jack explained with a grin.

“You wanna know why you smell so good to them?”

Ianto nodded, “...yea, and why aren’t they overcome by your 51st century always smell amazing...” he blushed as Jack raised his eyebrows at the emphatic tone.

“They find me a bit too much – it’s too strong for them, but they can’t get enough of you! Ginger and lime shampoo, coffee, soap, gentleness, loyalty and love...that’s what they’re getting from you...” He counted the things off on his fingers, smiling softly at the young man’s confused expression. “They smell emotions and characteristics as well...and I thought we could donate your tie when they leave...something to remember you by?” He cupped Ianto’s face and kissed him lightly, grinning when the aliens all swooned.

The Captain, still on Ianto’s shoulder, leant to speak in his ear. The Welshman chuckled and nodded, reaching for Jack’s lapels to haul him in for a sweet and tender kiss that grew in intensity as tongues sought each other and danced delightedly, first in one mouth, then the other... When they broke apart, breathing heavily, it looked like the entire population of Tanamariaans had now surrounded them, all swaying happily...

Jack stroked his thumb over Ianto’s cheek, “I think love is their favourite aroma, don’t you...I’m just happy we can give it to them...” he gazed into the young man’s eyes, losing himself in the emotion that radiated out of those crystal blue depths, his own blue grey pools mirroring the sentiment. He kissed him again, delighting in the feel of those soft and sensual lips that moved perfectly against his own...

They pulled apart when Tosh sounded in their ears and swung back into work mode, Ianto helping Gwen to bring the supplies from the SUV as Jack liaised with their Captain, Chief Engineer and Tosh...there was still a rift window just off the shoreline and they’d utilise that energy to mask the movement of the ships through the atmosphere...

The Tanamariaans returned to their ships until just their Captain remained. He saluted the team and was visibly moved when Ianto presented him with his rolled up tie, “...for luck...” Ianto moaned softly as Jack gave him a passionate kiss [for luck!] and the tiny alien Captain swooned happily before disappearing into his ship. Jack, Ianto and Gwen retreated a short way along the beach as the ships took to the air, the shimmering craft vanishing into the sky as Tosh guided them through the Earth’s atmosphere and safely out into space where they sent a final farewell before engaging hyper-drive to leave the solar system...

Twenty minutes later they were back in the hub, fresh coffee and doughnuts in hand, as they uploaded the pictures from their phones onto the alien database. Jack slid a copy of a picture that showed Ianto with the Tanamariaan Captain on his shoulder, surrounded with hundreds of silver, white and pale green suited tiny figures into his keepsake box...for future dark times he told himself...precious memories...

The roller door blared, announcing the return of Owen and the departure of Gwen. Wishing her luck, they waved and immersed themselves in paperwork, the promise of an early finish if all the reports were completed... Tosh finished first and left around four after planting a steamy kiss on Owen’s lips much to Jack’s amusement as he watched her tiptoe to grab her man across the very unromantic part-autopsied carcass of a Blowfish! Owen made the most of her attentions, before promising not to forget the wine for the next team dinner that night... Forty minutes later, Owen had also left - destination Tesco!

The two of them left alone, Ianto made fresh coffee and fed the residents before joining Jack up in his office, slumping on the sofa as his Captain flirted outrageously with Martha on the phone, thanking her for the various updates and codes... Finally off the phone, Jack stacked the rest of his files up neatly and flopped down on the sofa, reaching out to wrap his Welshman into his arms before kissing him long and slow, hands tugging shirt from trousers to slide underneath to touch the warm flesh below... Ianto sank into the embrace, a low moan escaping his lips as Jack’s body pressed hard against his own.

They came up for air, faces flushed, lips pink and heartbeats racing...Jack threaded his fingers lovingly through Ianto’s hair as he peppered his face with feather light kisses... “...bed..!”he growled, breath hot against the young man’s ear. Ianto shuddered as want rippled through him and he scrambled eagerly down the ladder to be kissed into oblivion before Jack made love to him, wild passion sending his senses soaring until they howled their release and collapsed panting and trembling in a tangle of limbs...

They kissed sweetly, tongues swirly lazily as they enjoyed the warm glow that radiated through them. Ianto cupped his Captain’s face softly, gazing into his eyes, basking in the intensity of emotion swirling in those blue grey depths... “...we need to get ready...shower...” he murmured, grazing his teeth lightly down the side of the older man’s neck, grinning as he shuddered and leant into the touch... Sliding out of the tiny bunk Ianto held his hand out, “c’ can be in charge of the bubbles...” His eyebrow arched invitingly, chuckling as Jack leapt out of bed and propelled him into the bathroom.

Turning the shower on to warm, they sank into each others arms , soft touches and gentle kisses...touches and kisses that continued as Jack wrapped them in fragrant bubbles under the steaming spray and made sure that every inch of his Welshman was thoroughly and enjoyably clean...

After drying to the accompaniment of more soft kisses, they dressed in jeans and casual shirts – a deep red for Ianto that made Jack’s mouth water as he watched the young man tuck it into his snug fitting jeans that clung to the curve of his perfect backside... “Jack, you’re drooling!” Ianto teased, gyrating his hips suggestively, skipping out of reach as the other man reached for him... “You’re insatiable!”

“You’re irresistible!” Jack countered, leering as Ianto started up the ladder.

“We’re gonna be late..!” chuckling as he paused to shake his bum before climbing out into Jack’s office. He had his Captain’s coat held out ready as Jack joined him, smoothing it over his shoulders in their familiar routine. He turned Jack to face him and kissed him lightly, “I really love this coat...”

Jack wrapped his arms around the young man, folding him in closer as he deepened their kiss, his tongue plundering his Welshman’s mouth, finally releasing him when they ran out of air, “I love that you love my coat!” he panted, a matching grin spreading across Ianto’s face, knowing that the coat would be going to bed with them later...

“We need to the flowers?”

“Orchid, Jack – it’s flowers at Gwen’s, orchid at Tosh’s and bourbon at Owen’s...”

“It’s still a flower though..!” Jack pouted and Ianto had to laugh before agreeing that it was indeed a flower!

They made their way to the SUV in good spirits and climbed in. Ianto was driving, Jack fiddled with the radio until he found something he wanted to listen to and the soulful sound of Ella Fitzgerald filled the car. Ianto glanced across as Jack mouthed the words silently, his expression thoughtful.

“What do they bring when it’s ‘Ianto’s’?” he asked

“Tosh bought coffee, Gwen and Rhys bought wine, Owen bought me a scale model of the James Bond DB5...” he smiled, “...yea, we went out a few times as well...” he paused, his voice dropping an octave, “...while you were away...just for a drink...he’s really good to talk to underneath all that snarky sarcasm...”

“Oh...” quiet, bordering on the brooding...

“He’s a good bloke and Tosh adores him...they’re so good together...” he squeezed Jack’s knee, not wanting to lose the buoyant mood of the evening so far, “...we’re here...” He turned the engine off and leant across to press a soft kiss to Jack’s mouth, sliding his hand behind the older man’s neck as Jack melted into the kiss, his hands moving to tangle in Ianto’s hair...

A banging on the window made them jump and they sprung apart, grinning as Rhys’ face peered in at them. Jack laughed, his melancholy forgotten, and dragged Ianto back for a brief but steamy snog that left him breathless, his eyes glazed and his knees wobbly... They climbed out of the car and followed Gwen and Rhys into the building. Tosh’s flat was on the second floor, a large airy apartment that she’d decorated simply and stylishly with obvious influences from her native culture. The picture Jack had given her, Hokusai’s ‘The Great Wave’ dominated the wall above the fireplace.


Owen took their coats and hung them in the hall cupboard before ushering them into the lounge and sorting out drinks. Tosh joined them briefly, accepting the orchid with a smile and a hug for each man, before disappearing back into the kitchen. The group chatted and laughed, relaxed and enjoying each other’s company, until Tosh called them into the dining room.


They sat around the elegant oval table and devoured smoked salmon starters, saffron chicken with green beans and wild rice and a deliciously light and creamy lemon fool with almond shortbread fingers for dessert. Full and content they leant back in their chairs, fond laughter ringing out as Rhys proudly displayed his new Welsh Rugby emblem tattoo, and Gwen slipped off her boot and rolled her jeans up to show hers off too. Ianto chuckled as they enthused about how little it had hurt and everyone should have one, thinking back to his ‘discussion’ with Jack...


Gwen delved into her handbag and brought out two velvet drawstring bags, one red and one blue. The team, with the exception of Jack who hadn’t seen them before, groaned loudly. Gwen held the red bag out to Tosh, “hostess first...” she grinned as Tosh pulled out a Mah-jong tile with a name written on it in silver ‘Jack’, “ooh, lucky Tosh, I wouldn’t mind that one!”


Gwen moved around the table, Owen pulled out Gwen, Jack got Owen, Ianto’s tile said Rhys, Rhys’ was Tosh, leaving Gwen with Ianto, the Welshwoman’s eyes sparkling as she ran through the possibilities in her head... “Right..!” she said firmly over the chatter, “Truth or Dare!” She offered the blue bag to Tosh, “let’s see who’s first...” giggling as the first tile out of the bag had her own name on. She swung round to face Owen.


“Truth or dare?” the grinning medic offered.




Owen considered briefly, his head on one side as the others watched him, a giant smile splitting his face, “you have to strip to your underwear and go and ask that grumpy neighbour of ours for an umbrella...tell him you can’t find yours..!”


Gwen giggled and stood up, glancing at her husband’s face, which was caught somewhere between laughter and horror at the thought of his wife parading around in her bra and panties... Gwen reassured him with a light kiss, whispering a promise to repeat the strip for his eyes only when they got home... Tugging her t-shirt over her head and slipping out of her jeans Gwen stood in her black lace and satin matching set and twirled slowly before marching to the front door and moving to the door opposite. The others crowded into the hall, delighted laughter echoing as the grumpy old man slammed the door, leaving Gwen with not only an umbrella, but a raincoat as well! Dancing triumphantly back into the dining room she pulled her clothes back on and stuck her hand into the bag to pull out the next name...




Rhys grinned at their hostess, “Truth or dare?”




“Ok, the hottest snog you’ve ever had – and you can’t choose Owen,” he added hurriedly


Tosh leant across and pressed her lips to Owen’s, smiling gently. “I’d have to say Mary “she said after a moment’s thought, “...she had incredibly soft lips and she knew just what to do with her tongue...”


The team shrieked with laughter as Owen, his face indignant at Tosh’s answer, wrapped her into his arms and proceeded to kiss her with a passion that raised the temperature of the room several degrees, finally releasing her when self preservation demanded that they renew their oxygen supply...


“Owen...I have to choose Owen!” she panted breathlessly, leaning against the grinning medic, as she pulled out the next tile, “Rhys”


Ianto turned to his friend, “Truth or dare?”


“Truth...” Ianto knew him so well, he’d know the answers already!


“If there was one bloke that you’d fancy, who would it be?” Ianto grinned, expecting one of several rugby players...


“Jack!” Rhys sounded surprised by his answer himself... The team gazed at him open mouthed, looking from Rhys to Jack to Gwen...


Jack grinned, his trademark mega-watt drop-dead-gorgeous-hero grin and reached across to drag the stunned man in for a kiss – no tongue – didn’t want to terrify the poor bloke! – but a steamy kiss nevertheless.


Rhys spluttered when he was released, his nostrils filled with Jack’s 51st century pheromones, senses reeling. He looked at Ianto, “Bloody hell! No wonder you can’t keep your hands off him!” before flopping back in his chair, helpless laughter filling the room.


Jack preened and ianto resolved to have an interesting conversation with Rhys their next drinks evening... Gwen held out the blue bag to her husband, her eyes twinkling fondly at him... He pulled out the next name, Ianto...


Gwen dropped the bag onto the table and fixed the young man with a penetrating stare, “Truth or Dare?”


Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes, “Da...nah Truth...”he figured if Rhys could do it, so could he – although he dreaded Gwen’s question!


“What’s the best thing Jack does in bed?” Gwen had obviously planned her questions as he didn’t get a moment’s grace. The room went silent as everyone looked at him expectantly.


Ianto reached for Jack’s hand and entwined their fingers. He closed his eyes, picturing the different things they’d done, his breathing hitching as the erotic images sent his blood supply southwards. “It’s everything...the way he kisses, like it’s the last time we’ll ever have, with everything he is...” he began dreamily...with his eyes closed he missed seeing everyone leaning forward as they hung on his words and Jack smiled soppily, “His lips are soft and warm, they make my skin tingle, like electricity and I can’t get enough of him...the way he kisses my neck and then his fingers dance on my skin and I have to have him close to me, his skin to my skin...and how he runs his fingers through my hair and whispers in my ear and when he presses into me it’s like I’m flying with the stars and...” he broke of with a gasp as Jack’s grip on his hand exceeded his pain threshold and he opened his eyes to see them gazing at him, Tosh and Gwen had tears running down their cheeks and Rhys and Owen looked dumbfounded...


He blinked, and looked at Jack to find he had tears glistening in his eyes as well, the love in Ianto’s voice stirring him in ways he’d never expected to feel again...He pressed his lips to their joined hands as Ianto glanced around again, “I could go on for hours...” he grinned hesitantly, “but it’s someone else’s turn now....” He tugged the bag towards him and pulled out another tile, Owen, the man in question groaning comically...


Jack grinned, “Truth or dare?”




“Kiss Ianto...a proper kiss...” Jack winked at his partner


 Owen made a show of getting out of his chair and moving round to Ianto’s, tugging the young man out of his seat and cupping his face before pressing their lips together. Ianto sank into the kiss, opening his mouth when Owen tentatively swept his tongue over his lips, allowing the other man to explore his mouth... It was quite enjoyable, and if he was honest, not the first time him and Owen had snogged – although the last time was just after Jack had left, they’d both been extremely drunk and it’d been horribly sloppy! Ianto wound his arms around Owen’s waist and pressed closer, both men giving it their all, delighted laughter lifting the roof when Jack’s voice demanded, “Oi, put my tea boy down!” in a remarkable impersonation of Owen.


They pulled apart, panting and Owen strolled back to his chair while Jack took the opportunity to tug his Welshman onto his lap. Owen reached for the bag and tipped the final tile out onto the table Jack.


Rhys grinned at him, “Truth or Dare Jack?”

Jack pondered...”Truth...”


“Ok, what’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen? Anywhere, any planet, any time...” he chuckled, “now how often do I get to say those words!”


“Easy, Ianto walking towards me, naked apart from my coat...” he paused and stroked a finger gently down his Welshman’s cheek, “...his gorgeous pale skin all soft and warm against the blue grey roughness of the heavy wool...the coat flapping open as he walks...” Ianto pressed a finger to his Captain’s lips, “...sshh, that’s quite enough detail...” he muttered, blushing, as the others giggled.


He slid elegantly off Jack’s lap and stood up, “ I think it’s time I made the coffee...” he raised an eyebrow, waiting, rolling his eyes at the long pause before Jack caught on...


“Oh, right, I’ll help...” as Owen snickered loudly, whispering into Tosh’s ear, “give me ten minutes and then it’s my turn to tell him to put the tea boy down!


The team moved back into the lounge and sank into easy chairs and the sofa as Ianto led Jack into the kitchen and closed the door, starting Tosh’s coffee maker before pulling him into his arms to kiss him senseless, passions rising as they arched their bodies together, tongues tangling excitedly as they mapped each other’s mouths...gentle moans lost in the heat of their kiss.


They broke apart, breath a series of short pants as they forced air back into their lungs, their foreheads resting together, arms entwined... “...interesting game tonight...Truth or Dare...” Jack’s voice was soft as he tipped his Welshman’s face up so he could gaze into his eyes, “...lots of Truths...” He brushed their lips together, “you want another one..?” he continued without waiting for a reply, “truth is I really did come back for were the one thing that kept me fighting...and I know that I never want to be without are what makes this world worth fighting for and I will love you, with everything that I am, until the end of time...”


Ianto smiled, capturing the older man’s lips tenderly, as they lost themselves in the moment...the team and coffee forgotten if truth be told!


End,1226331340,1/stock-photo-two-hearts-in-fire-as-symbol-of-passion-love-jealousy-20305801.jpg Gwen’s rejected tattoo! Gwen’s chosen tattoo Rhys’ design Cymru replacing the dates


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