zazajb: (jack and the Dr)

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

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

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

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

The newest star...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Promises, promises..!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

Elisabeth Sladen 1948 - 2011

  


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Title: Lost inside of you: Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17l, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team, John/Scott
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary:  Coda – Lost inside of you – the Sea Queen comes home [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 6800

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
With thanks to the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] wykling  for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl  – another long time wait...hope you like it sweetheart...

Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!

Part 2    

They woke early the next morning and welcomed the new day with a wrestling session that left them both deliciously breathless, Ianto’s chest peppered with love bites and most of the bedding on the floor..! After a leisurely shower, Ianto got the coffee on and Jack started breakfast, his bacon sandwiches going down nicely with a glass of fresh orange and Ianto’s coffee. They were enjoying a tender kiss when Ianto’s phone beeped and he dug it out of his pocket when they came up for air.

 

“It’s from Scott. Do we want to have dinner with them tonight – he says nothing fancy but they’d love to cook for us...”

 

Jack grinned, recalling the comment about the hero-coat t-shirt. “Tell him we’d love to and see if they’re about this morning so we can show them the SeaQueen...” Ianto typed briefly and pressed send, a reply beeping back almost immediately.

 

“Great! John’s got to meet Gavin at midday so around till just after eleven” he read out. He glanced at his watch, “shall I suggest nine o’clock, then we can show them the boat, take them out for a short trip and make sure they can handle the controls...they might enjoy a session on the ocean wave...” He grinned as Jack streamed a slow motion replay of the previous night into his head and he reached out to haul his Captain across the table where he kissed him hard, his tongue mapping every crevice of the other man’s mouth, desire building rapidly...

 

We need to check that the boat house is...ready...”  Jack streamed into his head as they broke apart, somewhat breathless, hearts pounding. He tugged the Welshman out of his chair and entwined their hands just as Ianto’s phone beeped for the third time.

 

“Yes please, meet you at the jetty at nine... :D” Ianto read as he stumbled out of the door. “That gives us forty minutes to check everything’s in order...”

 

Jack grinned and moved faster, “plenty of time...” as they headed towards the jetty...

Forty minutes, and two very satisfying blowjobs, later they were greeting Scott and John. Scott had a wonderful sparkle about him and they noticed that John was very attentive, holding his hand or sliding an arm around his waist to keep him close... “Good night I take it?” Ianto whispered as he hugged his friend.

 

“You have no idea...I’m surprised you didn’t hear us..!” Scott chuckled into the Welshman’s ear.

 

“We took the boat out...”

 

“Ah...draughty I’d imagine?”

 

“That coat’s really warm...” They released each other, laughing, to the bemusement of their partners.

 

“Ready for the grand tour?” Jack grinned at Scott, adding, “see your creation finished?” as he led the way into the low shelter.

 

They ducked into the boat house and looked out through the tinted glass – they could see out but no-one could see in. There was a bench and various equipment hooks on the wall, life jackets and the berth itself was lined with buoys to protect the hull of the sleek black vessel. Several waterproof chests were set against the rear wall. These were security-code and biometric locked and would contain computer links, hand held scanners and other general Torchwood equipment that might be needed. A wall chart showed the shipping routes and other useful local nautical information...

 

John looked around, impressed. “Nice job, hon...” He pressed a soft kiss to Scott’s lips, suddenly dragging his partner round to the other side to point at a small plaque on the wall before grinning round at the others
Design by Scott Gill, 2010

 

Scott grinned delightedly, his attention more focused on the joins and finish of the build. He nodded, pleased, the builders had done it well.

 

“Shall we?” Jack hopped into the boat and held out his hand to first Ianto, then John and Scott as they all stepped into the gently rocking craft. Ianto and Scott sat back as Jack explained the controls to John, both men talking enthusiastically with much hand waving and loud laughter as the boat nudged out of the boat house and headed out into the Bristol Channel as the early morning sun beat down on them. John unzipped his heavy Abercrombie and Fitch knitted jacket and stretched contentedly, turning to grin happily at his partner, the sea breeze tugging at his hair. He looked beautiful, Scott thought...

 

Ianto nudged Scott, “love the t-shirt...he certainly does love his super-heroes!”  at the sight of the pale green tee with a colourful Captain America design emblazoned on his chest.  “Shall we brave their high spirits..?”

 

Laughing, they made their way up to join their partners as the boat leapt forward, bouncing happily over the waves. Once John had mastered the simple controls, Jack and Ianto left the other two men to it and sat back down at the stern, Ianto leaning against Jack’s warm body. Jack tipped Ianto’s face towards him and captured his lips gently, tasting the salt from the sea air as their tongues slow danced, first in one mouth and then the other, the Welshman turning in the embrace as his arms snaked around his Captain’s neck and their kiss deepened...

 

Jack’s arms tightened around Ianto’s waist, pulling him closer as one hand reached to tug his t-shirt out from his waistband so it could slide into the gap and reach the warm flesh below. Ianto moaned against his mouth as he leant into the touch, their minds swirling deliciously as love and desire shared centre stage in their heads... They barely noticed the engine throttling back as the boat came to a stop, followed by the sound of the anchor...

 

It was many long and enjoyable minutes before they surfaced, panting softly, lips just millimetres apart as they drew breath before their lips met once more and they gave themselves to the pleasures of their hot and sensual kisses and the slow re-enactment of their love making the previous night as it rolled out in their heads... Ianto gasped as Jack’s mouth pulled back from his own and moved to kiss his neck, teeth grazing lightly down the responsive skin...

 

 A large wave smacked against the hull and splashed over them, making them jump and they broke apart, suddenly noticing that the engine was silent. Glancing towards the wheel they smiled at the sight of John and Scott who were wrapped around each other as they lost themselves in sweet and tender kisses...

 

Now where were we..? as Jack slid a hand around the back of his head and pressed their mouths together once more, Ianto melting against his Captain to be kissed senseless...

 

Some considerable time later they broke apart, faces flushed and lips deliciously pink and swollen and gazed up to see the other two, looking equally debauched,  watching them fondly. They grinned at each other.

 

“Sorry to break up the party...” John was apologetic, “but I need to get back to meet Gav...” He retracted the anchor and fired the engine as Jack nodded. As John pointed the speedboat towards the shore, Jack tugged Ianto to his feet and they joined their friends at the wheel. Fifteen minutes later they were climbing out and heading back down the jetty to the beach, the four friends talking and laughing easily as they made their way towards their respective garden gates.

 

“Thanks for a great morning” John grinned at them. “See you for dinner...say seven o’clock? Don’t dress up, I’ll probably be lounging in my tatty old jeans, so comfort is definitely the order of the day..!”

 

Once back in the familiar surroundings of their kitchen, Ianto brewed some fresh coffee and they took it into the sitting room where Jack devoured his giant slice of chocolate fresh cream brownie from the previous day and Ianto nibbled on a couple of his favourite chocolate hobnobs. They enjoyed a lazy few hours until Ianto dragged his Captain outside to help weed the flowerbeds until it was time to shower and change ready for their dinner next door.

 

After a most enjoyable extended shower they dressed in clean jeans and casual shirts before Ianto picked up the bag with their drink offering – all the ingredients to make Vodka tonics for John and two bottles of Chablis that Ianto knew Scott liked, plus a few pack of Jumbones for the dogs...

 

An enticing aroma drifted out of the open kitchen door as they made their way past the pool and up to the house, where they were greeted by a volley of barking and some warm hugs from their hosts. It was a hugely enjoyable evening with delicious food, plenty of drinks and good conversation...the stories from John’s last tour bringing tears of laughter to their eyes and Jack’s mouth dropped open when John gave them a rendition of Living La Vida Loca from the set list, complete with gyrating hips and partial strip-tease..! The time flew by until, regretfully, Ianto glanced at his watch and hauled himself off the comfortable leather sofa, turning to drag his Captain to his feet...

 

“We’ve had a fantastic evening, thank you, but we all have very early starts tomorrow so we’ll say good night... They hugged warmly and headed back down the path. At the gate, Ianto cursed, “I left my phone on the table...” He dragged Jack in for a searing kiss, plundering his mouth as he tangled his fingers through the older man’s hair. Jack melted against him, his thoughts, hot and steamy, tumbling into the Welshman’s head.

 

Go get ready for me Jack...I want you naked in the middle of the bed with your eyes closed...got that... Jack moaned his appreciation, thrusting the rock hard swelling in his trousers against Ianto’s hip... I won’t be long cariad...as he turned and went back up towards their hosts’ back door. John met him by the pool, a huge grin on his face. He handed Ianto a bag and accepted a small bunch of keys in exchange.

 

“Have fun...” John’s grin lit up the night sky

 

“Yeah, you too...it’s all down there, ready...”

 

As Ianto locked the French doors behind him, grinning at the impatient I’m ready for you messages a naked Jack was sending him, John was leading a blindfolded Scott down the beach to the jetty, tugging the blindfold off to reveal champagne, strawberries and Jack’s neatly folded hero coat... Stepping down into the boat, Scott melted into John’s arms...

 

Ianto dragged his clothes off hurriedly I-a-n-t-o pleeeease bouncing into his head. He chuckled and pulled out the costume, slipping into it, already hard at the thought of what he was about to do...

 

You ready Jack? Eyes closed...no peeking okay...not ‘till I say you can look..?

 

Just get in here... Jack was trembling with anticipation as the bedroom door opened. Ianto opened the bedside drawer and placed the lube on the top, then pulled out the four silk ties he’d selected earlier. He tied each of Jack’s wrists and ankles to the four bedposts, his Captain keeping his eyes screwed tightly shut so he wasn’t tempted to sneak a peek! Bending over him as he knelt on the bed, Ianto leant down and crushed their lips together, his tongue driving possessively into the other man’s mouth where it duelled pleasurably with his own... Pulling away, somewhat breathless, he smoothed the mask down over his face...

You can look now Jack...

 

Fuck me! Expressive, but not unexpected given the shock!

 

Oh, I intend to...now you’re all tied up in Spidey’s little web...

 

Jack’s expression changed from startled to wanton as he gazed up at Spiderman, a huge smile spreading over his face...I’ve always wanted to have a super-hero...

 

 I know... He tugged off the mask and leant over, smiling around his mouthful as Jack moaned loudly and arched against him and he reflected with a grin that the past two days had been fun...with neighbours, speedboats and now super-heroes...

 

End

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Title: Lost inside of you: Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17l, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team, John/Scott
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary:  Coda – Lost inside of you – the Sea Queen comes home [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 6800

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
With thanks to the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] wykling  for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] sassysailorgirl  – another long time wait...hope you like it sweetheart...
A/N 1 Too big for single post, so in 2 parts - hyper-linked at the end of Pt 1

Neighbours, speedboats and super-heroes!

Part 1

Ianto pulled into their driveway and turned the engine off. I’m home, cariad... He smiled softly at the gentle warmth of his Captain’s mind nestled within his own and the declarations of love that flooded his head as he slid out of the car and opened the front door.

Walking into the living room his smile widened as he took in the panoramic views of the beach and the way the sun danced off the sea...this was something they’d never tire of as he shared the images with Jack who was still at the hub ploughing through his backlog of reports...

Entering their bedroom, he changed out of his suit and pulled on his battered old jeans, a tight fitting t-shirt and his Casmir Effect hoody before going into the kitchen. Pausing to start the coffee machine and lay out a tray of mugs, he headed down the garden to see how the work was progressing on the jetty. From where he stood, Ianto could see that they’d made tremendous progress since his last visit two days ago – the jetty itself was up and the protective ‘boat house’ for want of a better word was almost complete. He noted the particular workers and returned to pour their coffee, leaving one mug empty...no Joe today... He smiled, wondering if that meant Joe’s wife had had their baby...

Adding the biscuit tin to the laden tray, he made his way back down the garden and out of the gate towards the four men who turned to greet him enthusiastically. One by one, they claimed a mug and a couple of chocolate Hobnobs from the tin while Mike, the Foreman, ran through the progress they’d made since his last visit. “I think we’ll probably have it finished by tomorrow...” he said, “and I have to say it’s been a pleasure...a bit different from extensions and conservatories...and fantastic plans...”

Ianto grinned, thoughts of gentle blue eyes and a wind-swept mop of sandy hair flitting through his head. “Scott’ll be pleased to hear that...oh, any news on Joe’s baby?”

“Dana had their little boy yesterday...Gareth David...mum and baby both doing well...”

“Fantastic news, pass on our congratulations...” Ianto turned at the sound of excited barking and sank to his knees as two spaniels and an exuberant Jack Russell flung themselves on him, tails wagging madly. Captain Jack immediately began digging, showering him in sand...

Shaking his head, chuckling, Ianto hauled himself to his feet and waved as Scott appeared from his garden gate. Nodding at Mike, he went to meet the softly spoken architect and the two men hugged affectionately. “How’re you doing? The jetty’s looking good...” Scott released him and they wound their arms round each other as they headed back to the shore so Scott could have a closer look at his creation....

“Mike was just praising your plans...” Ianto told his friend, “and it should all be finished tomorrow so we can bring the SeaQueen home. If you and John are going to be around for a few days we could go out in her and once you know the controls, you can take her out on your own...a little love on the ocean wave.?!” He chuckled at the gentle blush and the twinkle in the other man’s eyes, feeling Jack laughing – and leering, knowing their own plans to christen both the boat and the boathouse at the earliest opportunity – back at the Hub as he followed the conversation...

Scott had a brief chat with Mike as Ianto collected the mugs and stacked them on the tray, before they headed back up the beach towards their houses, resuming their previous conversation as they went, the dogs streaking ahead of them.

“John’s home for about a week while they block the stage moves and he sorts out pictures and stories for his tour, then he’s back to the London house for another week of rehearsals and then he’s off all over the country for a month, starting in Oxford...I know he asked you and Jack to the Cardiff performance...”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world – I can’t wait to see all that energy up on stage and I want to hear him sing live – we bought all his cds...” His mind replayed watching Jack in his skin-tight white jersey boxers dancing round the hub as he bellowed out ‘Oh what a night’ when he thought he was alone  – after putting his shields up so Ianto couldn’t see him...Ianto’d had a wonderful time teasing his Captain for days!

Scott grinned, “John’ll be pleased and he’ll probably personalise them all with suggestive messages for you!” He rolled his eyes and a soft smile lit up his face as he thought of his larger-than-life partner.

They’d reached the midway point between their two gates now. Ianto shifted his grip on the tray so he could bend down to pat the dogs, his mind momentarily distracted by a gentle rift activity, gotta go, love you... suddenly streaming into his head as he fussed an enthusiastic Harris. He straightened up and steadied the tray. “You got time for a coffee?” he smiled fondly into the other man’s eyes, thinking not for the first time about how much the gentle mannerisms and steadfast loyalty of this man reminded him of Tosh...their lovely and wonderful Tosh...

“Yeah, that’d be nice! I’ll just stick the dogs inside and then I’ll be round...”

They parted and headed for their respective gardens. Once back in his kitchen, Ianto began sorting out the beans for the New York blend that Scott liked best, dumping the workman’s mugs into the dishwasher and was flicking through the post when Scott tapped on the glass doors. He waved him in and poured the coffee. “Biscuit to go with it?”

“Nah, I bought these instead...” Scott chuckled as Ianto’s eyes widened at the three giant wedges of fresh cream chocolate brownie in the thin cardboard box he pulled from behind his back. “I know how you both like these so I got a couple extra...”

Ianto grinned, about to share the thought with his Captain before he remembered he was out on a rift alert...he filed the thought away for later, leading the way into the living room where they put their mugs and plates down on the coffee table and dropped onto the soft leather sofas. They chatted freely and enjoyably about Scott’s work, the dogs, John’s parents – who were due to arrive the following week – before moving on to John’s upcoming tour.

“I don’t go to them all...always the first one, the last one and obviously, the Cardiff one...I also love going to the Royal Albert Hall – it’s such an amazing building...just alive with history and fantastic architecture...” Scott’s blue eyes danced as he enthused about the majesty of the building, before he broke off, laughing, “sorry! I get a bit carried away sometimes..!

Anyway, I’ll go to that one as well and maybe one or two others, depending on work, where he happens to be on my days off and whether or not he’s close enough to one of the houses to come home for the night... Once he’s on the road it’s a mad mad few weeks with most of the travelling done overnight so they have this huge tour bus...quite fun and the sleeping compartments are surprisingly comfortable with a bit of imagination!” he twinkled at the Welshman who spluttered into his coffee at the sudden images in his head – Jack was back and enjoying every bit of the conversation!

Ianto nodded as Scott leant across to make sure he was okay, sending get back to work messages to his Captain before putting his shields up one point – just enough to not distract Jack, without shutting him out completely...a happy compromise they’d discovered over the past few months...

Reassured that Ianto wasn’t choking to death, Scott continued his tale, concluding with a hilarious account of himself and John frantically attempting to get dressed again as Jenny ‘fabulous’ – one of John’s dancers – showed her parents around the bus, gradually getting closer and closer as they were both still butt naked! Jenny had fortunately spied a bare foot bumping against the curtain and had moved to the other end of the sleeping quarters to show them where she slept. “We abandoned any thoughts of dressing after that and went back to snogging – much more fun!”  Scott laughed with abandon as Ianto clutched his sides that were aching with his laughing so much.

“Now you see why it’s like living with a tornado! John has a way of lighting up the world and everything we do...you get to see a bit of that on his tour – he does a mix of songs and stories and photos... Last night he hooked out one of him in his Spiderman costume..!” he nodded at Ianto’s raised eyebrows, “yeah, he has his own Spiderman costume, Superman pyjamas and a wardrobe full of Captain America t-shirts...he adores super-heroes...give him time and he’ll get himself a shirt with Jack on it in that hero coat!!!”

Ianto chuckled, sharing that single thought with his partner, shaking his head amusedly as Jack preened in his office.

“I’m dreading what he’s going to say to go with the picture...he always tells stories of playing with his nieces and nephews – well he’s got such an active inner child himself! – but he likes to drop in comments for the grown-ups as well...it’s bound to be something about us tangling in Spidey’s little web or some other innuendo...but he loves it...” Scott paused to glance at Ianto, “You remember what I said that morning on the beach when I thought you were going to freeze your pretty little arse off?”

Ianto nodded, that conversation held deep meaning for him as it had been the realisation that he loved Jack enough to risk losing everything for the one chance it might bring him back... “I remember...every word...”

“I think you’ll see what I meant when I said I fall in love with him all over again when I see him on stage...he’s just so alive...”

They stared at each other, each aware of a deep and unspoken understanding of the other’s thoughts and feelings regarding their dynamic partners...

Ianto grinned and leant back, “so...tell me about the chaps, hot-pants and pink cowboy hat...” he chuckled and nodded as Scott blushed endearingly, “yep, we bought the last tour DVD as well...Rhinestone Cowboy..!”

The rest of the afternoon flew by, another coffee and much laughter later, Scott dragged himself reluctantly off the sofa. “I’d better go, I promised John I’d cook tonight - I haven’t seen him since Tuesday and I want everything to be just right for him...” he arched an eyebrow, “...so ignore any screams you might hear later!” He tugged Ianto into a warm hug, “thanks for this afternoon...been really good to spend time together...”

 Scott released him and they walked back through to the garden for a final look at the jetty – the roof was now on and it looked finished, although Ianto knew there was still work to be done on the inside of the boat house...

Scott headed for the gate, waving as he vanished from sight.

Grinning contentedly, Ianto went back inside, stacked the dishwasher, prepared some chicken for their dinner, dealt with the few bills that had come in the post and was busy sorting out fresh bedding when two warm arms wrapped themselves around him and he turned into the embrace to be kissed senseless before his Captain took him to heaven, one passion-laden kiss at a time...

Dinner was very late that evening...

The next two days were a blur of weevils, harmless space junk, a Graske running amok in the pick-n-mix sweet section of Wellworths – fortunately at night so the only witness was the night security guard - a rift returner who needed transporting and settling into Flat Holm, a mindless attack of graffiti on the Tourist Office and a proud moment that brought a tear to their eyes and a lump to their throats when His Nids took his first flight – not far – as an exasperated Peter chased him out of autopsy for the third time that day and after hopping the bottom steps, he suddenly spread his wings and sailed to the top, but definitely a moment for Ianto’s journal as they all cheered and spun each other round...

Now it was late afternoon and they were all wilting, in serious need of a caffeine fix, Ianto thought as he came up from the cells after settling in their latest new guest. He glanced across to where Jack was talking to Gwen and Lois. Once in the kitchen he began sorting out the beans for a refreshing Columbian blend...

You going to help me make the coffee?

 Ianto smiled as moments later his Captain crashed through the kitchen door and they fell into each other’s arms, weariness fleeing in the face of passion and need... Ianto moaned against Jack’s mouth as his lips were captured in a fiery kiss and Jack did that thing with his tongue...it made his every nerve ending tingle and he floated on a wave of euphoria, lips warm and inviting, hands threading lovingly through hair as the world faded away – it was just them...right here...right now...

They staggered backwards until they met the wall, Jack pressing his Welshman back against it as he ground their hips together, the red hot desire that coursed through them drawing a growl of want from the Captain as they broke off for much needed oxygen...

Ianto took advantage of the brief moment to spin them round, slamming Jack into the wall as he crushed their lips together and plundered his Captain’s mouth, passion building rapidly.  Jack’s moans of pleasure were swallowed up as Ianto’s tongue took control and explored every inch of his mouth possessively, the young man’s hands moving so one caressed Jack’s face and the other tangled in his hair... Time stood still as they lost themselves in the embrace, Jack’s arms closing tightly around the perfect blue pinstripe-clad warm body, arching his back as his groin reacted to the heady sensations of being kissed to within an inch of his life...

They broke apart, breathing heavily and rested their foreheads together as their rapid heartbeats slowed and they relished the stolen moments. The last forty-eight hours had been brutal, with many of the alerts coming during the night and they’d resisted calling the team in, instead, charging from one side of Cardiff to the other as the rift spat out one thing after another...

“I needed that...” Jack breathed against Ianto’s ear, the almost touch of his lips sending trails of goose bumps down the Welshman’s spine and a fresh surge of heat to his groin. He groaned softly as Jack thrust his hips forward and twin arousals strained at the restrictive confines of their trousers. .. I want you...now... Jack’s thoughts swept enticingly across Ianto’s brain as his tired body screamed yesyesyes and it was with deep reluctance that he slid out of his partner’s arms and moved back to the coffee machine to pour the coffee for the troops, sending a gentle sorry as the older man wrapped his arms around his waist and nestled his chin into the Welshman’s shoulder...

After adding milk and sugar to those who needed it, Ianto reached into the cupboard to pull out a couple of boxes of Tunnock’s teacakes, chuckling at Jack’s sigh of appreciation as he added another box of the plain chocolate ones his Captain was particularly fond of, his smile softening at the heart-felt I love you so much...that washed over him, sending a delicious warmth that cascaded down from his head to his toes.

I know! Now you have to let me go so I can take these downstairs...

Ianto turned his head and their lips brushed lightly before Jack released him and opened the door, almost stumbling over His Nids as the tiny dragon pressed against his legs. Jack grinned and scooped him into his arms, rubbing the creature’s tummy so he purred loudly. Moving across the upper landing, Jack stopped just outside his office and watched fondly as Ianto dished out the drinks and sweet snacks.

Lois beamed as the Welshman handed her the ‘World’s Number 1 PA’ mug they’d given her for her last birthday – the mug had been filled with champagne truffles and an all-expenses-paid five star long weekend break at the Hilton with a West End show thrown in...their way of showing their appreciation for everything this amazing young woman had done. “Thanks, Ianto...ooh, teacakes..!” as she took two and set them down by the side of her workstation.

Gwen nodded and mouthed a silent “thank you” as she listened to Andy on the other end of the phone as the Welshman then disappeared down into autopsy where Peter was elbow deep in some weird crustacean that had been one of the many ‘rift gifts’ of the past two days.

“Thanks Ianto, one of each, please?” he said cheerfully as his ‘Hospital property – do not remove’ mug was placed on the dresser next to Owen’s battered old Gremlin’s alarm clock that had been rescued from the rubble – the clock didn’t work any more, but it was a treasured reminder of the acerbic medic... Ianto nodded and added one milk and one plain chocolate teacake to the shelf before heading back up the stairs and then up to his Captain who was still watching him with that smile on his face – the smile that told Ianto he was loved beyond his wildest dreams, that what he and Jack had was rare and precious and was worth every second of the pain and suffering and loss they had endured...

Now he intended to spend every day of his vastly extended life by his Captain’s side – be it chasing weevils, wading through slimy marshlands after some intermittent rift signal, stood on a lofty rooftop as they watched the sun come up over the city they protected, or writhing together in the wild highs of passion...  He blushed as Jack’s thoughts focused on a variety of different ways of achieving those highs and his hand was grabbed as soon as he was within reach, the older man taking the tray from him before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss and he melted against the man he loved with all his heart...

Glancing up, Gwen smiled as she watched them, tapping out a brief message on her keyboard to both Lois and Peter before sending another to Jack and Ianto. When they came up for air and Jack reluctantly returned to work, he found Gwen’s email effectively kicking him and Ianto out of the hub for the next thirty six hours for some well-deserved down time... Yan...time to bring the SeaQueen home...

Ianto grinned happily as he slid into the Audi’s driving seat, following Jack’s progress in his head as he strode through the lower level passageways to where their speedboat, SeaQueen, was currently moored – well technically it was SeaQueen II as the first had been sacrificed in an explosive encounter with a giant alien jellyfish... I’ll meet you at the jetty... he sent as he pulled out of the underground car park, the current song on the CD player bringing a chuckle to his lips as he got another flash of Jack dancing with abandon in his underwear...

Jack was waiting for him in the boat house when he finally made it through the traffic and the roadworks and hurried down the garden onto the beach, pausing only to grab the bottle of champagne from the fridge and a couple of plastic tumblers. He scampered along the jetty and ducked into the low shelter, grabbing Jack’s offered hand for balance as he stepped down into the boat where he was wrapped into a passionate embrace and their lips met in a frantic kiss, the desire and feral want from earlier springing back to the surface...

Ianto moaned as Jack’s tongue swept the contours of his mouth, exploring with possessive intent before returning to tangle sensuously with his own, their hands groping at each other’s clothing as they scrabbled to reach the warm flesh below...

The boat rocked gently on the swell as Ianto’s eager hands pushed his Captain’s coat from his shoulders, then slid off his braces and began unbuttoning the blue cotton, pushing it off, before he tugged Jack’s t-shirt from his trousers and pulled it up and over his head, dropping it to the floor of the boat... Those hands ran over the smooth lines of Jack’s shoulders and across his chest, fingers spread to reach as much of his lover’s skin as possible. His fingers paused to tease Jack’s nipples, feeling them harden under the touch... Their eyes locked on each other, love blazing from twin pools of blue, the feelings intensified by their entwined thoughts and shared sensation...

 

Ianto’s hands slid down past Jack’s waist to fumble with the buckle on his belt, then the button...pausing briefly to brush against his Captain’s hot arousal before sliding the zip down... He sank to his knees to remove the older man’s boots, then socks, finally sliding his trousers and underwear down to leave him naked. He gazed up at him and smiled...a mix of love, passion and desire and as he drowned in the intensity of his beloved Welshman’s gaze, Jack knew that he would never love anyone as much as he loved this amazing young man...

 

Kissing his way back up Jack’s body, Ianto crushed their mouths together in a head-spinning, spine-tingling kiss as Jack’s hands scrabbled at his Welshman’s clothes, dragging them off him with desire fuelled urgency and they kissed and moaned, hot pulses of feral want raging through them...kiss following delicious kiss until their lungs began to burn and their lips were pink and swollen... 

Ianto took a shaky breath in, attempting to slow the rapid pounding of his heart, to regain some feeling of control over his limbs after the knee-melting encounter with his Captain’s lips...he could never get enough of Jack’s kisses –  they were like nectar and fire and dynamite all rolled into one and he wanted to drown himself in the spellbinding aroma that was just Jack...to be possessed...taken...it was intoxicating ...exhilarating...

Jack...I need you...now...

His moan was lost against his Captain’s mouth as Jack’s hands slid down his hot flesh and one closed around him while the other danced backwards, brushing the entrance to his body as Jack set up a slow rhythm, designed to tantalise without bringing release. Ianto arched into the touch, his body trembling as Jack tore his lips away and latched onto his neck, grazing his teeth over the soft skin, lingering at that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, where he worried the tender flesh and sucked it into his mouth to leave a bruise, the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that shot through the young man’s body echoed in his own.

 

He continued the trail across his throat and up the other side of his neck, smiling at the shivers of pleasure that radiated from the responsive body in front of him, returning to his wonderful mouth for another hot open-mouthed kiss that rose in intensity as their desire reached fever pitch, tongues tangling, teeth clashing...passion bruising lips.

 

Jack...please...

 

Ianto whimpered as Jack’s hands and lips were removed from his skin, suddenly bereft as his body cried out for their return... Jack brushed their lips together, the softest of touches that sent shudders through the young man, before he was turned round to lean over the wheel as Jack reached for the lube he’d thoughtfully placed on the instrument panel. The boat rocked as the swell increased beneath them and Ianto grabbed the wheel, moaning softly as a cool finger slid into him. He pressed back against it, a gasp escaping his lips as Jack’s finger found that magic spot

 

More...please Jack...I need you...

 

Jack pressed gentle kisses down the Welshman’s back as he added a second finger and then a third, Ianto’s moans rising in volume as he turned his head to meet Jack in a messy open mouthed kiss that swallowed up the sigh of satisfaction as the fingers were removed and Jack slid into him until they were joined as one in mind and body. They broke their kiss as Jack began to move, Ianto meeting his every thrust as he gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

 

Their movements became more frantic as they spiralled towards the bliss of release, tendrils of pleasure building resolutely in intensity, sweeping through them as every nerve ending tingled with electricity...so close...Jack, touch me...I want to feel your hands and lips on me...

 

Ianto’s orgasm cascaded through him and he cried out as Jack wrapped a hand around him and pumped firmly, at the same time as he sucked hard on the soft skin at the back of his neck, the exquisite shudders of pleasure that flooded his Captain’s mind and the clenching of his muscles sending the older man spiralling into oblivion with him and they floated amongst the stars. They slumped together against the instrument panel, sweat slicked skin cooling rapidly as they came down from their orgasmic high...

 

Jack pressed gentle kisses against Ianto’s back, before turning him round to capture his lips tenderly as he flooded his head with total love and devotion, the Welshman melting into the embrace as they lost themselves in the moment. They broke apart as the boat lurched sideways and they stumbled, grinning from opposite sides of the hull. Ianto shivered, goose bumps peppering his flesh and he reached for his clothes...

 

Not yet... Jack smiled, that same smile as earlier in the hub, and picked up his coat, holding it open for the young man to slip into as he smoothed the heavy fabric over his shoulders just like Ianto did so often for him, steering him gently towards the rear seat where he pushed him down and kissed him tenderly...

 

Jack reached into a locker and tugged out a soft fleece blanket which he draped around his own shoulders and then undid the mooring ties to cast off. He fired the motor and eased the sleek black craft out of the boat house and out towards the open sea. When they were about half a mile from the shore, he cut the engine and let down the anchor, moving to the rear of the boat where his Welshman sat smiling. He’d retrieved the champagne and tumblers from the tangle of their clothes and handed the bottle to his Captain who popped the cork and poured them each a glass.

 

They touched their tumblers together to toast their boat, the new jetty and the simple joy of being alive and together...no words necessary, just pure emotion as each felt the other in their head... Jack leant back and opened his arms, Ianto snuggling into them as they settled down contentedly to enjoy the feel of the boat moving with the swell of the waves as they shared the rhythmic beating of their hearts and the warmth of their embrace, kissing sweetly as they watched the sun dip slowly below the horizon.

 

It was dark and the sky was full of twinkling stars when they finally tied the boat up in her new home and pulled their clothes back on for the short trek up the beach to their house. Once inside they went straight to the shower where Ianto showed his Captain just how much he’d enjoyed the christening of the SeaQueen, with gentle touches, hot tongue-tangling, toe-curling kisses and plenty of bubbles... The water was cooling when they emerged and dried each other before they slid under the quilt and wrapped their arms around each other, kissing softly until they drifted into sated sleep.  

 

on to Part 2 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/36358.html

    


zazajb: (john scott beach ok)

Title: Lost inside of you - coda: Four, plus dogs, equals seven!
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, brief mentions of team, John/Scott
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Coda – Lost inside of you – the Harkness-Jones’ meet the Barrowman-Gill’s [Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have.] Words 5130

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

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

A/N This is the most requested fic I have ever had! The four neighbours finally get together – and no – not like that!!! Hope you like!

A/N2 This is for [livejournal.com profile] thebuttonontop  who needs a hug right now xxx

 

Four, plus dogs, equals seven!

Cariad? Ianto poured the coffee, wondering what Jack was up to – he was suspiciously quiet!

Study...you so gotta see this...

Ianto grinned and slid a new bottle of lube into his pocket...how well he knew his Captain..! He picked up the two mugs and made his way to the study where Jack was sat watching something on the laptop. Plonking the drinks down on the desk, he slid his arms around the man he adored with every atom of his being and nuzzled into his neck. “What’re you watching?”

“Just checking out the CCTV in this area...y’know...wanna be sure about security...”

Ianto glanced at the screen, “Jack! Are you spying on the neighbours? Shame on you! What’re they doing?” Ianto couldn’t help smiling softly at the memory of his walk on the beach with the gentle sandy-haired Scott and the three exuberant dogs...it all seemed so long ago now, yet it was only a week or two...

You can tell me about that in a minute... “Check this out...” Jack reached for his coffee and sipped it as Ianto nestled his chin into his Captain’s shoulder and they watched the images on the screen...

The garden lights lit the shadows from the summer house and out towards the pool. The dark haired man laughed softly and scampered through the garden, glancing backwards as if looking for someone. He wore a startling white suit with huge coloured circles on it, each disc of colour full of rhinestones that danced in the reflected light... His feet were bare. He stopped and tilted his head to one side, listening. The light lit up his face as he grinned...

Jack and Ianto both drew in a sharp breath...he was gorgeous! They swapped appreciative messages in their heads as they watched him creep along the side of a row of tall shrubs, stopping just short of the open space, where he crouched down, a huge mischievous smile curving his mouth. The greenery moved and Scott appeared, moving carefully as he glanced from side to side...

Not-quite-naked hide and seek? Ianto smirked as he felt Jack’s instant response, the pulse of desire that shot through him and the hardening of attention in his trousers. He nipped the soft skin behind the older man’s earlobe, sucking it into his mouth to leave a bruise, before soothing it with his tongue. Jack moaned softly and tightened his grip around his coffee mug as his nerve endings began to tingle and his heartbeat increased rapidly...

They turned their attention back to the screen. The dark haired man, John his name was, Ianto remembered, had leapt out in front of his partner, making him jump violently... This reaction caused John to laugh uncontrollably before he folded Scott into his arms and kissed him soundly, the two men sinking into the embrace as their kiss deepened... Hands threaded through hair and slid under clothing...it looked passionate and both Jack and Ianto felt distinct stirrings of their own...turning their heads as their lips met and they kissed sweetly, lips soft and responsive as their tongues slow-danced first in one mouth then the other...

When they broke apart, panting softly some long enjoyable minutes later, to turn their attention back to the screen it was obvious that things had moved on next door as well... Scott had removed the suit jacket and was unbuttoning the simple white shirt as he gazed into John’s eyes, the dark haired man’s hands exploring the warm skin under Scott’s t-shirt...

John’s shirt hung open as Scott now kissed his way across John’s throat, his hands sliding over the other man’s smooth shoulders under the crisp cotton and his lips trailed down his chest... John’s hands moved to Scott’s belt buckle...

Ianto reached across and pushed the laptop closed. Enough watching...time for action now cariad... come to bed... Jack’s eyes widened at the images tumbling into his head as the Welshman took his hand and led him towards their bedroom, closing the door behind them...

 Jack opened his mouth to speak, only to have Ianto press a quieting finger to his lips...”sshh...” his eyes full of want and passion. He stroked his hand softly down the side of his Captain’s face, a smile curving the corners of his mouth when the older man leant into the touch...

Moving closer still, he wound his arms round Jack’s neck and pressed their lips together, red hot bolts of desire coursing through him. Jack melted into the kiss, opening his mouth to Ianto’s probing tongue which proceeded to explore with possessive intent, sending his senses soaring...he moaned softly against the Welshman’s exquisite mouth and tightened the grip in his hair...

They came up for air, panting hard. Ianto looked into Jack’s lust-blown blue grey depths and gave him that smile...the smile that told him he was something special... the smile that set his heart pounding and his soul on fire... Jack gasped at the intensity of the feeling in his lover’s eyes and crushed their mouths together hungrily, losing himself in the feel of the young man’s lips under his own...nothing else mattered...just them...right here...right now...

Ianto arched his body towards his Captain, the friction from their trousers woefully inadequate for the raging heat within... They broke apart, breathless, faces flushed, lips pink and swollen...the heady scent of desire radiating outwards... Their eyes met, minds entwined...no need for words, that blazing look said everything – love, hope, trust, desire...a reminder of the solemn promise that they would share whatever time they had...

He sank to his knees and removed Jack’s boots and socks, following swiftly with his own footwear. Jack pulled the Welshman up into his arms and captured his lips, plundering the young man’s mouth passionately as he melted into the embrace and his senses swam... They broke apart gasping...

 “...off...now!” Jack tugged at the offending items of clothing, pushing the jacket from his partner’s shoulders...

“...I’m giving the orders tonight..!” Ianto murmured as he reached for Jack’s braces, sliding them off his shoulders before moving to pull his shirt out of his trousers and attacking the buttons...

They stared hungrily into each other’s eyes as they undressed one another, punctuating the careful removal with hot, hard kisses that screamed wantwantwant...

 Finally, both naked they sank down onto the bed, mouths locked together as their passion grew... Coming up for air, Ianto pressed feather-light kisses over his Captain’s face, moving down the side of his neck, lingering on the sensitive spot behind his ear, drawing soft moans from his lover... He moved lower, down to his chest, batting Jack’s hands away when he reached out... ”...no, this is about your pleasure...just enjoy...”

His tongue swirled around a nipple, teasing the hardened nub of flesh gently with his teeth as his fingers trailed slow tantalising strokes lower and lower... The other nipple received equal treatment, Jack writhing and whimpering helplessly as his focus narrowed to the feel of Ianto’s hands and the warmth of his mouth on heated skin, his head full of delicious and sensual images...

Ianto’s fingers stroked lightly up the inside of Jack’s thigh, feeling his lover’s body trembling under his touch, as his tongue followed southwards... Jack tangled his hands into the young man’s hair as the dancing fingers crept backwards, teasing his sensitive flesh...

Jack let out a gasp as Ianto took him into his mouth and he was engulfed in moist warm heat, teeth and tongue driving him wild, feeling the slow build towards exquisite release as he arched his body off the bed...he was close, gentle ripples of pleasure starting from his toes and cascading upwards, deepening in intensity with every cheek hollowing movement of his lover’s wicked mouth...

He tugged sharply on Ianto’s hair, the Welshman pausing in his ministrations without releasing him, glancing up through his long eyelashes...questioning...

 “...stop..!” Jack panted breathlessly, “...wanna come with you in me...please...”

Ianto released him and moved away, the sudden loss of contact drawing a mewl of dismay from his Captain... He scrabbled amongst the tangled heap of abandoned clothing, groping in his pocket for the lube he’d picked up earlier...crawling back over the quilt to reclaim his lover’s lips as he flipped the lid of the bottle...

Jack shivered with anticipation as a cool finger stroked over the entrance to his body, hitching his breath as it slipped inside him...joined by a second and then they pressed back, stroking that magic spot and he shuddered with pleasure, feeling his climax rising again...

“...now...need to take me now...” he gasped against the soft and sensual mouth, suppressing a whimper as the fingers were withdrawn before the slow push as Ianto slid into him...

Hands grasping the Welshman’s hips tightly, Jack moaned and panted and thrust his head back against the pillow as Ianto began to move, slowly at first, then more urgently as they spiralled towards release...harder, faster...mouths crushed together for a wild and sloppy kiss, teeth clashing...Ianto reaching between them to pump his lover in time to his thrusts until he exploded in blissful climax, crying Ianto’s name...the feel of Jack’s muscles clenched around him as he rode out the shudders of pleasure enough to push the young man over the edge seconds later and he collapsed onto his Captain, their breath heaving pants as they were engulfed in a delicious post-orgasmic glow...

Ianto sighed contentedly and shifted until he was snuggled into Jack’s arms, his head on the older man’s chest listening to the reassuring thud of his heart. He lifted his head and pressed for a kiss, opening his mouth so their tongues danced lazily, enjoying the tingling warmth that resonated through their bodies...

Long, sweet minutes of gentle kisses and caresses passed until they broke apart gently to replenish their oxygen supply. Ianto stretched luxuriously and sat up. ...shower..?

...ummn, yea, but too lazy to move...

C’mon... Ianto hauled him to his feet and led him towards the en-suite, turning the water on to warm as he peppered every inch of Jack’s skin with feather light kisses.. .

Stepping under the warm spray, he tugged his Captain in after him where he wrapped him in his arms and they kissed softly, each relishing the closeness...before they washed each other, light sensual touches reaffirming their total commitment... It wasn’t long before the gentle touches sparked renewed interest, Jack pressing his Welshman up against the wall as he kissed him into oblivion before making love to him, sweetly, tenderly, as the water cascaded down on them...

They dried each other carefully before Ianto led his partner back to the bed and they slid under the quilt, facing each other, noses just inches apart, limbs entwined... Ianto smiled softly, love you, Jack Harkness...

Timeless and eternal, Jones, Ianto Jones...the thought warming their heats as they drifted off into contented sleep.

Jack woke early the next morning, his face buried in Ianto’s hair and his arm draped possessively over the young man’s waist as he snuggled in closer, warm and comfortably drowsy... Ianto stirred in his sleep, pressing his hips back into the embrace, sighing contentedly without waking. Jack pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his Welshman’s neck, breathing in the unique scent that was just Ianto...

Checking his shields were up so he didn’t disturb the sleeping man his mind ran back over the rollercoaster ride of the past five weeks...from the highs of their Civil Partnership and those amazing wedding rings from the Doctor through the twists and turns of those terrible memories, the pure bliss of Nirvana to the depths of anguish and despair at the hands of John Hart...

He smiled to himself and tightened his grip on Ianto’s waist...he was so lucky to have this amazing young man, the man who’d risked everything for the love of his Captain...who’d died for him...he caught his breath as a sudden sob threatened to break free and the image of him cradling a dying Ianto in front of the 456 slammed into his head. He pushed it back, locking it away and covering it with a rather more pleasurable image of his Welshman’s saucy recreation of Jamie Lee Curtis’ dance from True Lies... He lowered his shields, his body responding instantly to the slow motion replay of those hips gyrating and the seductive unwrapping of that delectable body from the scorchingly hot UNIT uniform... 

...now that’s a wake-up call..! Ianto pressed back against Jack’s warm body, his own memories of that encounter streaming into the older man’s mind... Seconds later Ianto had turned in his Captain’s arms and they were kissing hungrily, red hot desire sweeping through them as they arched and ground against each other. Their love making was wild and passionate leaving them panting hard, breathless and satisfied...

In the shower they kissed softly, wet bodies pressed together, tongues dancing lazily, just relishing the time they had together, here, in their haven from all things Torchwood... They still hadn’t told anyone about the house...they would, of course, but, for the moment it was just them, and it was heavenly...

Finally dry and dressed in jeans and sweatshirts Ianto made coffee as Jack tackled the toaster and boiled some eggs and they took their breakfast into the dining room. “So, cariad, what do you want to do today seeing as we have a whole day off..?”

Jack reached out to take Ianto’s hand and carefully entwined their fingers, stroking his thumb softly over the Welshman’s palm, “...don’t mind...just be here...with you...we could take a walk on the beach...anything you want...we’ve still got a few rooms and the garden to christen..!”

He chuckled at the red flush that coloured the young man’s cheeks as he recalled their energetic christening of the entrance hall, the postman arriving at the most inappropriate moment as Ianto was howling his release, his face pressed hard against the glass panel of the door... Jack had withdrawn, tugged up his trousers and calmly opened the door, grinning manically at the highly entertained postie whose swift glance at the dishevelled man in front of him and the quiet moans from the other side of the door left him in no doubt of what he’d interrupted... Jack had taken the small parcel and bundle of envelopes, signed for the package and closed the door after another beaming smile, growling “...now where were we..?” very loudly for the postman’s benefit as the man moved away slowly... “...we could recreate that one again...it was hot...” as he reached out with his free hand.

Ianto grinned, “...you’re insatiable...” this is familiar!

“You’re irresistible...”

“...you’re incorrigible...”

“...so I’m told...” his reaching hand grabbed a handful of sweatshirt and hauled the Welshman in for a searing kiss, Ianto’s moans of pleasure lost against his mouth...  

It was many pleasurable minutes before they resurfaced, breathing heavily, lips just millimetres apart as they shared warm breath... Smiling softly they sank back into their respective chairs, fingers still linked.

“One thing I do want to do is to add some pictures to the time capsule...we need to choose some from the ceremony of us and the gang...and some of us in this house...” he raised an eyebrow at some of the images Jack streamed into his head, “...this is supposed to be a memory box not a porn stash!” he relented a little as Jack pouted, ok, a couple of tasteful ones – and I get the final say..!

Jack just grinned...

After stacking the dishwasher with the breakfast things and making some fresh coffee, Ianto joined Jack in the living room where he had photos spread out on the floor and all over the coffee table... “...what about these?” as he swapped a bundle of pictures for his coffee mug.

Ianto looked through the photos Jack had selected and smiled. Each choice was a perfect reminder of their special day... He lingered on one...it had been taken from across the room and focused on their head and shoulders, their eyes were locked on each other, one of Jack’s hands caressed his neck, his thumb brushing over Ianto’s cheek and they both wore those special just-for-you-when-we’re-alone smiles...it was intimate and beautiful and Ianto felt a rush of love for his handsome Captain, sending it flooding into his head as he held out the picture... “I really like this one...”  

...my favourite one too... Jack leant over the coffee table and captured Ianto’s mouth in a tender kiss, streaming loving thoughts and memories of their special day back into his partner’s head.

Breaking apart gently, Ianto’s gaze drifted down to the pictures spread out on the table. These were the ones most definitely for their eyes only and his attention was drawn to one he didn’t remember – he was naked and very aroused, his head thrust back into the pillow as he arched his body up, eyes closed and his lips, all pink and kiss-swollen, were parted... A hand could be seen holding the feather that traced a trail down his abdomen towards his groin... He picked it up... I don’t remember this one?

Ah, one of my particular favourites of the intimate collection...you don’t remember it because it was after your boozy night out with Rhys and Andy after Wales beat England in the rugby...you were...very enthusiastic and adventurous that night – that feather was just the entree..! I have lots of others on the computer..?

Ianto blushed, a sudden flash of Jack fisting himself in his office one night after a gruesome Weevil death for Jack and a nasty head wound for himself had meant he wasn’t in the mood for their usual release... it was to those pictures wasn’t it?

Uh hu...Jack nodded, his head on one side as he considered his Welshman’s likely response to some of his other...more explicit pictures of them, pulled from Tosh’s massive CCTV collection. ..miss you Tosh... Looking at the bodily reaction and the lust-inspired darkening of his iris’ he decided to share, reaching for his wallet to dig out the pictures he carried with him always.

Ianto watched curiously. He knew Jack always carried the one Gwen had taken of them some time ago...before the 456, before his death...the picture he’d given Jack as a 3D image for his wedding present... I love that picture...

Delving into a Velcro-sealed flap at the back of his wallet, Jack pulled out three more pictures, each obviously well loved as they were creased and the corners curled. He handed them to his partner... Yan..?

They’re so...so...’open’ Each picture was from a different occasion, each showing the act of love making but it was their faces that drew the young man’s eyes...his thumb brushed across one that showed them obviously at the rapturous moment of release and the blissful electricity fairly crackled off the surface of the picture, their skin shone with a light sheen of sweat and looking at it, Ianto could feel the warmth radiating through him, leaving him tingling from head to toe... fuck Jack...these’re hot

...so are you...I’m going to ravish you...now...’till you beg for mercy... Jack reached towards the younger man, only for Ianto to laugh delightedly and twist out of the way at the last second so Jack’s lunge met empty space and he crashed on the coffee table, spilling pictures all over the floor...

...you’ll have to catch me first, cariad...Ianto giggled and darted out of the room, still clutching the photo...

Laughing, Jack jumped up and sped after his Welshman, streaming steamy suggestions of what he was planning to do...images of hands tied to the headboard, spanking with hairbrushes and sensual treats like ice-cubes or melted chocolate passed back and forth between them as Ianto fled into the garden, Jack in hot pursuit...

In the garden Jack managed to catch up with his partner when he tripped on the edge of the path, folding him into his arms to kiss him senseless as he plundered his mouth passionately... Ianto moaned and thrust his hips forward, pressing against the similar hot swelling in his Captain’s trousers, melting into the embrace as he tangled his hand in the older man’s hair. The other hand, still gripping the photo, rested in the small of his back...

Breaking apart, Jack chuckled breathlessly ...so are you going to come quietly Mr Jones..? as he flashed the entrance hall session back at him...

Ianto laughed and wriggled out of the older man’s embrace I’ll make as much noise as you want...but you still have to catch me..! as he took off again, dodging Jack’s exasperated outstretched hand, and fled down to the end of the garden, vaulting the gate to the beach as his Captain gave chase once more...

Ianto was running along the sand, delighted laughter at the wild images Jack was sending him of all the things he was going to do when he caught up with him... Glancing behind, he was still ahead of his partner although Jack was gaining you’re so slow old man..! he teased, grinning at Jack’s half-laughing, half-growled response.

With a sudden burst of speed, Jack came close enough to make a lunge at Ianto’s legs and brought him down in an impressive rugby tackle, the Welshman hitting the sand hard enough to knock the wind out of him as Jack lay on top of him, tickling him mercilessly...

He rallied and gave grasp for grasp and they rolled over and over, both laughing helplessly now until Jack eventually triumphed and pinned the younger man down, crushing their mouths together, tongues duelling and hands raking over clothing as they arched and writhed on the sand, passions rising as the world around them faded from existence...

They were roused from their personal paradise by inquisitive cold noses, whiskers and excited barking as the three dogs came to investigate. Ianto giggled breathlessly as Harris greeted him like an old friend by licking his face and Captain Jack attempted to bury them in sand! Jack sat up on Ianto’s hips and fussed the two spaniels as the young man struggled up on to his elbows, brushing sand out of his eyes...

A piercing whistle saw the sudden retreat of all three dogs who streaked away in response to the call from their lord and master! Jack looked round to see their neighbours approaching, broad grins on their faces as the dogs danced excitedly around their feet... Scott waved and tugged on John’s sleeve, urging him to move faster towards them. As they got closer John bent down to pick up something fluttering along the ground, caught on the breeze. He chuckled and showed it to Scott and they gazed with added interest at the two men still lying in the sand...

“Ianto! Good to see you again...this must be Jack...” Scott held out his hand and Jack took it, pulling himself up before finally shaking it, grinning. Jack and Scott then both held out a hand to Ianto who was in danger of being spaniel’d to death, and tugged him to his feet before Scott wrapped him in a brief hug... “...glad it worked out...and yea, he’s gorgeous!” he murmured in the Welshman’s ear as he released him and turned to John who was stood gazing at the photo he held in his hand with frank appreciation...

“This is John...he’s never usually this quiet..!”

Ianto followed the other man’s gaze and realised what he was looking at, a fierce blush rocketing over his cheeks as he reached out to reclaim the picture, tugging it gently from John’s hands. John grinned widely, perfect white teeth, sparkling eyes and adorable dimples dancing in his cheeks as he grabbed the retreating hand and held it, the warmth of his body sending tiny shivers down Ianto’s spine as he recalled watching this handsome man the previous evening...the blush deepened as John squeezed his hand and winked...

“Nice to meet you, Ianto...that’s a lovely picture...” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, released Ianto’s hand and brushed his thumb softly over the young man’s chin before turning to stare at Jack who was also uncharacteristically quiet...watching, his hair stood up on end and his clothes covered in sand ...he’s amazing in the flesh, and I just love the American accent... he sent, slow motion replays of the CCTV rolling through his head...

...yeah..!

John circled Jack as the two men checked each other out...both dark haired, blue-grey eyes, smiles to die for... Jack threw his hands out and stretched himself to his full height with a self-confident grin, raising his eyebrows as John got a whiff of fifty-first century pheromones and his eyes widened, nostrils flaring...

Scott leant across to murmur in Ianto’s ear, the comment leaving them both chuckling “...good job we’re outside – I don’t think we’d get two egos this big indoors!”

John grinned at Jack and stepped back behind him, the Captain jumping when his sweatshirt was tugged up and a light slap administered to his denim-clad backside...

John turned to Scott and hauled him in for a brief but fierce kiss, the sandy-haired man sinking into the embrace with a smile... They parted and John grinned triumphantly at his partner “...yup, great smile, dancing eyes and a very cute arse...” he twinkled lovingly at Scott, hands sliding down to squeeze the other man’s bum, “...yours is still the one for me...” He brushed their lips together lightly and released him, stepping back to face Jack who was having a wordless discussion with Ianto in his head, the Welshman teasing his partner for being star-struck...

“I’d love to see you in that coat..!” John held out his hand with a suggestive twinkle in his eyes, chuckling loudly when Jack grabbed the hand and crushed him into a huge hug, planting a smacker of a kiss on his lips before releasing him as the four men fell about laughing...

They walked along the beach, conversations jumping easily from topic to random topic, flirting, innuendo and touch filling the gaps...it was like they’d known each other forever and Ianto somehow knew that this new friendship would endure over time...these two such genuine men, who were so obviously totally in love and committed to each other...it just felt right...

...perfectly said, as always...love you....

...well, I do know everything, cariad...love you too...

The conversation moved on to boats and they talked enthusiastically about the planned jetty and the SeaQueen... Turning round to walk back towards their now distant houses, they swapped stories of fun times and listened to John’s tales of his filming and musical theatre days, grinning as he broke into song every now and again, along with the occasional burst of a broad Scottish accent that made Scott shudder and John grin mischievously...

As they approached their homes Jack glanced across at John, “...race you..? you win and I’ll get the coat...I win...I’m sure I can think of something..!” The pair took off across the sand, the dogs following them excitedly...

Scott draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulder and squeezed gently, “...I’m so glad they get on...they really are alike in so many ways...”

“Yeah, like living with a tornado at times and a balmy summer’s day at others, with the bliss of a moonlit romantic walk along the beach thrown in for good measure...” Ianto grinned as the other man nodded vigorously.

“Poetically put, but oh-so-accurate! John’s fans are always asking me what it’s like to live with him...I’m gonna use that description the next time I’m asked! It’s a whirlwind life at times but I wouldn’t swap it for the earth...”

“I know exactly what you mean...” Ianto wound his arm round Scott’s waist and they sauntered slowly up to join the two who were stretched out on the sand panting hard, the dogs clambering over them, tails wagging madly.

“Who won..?” they asked in unison...

“Dead heat..!” Jack gasped breathlessly, holding his hands out towards his Welshman, pulling him to the floor and rolling him over to end up sat on his hips...”so, I think this is where we were earlier...” He leant down and crushed his mouth to Ianto’s, tongue sweeping possessively as he ground their hips together and the young man moaned into the kiss...

John and Scott laughed, wrapping their arms around each other’s waists as they watched their new friends. Jack and Ianto came up for air, Ianto’s eyes glazed from the wild passion of the kiss, his breath tiny gasps as he recovered from the experience. Jack pushed himself to his feet and hauled Ianto up from the ground... He looked adorable - flushed cheeks, sand-filled dishevelled hair and pink, deliciously kiss-swollen lips as he stood and panted softly...Jack quietly fell in love with him all over again...

“Right...” John glanced at Scott, who nodded, the two seeming to communicate in looks alone, “...you go get that wonderful coat...” he looked at Jack, “...you two can sort out easy chairs and drinks and I’ll sort the steaks and sausages and...” he blew a kiss at his partner, “...the fish sticks! We’re gonna have a barbie for lunch...” He headed towards their garden gate, calling back over his shoulder, “...how many sausages?”

“Four, plus dogs...that’s seven...bring enough for twenty!” Scott chuckled as John waved a hand in acknowledgment and disappeared from sight, “...the dogs are partial to sausages and John always burns them so we need twice as many!” He grinned. “If you want to bring your trunks we can have a dip in the pool as well...though I can’t promise you John won’t skinny dip!”

Jack laughed...”in that case...” The megawatt grin eclipsed the sun...coat...naked... He scampered off towards their gate...

Ianto rolled his eyes as he looked at Scott, “...guess it’s tornado time!” they laughed as Scott led the way up the path. “You know I designed these houses..?” Their voices faded into the distance as they talked animatedly about their favourite features of their respective homes...and their men...four, plus dogs...equals seven...I like seven... Ianto thought happily...

End

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PDF files for the trilogy of stories in this series [so far!] Thank you for the suggestions on where to go from here. Bunnies have taken them away so we'll see what happens from here, although my focus has now shifted to my reel_torchwood fic as I've done...um....very little so far! Would be good if you could just let me know if you download any of these pdfs...
Thanks again for reading *big hugs* xxx

Title: All the time we have
Author: zazajb

Beta: The absolutely wonderful: [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted 

Artwork by: the amazing [livejournal.com profile] penny_sieve 
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M

Warnings: mentions of character death end s2 and day 4 CoE
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – possible all s1-3 TW, plus radio 4 play The Dead Line: set between TW s2 & s3, directly after Radio 4 play The Dead Line
Summary: Following Ianto’s speech to Jack in The Dead Line, Jack tries to show Ianto he’ll never be just a blip in time

Word count: 23100

Written for TW Big Bang Round 2

A/N Not done anything quite like this before and I have to say I loved every minute! I have to say a huge thank you to my wonderful beta badly_knitted who shared the highs and sent me cookies and hugs when I was doubting my sanity [that’s a lorry-load of cookies and even more hugs!] Thank you *hugs close* Also special thanks to the amazingly talented penny_sieve who took my words and gave them life with her awesome artwork – thank you so much *raises a glass to you*

A/N 2 Hope you enjoy...xxx
 

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Title: No place to hide
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – All series 1-3
Warnings - CoE canon character death
Summary: CoE fixit, sequel to All the time we have. Words 11,720

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

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

A/N I couldn’t change CoE but I could put it right.

oops - mucked that up didn't I?!!! Try this one
http://www.sendspace.com/file/wett5s      and don't panic when the top title says In the blink of an eye - it is the right one - promise -I just forgot to change the header!!!

Title: Lost inside of you
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter, John Hart
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty who was there at the very start – little realising the monster she’d unleashed!

With thanks to the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] wykling  for the awesome banner *hugs*

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Title: Lost inside of you Epilogue
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter, John Hart
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty who was there at the very start – little realising the monster she’d unleashed!

With thanks to the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] wykling  for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N And so we reach the end. I’m going to miss this, my companion for so long...it’s been fun and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing!

 

Epilogue

They lay in a tangle of limbs, breathing slowing to normal, the blissful warmth of the afterglow radiating through their bodies... Jack propped himself up on his elbow to gaze down at the man he’d almost lost for a third time.

“I couldn’t bear it...I thought you’d stop loving me if you knew the things I’d done...all those terrible things...everything I’d shared with John...I just kept going over and over them, looking for a way to reach you without having to admit what I was...in case you thought I was still that person...I never wanted you to see who I used to be...before you made me complete...

Ianto’s eyes filled with tears as he felt the panic and loss as Jack had re-lived all the horrors of those memories. He reached up to cup his Captain’s face, brushing his thumb tenderly across his cheek. “I was lost...lost in a world that wasn’t mine – everywhere I looked I saw you and him, he was holding you, kissing you...laughing at me... I went to Nirvana to find us...” he choked back a sob, remembering, “...and he was there... he told me you’d gone and were never coming back...that I was only ever a part-time shag...a distraction...just like Owen always said...”

Jack leant down and crushed his mouth to the Welshman’s trembling lips, tears spilling down both their faces, hands raking over hot skin, desperation and hunger colliding with raw passion and need... Panting hard, they broke off for air, eyes boring into each other’s...

“Are you ready..?” Jack’s voice was thick with want

“Yes...” Ianto whispered, his heart beating fast, “always...I want to get lost inside of you...”

“You know I’ll always find you...timeless...”

“...and eternal, cariad...” sighing happily as his lips were claimed and he lost himself in the intoxicating sensation of everything that was Jack...


End 

Requested coda - the neighbours finally get to meet each other!
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A/N Thank you for all your comments along the way and for the wonderful friends I've made as this story has grown...and grown from it's original planned 10 chapters!!! Guess that's what happens when you hand the plot over to your characters! I'm a little bereft now it's done so need something else to get my teeth into and I'm open to suggestions... *hugs* D xxx
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Title: Lost inside of you 37/37 + epilogue
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter, John Hart
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty who was there at the very start – little realising the monster she’d unleashed!

With thanks to the wonderful Wykling for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N This last chapter was way too long for LJ and so I’ve split it into two separate chapters, but this is the final 3 parts to complete the story. Total word count 129,500

 

Chapter 37

 

In the TARDIS Jack and Ianto had finally come up for air and were stood wrapped around each other as the Doctor brought them up to date with events. Ianto shuddered as the memories came flooding back and the realisation that Hart had intended to drive him to suicide sent icy fear through his veins. He held on tighter to his Captain, breathing in the familiar and reassuring scent that was just Jack...

 

“What I don’t understand is why he’s suddenly decided to attack me now..? Jack...what is it..? I know there’s something...”

 

Jack turned to the Doctor, “...can we..?” as he tapped his head lightly with his finger. Returning his gaze to his Welshman he kissed him softly, “I love you, Ianto...with everything I am...always remember that...” his eyes filled with tears, “...don’t hate me...please...”

 

Jack...what is it cariad..?

 

Just come with me...like we did before...I love you...I will always love you...

 

Clutching Jack’s hand tightly, Ianto followed him into the Doctor’s mind space, the awe inspiring sense of all there was and everything that could be calming his mind as they joined the Doctor under the black velvet sky...

 

Jack turned to the Timelord, don’t think too badly of me...I’m not that person any more...I’m different...better...

 

Ianto’s mouth was dry and his heart hammered painfully in his chest as the stars were blotted out by the swirling dark mass of Jack’s memory...

 

John Hart staggered out of the bar, blood dripping from his split lip, his clothes ripped and soaked in Timo – a potent cocktail that was the favoured drink of the moment on their current planet. Panting hard, he spat the blood from his mouth and wiped his face across the sleeve of his jacket. Moments later Jack crashed through the same doors, his own face showing similar signs of battle and a bottle clutched in his hand. He was laughing, his clothes equally battered as he strode over to Hart and pulled him into his arms, kissing him fiercely, both men battling for dominance as they bit and pressed against each other. It was hard and dirty play and Ianto’s heart shattered as he watched the man he loved...he’s not your Captain here...this isn’t your Jack...this is a previous life...another time, long since buried...

 

Hart shoved Jack away and swung back for a punch, one that Jack avoided easily, flinging his arm around the tattered leather-clad shoulders as he led them away down the street, swigging from the bottle before passing across to share... The two men stumbled into an alleyway where Hart shoved Jack roughly up against the wall and crushed their mouths together, hands ripping at fastenings to dive his hand into the other man’s trousers...

 

Tears fell unchecked down Ianto’s face...Jack... The Doctor, now well aware what the memory would show, wrapped his mind around the young man’s, the support gratefully received as the scene played out in front of them...

 

Jack’s hands moved to mirror Hart’s and the sound of guttural moans echoed... Hart pulled away before either man had climaxed and gripped Jack’s throat, squeezing tightly so he choked for air... “I’ve got something special for you tonight...” the leer evident, lust-crazed control blazing from his eyes. He released Jack’s throat and kissed him hard before they staggered into a grimy building and Hart used his wrist strap to open the door to their current lodgings. Despite the grubby exterior, the inside was clean and surprisingly spacious, sparsely furnished with a couple of easy chairs, a low table and a double bed, two other doors led to a tiny kitchen area and an even tinier bathroom.

 

Jack laughed, the sound sending shivers down Ianto’s spine...he knew that sound, mischievous and a prelude to some of Jack’s most innovative lovemaking...he bit down hard on his lip as the silent tears continued to fall...

 

The two men had resumed their frantic and rough kissing, biting and pinching each other with wild abandon, clothes were ripped from bodies until they were both naked and, wrapped in a fierce embrace, they fell onto the bed, rolling over as they battled for supremacy, eventually settling for side by side as they continued their brutal foreplay... Hart twisted Jack round and plunged his fingers into him, preparing him roughly, drawing a hiss of pain from the other man, “...you like this...like it hard...don’t you Jack...” as he pulled out his fingers and slammed into him violently, a cry of agony wrenched from Jack’s lips as Hart pounded into him... Jack’s eyes rolled backwards and he teetered on the edge of consciousness until Hart slowed...replacing brutal with gentle...tender... “...you know I love you Jack...I love you like I’ve never loved anyone...I want to possess you...you drive me insane when I’m near you and we can’t touch...come with me...”

 

Ianto’s breath caught in his throat as he suddenly realised what he was seeing and he broke down in heart wrenching sobs as Hart took Jack to Nirvana...at last he understood... Jack had erased this from his inner core...he’d showed Ianto after that first time...their first time...timeless and eternal...now he knew why Hart had crossed the stars to destroy him and a tiny part of him could sympathise...

 

The Doctor watched as Ianto put the pieces together in his head and marvelled anew as the Welshman showed once again those breathtaking qualities that truly made him special – with his world crumbling around him he could still show empathy for a man who sought to destroy him so completely that he would take his own life...Ianto Jones was a rare and beautiful thing...encompassing that ‘eagle flying with a dove’ breathtaking love with the pureness of a silver unicorn in his heart...and his two hearts broke to see him so hurt... The tears blurred sight in all three faces as the scene faded away and they were returned to the black velvet sky.

 

Silence reigned, broken only by the muffled sobs from Jack and Ianto.

 

The darkness was suddenly engulfed by light, white light that shimmered with a mesmerising ethereal quality and a sound that filled their hearts with overwhelming joy and peace resonated through the Doctor’s mind space... It wasn’t Ood song, yet they felt it was familiar...it was fire and ice and love...pure, timeless and heartfelt love and it cleansed them, sweeping away the hurt and pain as it radiated with all there was...and all there ever could be...

 

The TARDIS poured her love into the three men she valued above all else... They had suffered so much and she had the power to save them...so she saved them...the Doctor and his love for Rose...that love would always be there, but as a fondness and foundation for future love, Jack and Ianto...such love was rare and precious and was now restored as it should be...Hart was an insignificance and would be dealt with...

 

The light vanished and the velvet black sky returned... The three gazed at each other, tear tracks shining brightly on their pale drawn faces as a gentle feeling of serenity warmed them and they fell into each other’s arms, hugging tightly, until with unspoken agreement, they returned to real time...

 

The Doctor sank onto his battered chair, raking his hands through his hair as he attempted to put the events of the last hour into some semblance of order...in over nine hundred years this was unparalleled...

 

Jack and Ianto were once again in each other’s arms, soft, tender kisses...blissful and loving kisses...Hart didn’t matter, nothing mattered...it was just them and would always be just them...timeless and eternal...for as long as they had...and their hearts sang...

 

The SUV swung into the underground car park and they leapt out, blood-stained clothing, wild dishevelled hair and hard, set faces. They hauled Hart out of the boot and dragged him towards the main hub... Jack, Ianto, Donna and the Doctor gazed at the state of the team and their prisoner, their expressions reflecting a multitude of different emotions, supportive messages exchanged back and forth drawing gentle smiles...reactions that perplexed the returning war party who were ready to tear Hart limb from limb..!

 

“How can you stand there and smile?” Gwen demanded harshly, “...this is the man who had you at each other’s throats a few short hours ago...” her eyes filled with tears as the recent events replayed in her head and the adrenalin ebbed away leaving her drained.

 

She’ll never understand, cariad...we need to play the game...for the team...

 

You sure...if that’s what you want...I love you Ianto Jones...

 

I know...now be the big bad boss they need you to be...

 

With a final squeeze of his Welshman’s hand Jack released him and strode across to pull Gwen into a tight hug, before turning to Ianto, “We need the restraints chair...” he said grimly, “...and the mind probe...” Ianto hurried off as Gwen peeled off her bloodstained jacket and dropped it by her workstation, dropping into her chair, her legs suddenly too weak to support her...they’d got him and now they’d deal with him...

 

Jack stepped over to Peter and Lois who were still supporting the unconscious Hart between them. He grabbed hold of the ex-Time Agent and gazed at him, a dozen different memories jumbling in his head, before dropping him roughly to the floor...big bad boss... Paying the prone figure no further attention he looked anxiously at the two precious people in front of him, “...are you hurt, either of you..?”

 

Peter wrapped an arm around Lois’ shoulder and squeezed gently, “...it was a bit rough but we’re fine...no worse than a weevil tussle...” they gasped as Jack dragged them both in for a fierce hug, “...thank you...for being there for us...for everything...”

 

Releasing them he looked back down at the unconscious man and jabbed him with his foot, “...how long before he comes round..?”

 

“...maybe an hour...possibly a bit longer...depends on how quickly his body fights off the effects of the sedative, it was a double dose...”

 

“Ok, we’ll keep watch, go get yourselves cleaned up and be back here in forty-five minutes...”

 

“I’ll get the coffee on...” the lilting Welsh tones brought a soft smile to the Captain’s lips as Ianto appeared, lugging the restraint chair behind him. They set it in the middle of the main workspace and Hart was manhandled into it, arms and ankles securely fastened and sonic screwdriver sealed... “...can never be too sure with him...” Jack muttered as Ianto removed the pile of weapons Hart had been concealing on various parts of his anatomy, along with his wrist strap...

 

One hour and ten minutes later John Hart moaned softly as he regained consciousness. He blinked as he tried to move and realised that he couldn’t... he was cuffed and secured to a chair and most definitely no longer in the old man’s house. Opening his eyes fully he started, “oh fuck!” before his usual arrogance reasserted itself and he drawled nonchalantly as he gazed round at the silent and set faces around him “...so you finally got me then...took your time...this lot aren’t really up to the job are they Jack...maybe I should’ve stopped your brother from breaking your old team...” he grinned cheerfully as Jack stepped forward and invaded his personal space.

 

“This is one time you’re gonna wish you’d stayed well away from me and the people I love... “ he hissed,

 

Hart looked pained, “...you used to love me...you hurt me Jack...when I asked you to come away with me you turned me down without even thinking about it...I couldn’t let that pass...”

 

“There was nothing to think about...I have everything I could ever want here...” his eyes met the Welshman’s, sending loving thoughts tumbling into his head. “Ianto...the mind probe please...”

 

“Hey, Eye Candy...shame you’re not dead yet, although I did have some interesting plans for the two of us...things that I saw in your head...you were interested...curious...that last time we met in the elevator...you wondered what it would be like...” he leered at the stony-faced Welshman, “...I’m all tied up here...you could take me here...now...you know you want to..!”

 

Ianto moved forward, a curious expression of suppressed amusement on his face as he leant in to stop with his mouth just millimetres from Hart’s lips...”...you’ll never have me and what you had with Jack is gone...erased from living memory...for ever...” his whispered words chasing a furious scowl across the other man’s face as Ianto’s clear blue eyes bore into him. Stepping away Ianto reached for Jack and wrapped his arms around him, capturing his lips gently...tenderly, as he caressed the loving thoughts and sent them back into his Captain’s head. ..

 

Jack responded eagerly, sliding his tongue into the Welshman’s mouth where it tangoed delightedly with his own, his hands moving to tangle one in Ianto’s hair and the other moving to caress his backside, pulling him in close as they gave themselves to the moment... The white light flickered in their heads, filling them again with the wondrous sense of all there was and all there ever could be, burning with a purity that was almost painful to see...the hub vanished and they were amongst the stars, floating on a plane of pure bliss, heartbeats synchronised, breathing totally in tune...two became one and never had Nirvana been so beautiful...

 

Jack gazed deeply into Ianto’s eyes, this man that he loved so very much, the man who had risked everything for him, showing him with gentle caresses and the softest of kisses just how totally loved he was... They pulled apart to watch a comet blazing a trail through the vastness of time and space, sharing the wonder with everything that they were before a light brush of lips and they were returned to real time, realising they were in the hub...in front of the team, Donna, the Doctor and their prisoner...

 

Exchanging a soft glance they stepped apart expecting to be called to task for indulging themselves when they should be dealing with other things, although Jack understood completely why Ianto had kissed him...it was far more effective than shouting at Hart to remind him just what he was never going to have...Nirvana had been an unexpected bonus...

 

The anticipated comments failed to materialise and looking round they realised that no-one was even looking at them – the team were gathered around Hart’s chair, Peter crouched down beside him running a scanner over him as he slumped limply in the restraints...the Doctor and Donna were nowhere to be seen...

 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jack linked hands with Ianto and they joined the others.

 

“No idea..!” Peter looked puzzled. It’s nothing to do with the gunshot wound...one minute he was muttering under his breath, quite angrily it sounded like but it wasn’t in any language we recognised and was shaking his head...nice touch by the way, Ianto...kissing Jack pissed him off far more than any amount of shouting or torture...he was really wound up and I’m surprised you didn’t dissolve from the glares he was sending your way!

 

Anyway, you were lost in each other and he was shooting you these really evil looks then his eyes rolled and he was completely out of it...there’s nothing wrong with any of his vitals...

 

Ianto felt that same song they’d heard in the TARDIS flooding his head and suddenly understood...he squeezed Jack’s hand, “...it was the TARDIS...she removed his link to my head...he’s gone totally and I’m guessing she’s punishing him for what he did...” He reached out to stroke Jack’s cheek softly, “...when we were going through that memory and I saw him take you to Nirvana, I understood why he’d come after me...in his twisted mind I was the reason you’d deleted his memory and I actually felt sorry for him, just for a moment...”

 

Ianto gasped at the intensity of emotion that radiated from his Captain...it flooded his senses, filling every atom of his being with a warmth that left him tingling from head to toe, his knees weak...

 

They spun round as the Doctor came out of the TARDIS, in the middle of a sentence, talking at top speed as he grinned around at them, a confused Donna following in his wake, still fussing a purring His Nids. “...incredible connection and purity...I said it all along, a very special young man – and he looked bloody hot in that uniform...no wonder she loves you...a rare and precious thing...a bit like her...”  He stopped in front of Ianto and dragged him into a warm embrace, pulling back to plant a soft kiss on his mouth, much to the young man’s surprise and everyone else’s amusement – apart from Jack, who pouted, unsure of whether to be jealous or feel left out!

 

Ushering everyone up towards the sofa and the tiny stools around the coffee table, the Timelord continued to grin widely and rake his hands through his wild hair... Once they were all comfortably seated he slammed his hand down on the table, making everyone jump, “Ha! It’s all so simple...the TARDIS has removed the link Hart planted in Ianto’s head, along with some of his memories and has suggested that we drop him off on a planet a long way from here, I can disable his wrist strap...he’ll not bother anyone here again...she really loves you, Ianto...” He looked at Jack, “...you’re a very lucky man Harkness...”

 

“I know...” Jack’s voice shook with emotion as he reached for his partner’s hand, entwining their fingers together.

 

The young man blushed as everyone looked at him and he stood quickly, “...coffee? Yeah...I need to make coffee..!” he looked at Jack, desire smouldering in his eyes, “...you could help..?”

 

Catching the look, Jack’s voice came out as a quiet squawk and the pair hurried away, fond laughter following their rapid exit. Gwen’s phone rang, breaking into the light hearted chatter that ensued, “Rhys...yeah, been a bit of a tough day...” she moved towards her workstation and relaxed back in her chair as she chatted to her husband...the man she loved with all her heart, the man she depended on to keep her grounded...

 

Donna nudged the Doctor and looked at him meaningfully as he gazed at Lois and Peter, the medic gently stroking Lois’ hair, his touch tender as they stared into each other’s eyes... The Doctor jumped as his foot was kicked and Donna glared at him... “Oh, yeah!  Err, Peter, could I borrow you for a minute...I need to ask your advice about something ...”

 

“Huh? Oh, sure...” he pressed a soft kiss to Lois’ forehead and followed the Timelord down to the TARDIS and they vanished inside.

 

Donna moved from her tiny stool to the sofa and leant back, letting out a deep breath. “Been a bit of a day!” she grinned as Lois nodded vigorously.

 

“You can say that again! I thought COBRA and the 456 was tense, but this has been...has been...I don’t think I’ve got any words to describe it!” she smiled, “...I wouldn’t change what I do for the world though...”

 

“Nah, me neither...I’m going to travel with the Doctor for ever...and you’ve got your doctor...he’s a keeper, that one..!”

 

“Yeah, I know...” the gentle look said it all and the two women sank into companionable silence... a silence that was broken by a shout from the Timelord...

 

“...Donna.!.”

 

As she passed Peter on the stairs, Donna gave his arm a quick squeeze, “...good luck!” she whispered, grinning at him knowingly.

 

His mouth dropped open, but he couldn’t help grinning back, “...thanks..!”

 

Lois was taken by surprise when her boyfriend reappeared and sank down onto one knee, holding a ring out in front of him, “Lois, my darling Lois, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” his proposal formal yet endearing...

 

A beaming smile broke over his face as Lois nodded and whispered “...yes..!” leaning forward to kiss him sweetly. Peter slid the ring onto her finger and stood up, pulling his fiancée into his arms and twirling her round madly to applause from Gwen, Donna and the Doctor.

  

Landing her back on her feet, Peter released her and went to bang on the kitchen door...”Oi, Jack, put the tea boy down and come and meet my fiancée!”

 

Gwen chuckled, as she pulled her phone out again, “...he sounds more like Owen every day!” she said to herself, remembering her lost colleagues fondly. She missed Tosh and Owen but there was some comfort in knowing that they, and their sacrifice, would never be forgotten... “Hey sweetheart, me again...yeah, you wanna leave work and come to a party..?” Grinning happily she brought Rhys up to date with events as Jack and Ianto came out of the kitchen, hair mussed, clothes rumpled, lips pink and kiss swollen and glazed expressions of satisfaction on their faces...

 

Lois bounded up to them, her left hand extended, the ring sparkling brightly on her finger. “Wow! That’s some stone..!” Jack was stunned. He recognised that ring and he turned to look at the Doctor who was grinning broadly...

 

Peter was explaining to Ianto, “It’s a Tanzonnite diamond and it sparkles so brightly because it’s forged in the heart of their sun...rare and beautiful...just like Lois” He tugged his fiancée into his arms and kissed her passionately to loud cheers from their friends...

 

“Hey, Ianto, you made that coffee yet or were you too busy with Jack’s ‘help’..?” the Doctor smirked, knowing only too well that the coffee machine was untouched and that the coffee maker wasn’t! He’d blocked the steamy sensations the minute the kitchen door had closed! Taking pity on the blushing Welshman, he grinned. “...no need for coffee, I’ve got some wonderful honey champagne from a lovely planet a few light years from Rigel 3 so we can toast the newly engaged couple...we just need glasses...”

 

Ianto nodded and returned to the kitchen as the roller door opened and Gwen reappeared with a smiling Rhys...

 

Jack moved over to where the Doctor stood watching the happy group of people. “That’s Rose’s ring...” it wasn’t a question. “Why now...after all this time?”

 

“I realised I don’t need a ring I never gave her to remember her by...today, when we were in my head...that white light...the TARDIS showed me how I can love Rose without it hurting...and I’m just so happy...she’s happy and I know I will always love her...he’s part of me so in a way I’m always with her and knowing that she can spend the rest of her life with him, and him her...I know it doesn’t make sense, but it does to me...” He smiled. “Besides, I think Lois and Peter deserved it...you’ve got an amazing team Jack...”

 

“I know...” They stared at each other for a moment, unspoken thoughts passing back and forth until Jack pulled the Timelord to him and kissed him, a kiss full of fondness and understanding, of lasting friendship and acceptance of each other’s flaws...a kiss full of love...

 

Ianto grinned and wandered over to them, draping an arm around each of their shoulders. “What are going to do with Sleeping Beauty over there?” he nodded towards the slumped unconscious figure of John Hart.

 

“Good call, let’s see what accommodations the TARDIS has arranged for him...I think they’d be suitable to leave him in and I’m sure that she’s having way too much fun in his head to let him wake up yet...I wouldn’t like to think about the nightmares he’s having right now..!” 

 

Moving swiftly, they crossed the hub, the Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to release the locks and Jack and Ianto carried him between them, following the Timelord deep into the TARDIS to a small cell where they lay Hart down on the narrow bunk. Jack looked down at him, no anger in his expression, “...bye John...” he touched his face lightly, turned and left without looking back leaving Ianto and the Doctor gazing after him.

 

Jack...you ok cariad..?

 

Yeah, I’m good...now come join the party...

 

The champagne flowed and the friends laughed and relaxed, sharing stories and jokes... Naturally, the women drifted towards discussions about dresses and colour schemes... Rhys sipped from his glass before asking loudly, “...so does this mean another Torchwood wedding?” the memories of his own, rather unusual nuptials rattling through his slightly inebriated brain...

 

There was a stunned silence as those who were there remembered and those who weren’t recalled the stories...

 

Peter leant towards Lois, “...how do you fancy getting married in the Bahamas?” as the hub erupted into delighted laughter...

Epilogue http://zazajb.livejournal.com/26771.html

 

 

 


zazajb: (tw ep4 janto)

Title: Lost inside of you 36/37 + epilogue
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter, John Hart
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide and All the time we have. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty who was there at the very start – little realising the monster she’d unleashed!

With thanks to the wonderful Wykling for the awesome banner *hugs*

A/N This last chapter was way too long for LJ and so I’ve split it into two separate chapters, but this is the final 3 parts to complete the story. Total word count 129,500

 

 

Chapter 36

 

The TARDIS door opened and the Doctor emerged in his familiar brown suit and long coat. His eyebrows rose until they vanished into his hair as he looked around slowly, taking in the distressed trio on one side of the hub and the tense set of the other two men. Turning back to the TARDIS he stuck his head inside the door, “D o n n a...you might want to reconsider that bikini...I don’t think this is Barcelona..!”

 

He stepped further into the main hub, slipped his hands into his pockets and walked towards Jack, stopping a foot away as the Captain eyed him warily. The Timelord nodded at him briefly and turned to look up at Ianto. He tapped his temple, “...no welcoming committee? How ‘bout you make me some of your wonderful tea and then we’ll see if we can sort out why my ship insisted that we come to find her favourite Welshman..?” His voice was gentle and Ianto found he had tears in his eyes...tears of relief... He nodded and went into the kitchen.

 

The Doctor turned back to Jack and stepped closer, dragging him in for a hug, whispering urgently in his ear, “I need you to take off your wedding ring...now...don’t ask questions, just do it...” He released him and turned towards the three still huddled together, walking briskly, his hand extended, “Peter, good to see you again...ladies, a pleasure as always...” he shook the medic’s hand and smiled at Gwen and Lois, noting the tear stained faces that appeared to be the current uniform for all Torchwood employees... “So, Peter, how’s that project you’ve been working on coming along...you must show me what progress you’ve made...” he slid his hand into the small of Peter’s back and steered him towards autopsy, still talking brightly at top speed as they disappeared down the stairs...

 

Gwen and Lois watched the proceedings with utter confusion and hurried towards Jack who stood staring at his left hand like he’d never really noticed it before. As they reached him he took a deep breath in and, with fingers that trembled, he pulled off his wedding ring and clutched it tightly in his hand, swaying slightly as a wave of dizziness washed over him... He gasped and fresh tears trickled down his cheeks, “Ianto...I lo...” as he slid unconscious to the floor...

 

“Jack..!” Gwen dropped to her knees beside Jack’s inert body as the Doctor came running up from autopsy with Peter on his coat tails. The Timelord stopped next to Gwen, Peter moved past him, calling for Lois to follow him as he took the steps up towards the kitchen two at a time, unsurprised to see Ianto out cold on the floor after the Doctor’s hurried, whispered instructions... Lois gasped in horror as she entered the kitchen, her eyes wide...

 

“What’s going on..?” she asked anxiously.

 

“I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I think this...” he indicated the prone Welshman, “... is a good thing, according to our good Doctor... Now, help me get him downstairs to the sofa...”

 

Between them they carried the unconscious man down the stairs and placed him gently on the raggedy sofa where the Doctor and Gwen had already moved Jack. Stepping closer, the Doctor reached down and carefully removed Ianto’s wedding ring, placing it in a small box with ornate carvings on the outside. He moved to the other end of the sofa and prised Jack’s fingers open to add his ring to the box, snapping the lid closed and aiming his sonic screwdriver at the tiny lock. Then he dropped the box into his pocket and glanced round at the depleted Torchwood team who were watching him in silence...

 

“I’ll explain everything shortly...I promise...” he looked at Gwen, “I don’t suppose you could finish making the tea...I really could do with one...” he grinned, the wild, lopsided grin they were all used to and suddenly the tension lifted...and just for a moment they allowed themselves to believe that it would all be all right...

 

Gwen went off to the kitchen. The Doctor turned to Lois, “...could you clear us some workspace here – I don’t want to leave them...” he moved on to Peter as Lois began moving the piles of random books and magazines from the low table in front of the sofa, “...I need you to sort out two shots of sedative that will keep them out about an hour, with a second shot in case we need it...oh, and bring your printouts up here...I think they’ll be useful...” he nodded, satisfied as the medic headed back to autopsy to carry out the instructions, impressed at the efficient way his orders had been obeyed without question...Jack really did have the best people he mused...

 

“Oi, Space-boy! What’s going on?” Donna’s voice brought a smile to his face and he turned to face his forthright companion.

 

“Ah, Donna, perfect timing! Can you fetch us some of the Pexillian stools that we used at that conference...they’re in the fifth storeroom...” he wrinkled his face in thought, “...go right past the stairs, through the double doors and second left...then second left again...it’s the small door...you’ll probably have to crawl in..! he added as an afterthought, “...they’re not very tall...but very amenable...” he offered, seeing Lois looking at him with her mouth slightly open. “Actually, maybe you could give Donna a hand...we’ll need five...”

 

Lois blinked and hurried after Donna who grinned at her and they vanished back into the TARDIS...

 

Five minutes later they were sat around the large coffee table, on very small, but extremely comfortable stools, mugs of tea and Ianto’s secret stash of chocolate Hobnobs in front of them. The girls had moved Jack and Ianto so they were in each other’s arms, a sight they were much more used to so it wasn’t quite so awful seeing their tear-streaked pale faces as they lay unconscious. Peter had given them both a shot of sedative as instructed by the Doctor and now they all turned their attention to the Timelord as he pulled the ornate box out of his pocket and placed it quietly on the table.

 

“Ok, good to see you all again, but not under such circumstances... As you know, I gave Jack and Ianto their wedding rings as my wedding gift...they were rather special, in that they gave them an empathic link...given that both already had significant telepathic ability – albeit, dormant ability – it was a much stronger link than I envisaged and it gave them, and me, significant pleasure to see them so close...

 

We spent a week making sure that they were both happy with the link and its effects and Donna and I went merrily on our way... About a week ago, or thereabouts...difficult to say with all the timey-wimey travelling we do...the TARDIS started picking up echoes of thoughts that were not Ianto’s, but were from Ianto’s head...they’d forged a living link from our brief trip and from the time she’d spent down in Ianto’s golden room... and she brought us here... her decision to protect someone she values very much...and as we got closer I felt the distress from both of them... So, that’s how we got here... ”

 

He tapped the box with his fingertips and a wistful expression crossed his face fleetingly before he was once again the enigmatic Timelord...Rose...what could’ve been...

 

“Now, something, or someone, has managed to tap into the frequency and from what I’ve seen of these...” he indicated the printouts of the brainwaves Peter had been studying, “...this someone is very skilled...there’s barely a trace and it’s only because I know what to look for that I’ve been able to find it...” He spread the sheets out on the table and they all leant over them as the Timelord pointed to a minute flicker in the readout, “...there...that’s it leaving before it could be detected during Jack’s deep level scan and here where it’s returned...that was harder to spot given their likely activities at that time...he always was highly sexed, your good Captain!”

 

The assembled group shared a muted chuckle despite the situation as each pictured numerous occasions when they’d caught the two in compromising positions, fond smiles briefly chasing the tension away...

 

Gwen added what they knew “We know who it is – John Hart – he’s an ex-Time Agent and ex-partner of Jack’s from a long time ago – but in the future, more of your timey-wimey stuff – he’s violent and we’d all like to kill him very slowly but we don’t know where he is now... He was at a house in Splott but when the police forced their way in, it was empty and as the intense headaches and random violence that swept that estate has stopped since he targeted Ianto we haven’t got any way of tracking him... We don’t really know why either...we know he was jealous of Ianto, but is that enough to explain why he’s suddenly attacked him...unless he just wanted to split them up..?”

 

Taking a deep breath, the Doctor shared the final worrying thoughts he’d picked up from Hart, through the TARDIS, “...he didn’t just want to split them up...he was planning to get Ianto to kill himself so he could turn up and comfort Jack himself...”

 

“Ianto would never do that...” Gwen was emphatic, “...he loves Jack too much...after everything they’ve been through, how he came back to life...he’d never kill himself...”

 

“Oh, I agree totally...Ianto in his own mind wouldn’t, but Ianto controlled by Hart would do more or less anything he was told...you said yourself he said he didn’t know what was real any more... Ianto was fighting it...and fighting hard...but he was losing...he’d decided that Jack was worth dying for...that’s what that scene when I arrived was all about...he was risking everything he was to get Jack to tell him why Hart had done this...”

 

“But Jack didn’t know...he said he didn’t know and I believe him...” Lois whispered, unwilling to believe that Jack would knowingly allow his beloved Ianto to be hurt...

 

“In the beginning, when we didn’t know who it was, but...” Peter grimaced, trying to put into words what he felt in his gut, “...I watched his face when Ianto was yelling at him...he knew something that he hadn’t known before...something must have happened the last time they were together...when we didn’t know where they were...he looked broken when Ianto accused him of lying but there was guilt there as well...and that’s where you came in...” he glanced at his watch, “...twenty minutes left...”

 

 “Right, we need to get busy before they come round. I needed them unconscious so Hart couldn’t use his connection to hear what we were saying...this box...” he tapped it lightly, “...blocks brainwaves but as I wasn’t sure who, why or how far he’d infiltrated I couldn’t take any chances... The TARDIS will be able to pinpoint the location once we get them awake and the connection re-established...now we can’t tell them what we’re doing in case Hart gets warning and changes location so I’m going to tell them that the TARDIS brought us here because Ianto was upset, which is true...I’ll take them in to see her and run the search while Ianto’s in there...you’ll need to be ready to move as soon as I find him – maybe you can set off an alert that won’t need either Jack or Ianto to go...whatever...I’ll leave that to you...

 

When you get him, bring him back here...in one piece please – I think Ianto and Jack might like the pleasure first...but I’m sure they’ll share..!” he grinned at their mutinous expressions and they nodded ruefully, acknowledging the truth of his words... “How long?” he looked at Peter.

 

“Ten...maybe twelve minutes...” The team moved to Gwen’s workstation to set up a phoney weevil alert, leaving Donna and the Doctor sat at the table. Donna scratched behind His Nids’ ears, his loud purring echoing, soothing...

 

“What are you going to do with this Hart bloke when they get him?”

 

The Doctor shrugged, “...that’ll be down to Jack and Ianto...” He turned to look at the two men who had not moved, their pale faces tugging at the heartstrings. He sighed, missing the easy warmth of the two in his head...

 

“Two minutes...” Peter called out.

 

“You all set?”

 

“Yeah, one weevil alert primed and ready...”

 

“I’m going to put their rings back on...just go with whatever I say...”

 

The team nodded and huddled closer together, watching as the Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to unseal the box and then slide each man’s ring back onto their fingers. He stepped away and was fussing the tiny dragon in Donna’s arms when they stirred, low moans as they slowly regained consciousness...

 

“Jack..?” Ianto’s eyes fluttered open and he realised he was wrapped in his Captain’s arms. He blinked rapidly, trying to remember how he’d got here...

 

“Ianto..?” Jack showed similar signs of confusion...the last thing he remembered was Ianto yelling furiously at him...the memories came flooding back and he struggled to a sitting position, helping the Welshman upright as he moved. Jack left his arm draped around Ianto’s shoulders, unsure of the response if he removed it, guilt washing over him as he recalled the events of the previous twenty four hours...

 

They looked at each other and then up at the Doctor who was now watching them intently. “Back with us then?“ the Doctor smiled at the two bemused men. “We thought you might be more comfortable on the sofa rather than the floor – you both blacked out...no idea why...we’ll see if we can puzzle it out...” He noted Jack looking at his wedding ring with a perplexed expression and smiled, “...seems a long time ago now, Jack? Hard to believe it’s only three weeks...” The temporary confusion would lift, but hopefully not until after they had Hart in custody...

 

Ianto moved as if to get up, not sure why he felt so self conscious with Jack’s arm around him...they were married...they loved each other...he frowned, desperate to remember...the only thing his brain would helpfully supply was a riddle...a life without risk...and a vague memory of gentle blue eyes and a wind-swept mop of sandy coloured hair... He sighed and sank back against the warmth of Jack’s embrace, the older man’s arm tightening its hold on his shoulder...

 

Turning to gaze at Jack, he noted the guilty look that lurked deep in his eyes and wondered again how they’d got to this juncture...nothing made any sense, but he was aware of a gradual build of frustration that appeared to be directed towards his Captain, that feeling intensified as Jack broke eye contact and looked away...he’s hiding something...

 

“I need coffee..!” Wrenching himself from Jack’s hold, Ianto stood and gingerly tested his balance before heading for the kitchen.

 

“Yan..!” Jack’s voice shook and fresh tears welled in his eyes. He looked to the Doctor for help.

 

“Let him go...he’s as confused as you are right now and he just needs some time to get his head together... When he comes back we’ll take our drinks into the TARDIS and see if we can’t work out what’s going on...”

 

Jack nodded, slightly comforted, yet aware of the burden of his guilt weighing him down. He took the Doctor’s outstretched hand and hauled himself off the sofa, to find himself with an armful of vibrant redhead as Donna flung herself at him and hugged tight. He hugged her back, managing a smile at the Doctor’s indulgent expression...Donna was so good for the Timelord..!

 

Ianto returned with five mugs of regular coffee, a cappuccino for Donna and a tea for the Doctor. He looked much more composed and smiled at the worried faces...”It’s gonna be ok...” as he handed out the drinks, “...although when I catch up with the person who found the Hobnobs..!” the feeble joke enough to lift the tension just a little.

 

Leaving Donna with Peter, Lois and Gwen, the Doctor led Jack and Ianto into the TARDIS, her welcoming warmth flooding their heads despite their shielding, her worry pressing against their defences... “You can let go in here...it’s safe...” the Doctor’s voice filled their heads as both men automatically lowered their shields and broke down in choking sobs as their minds merged in an emotional reunion. The Doctor rolled his eyes as they flung themselves into each other’s arms and kissed hungrily, pent up anger and confusion melting away as they mapped each other’s mouths, gentle moans lost against the rising passion...

 

Taking advantage of their distraction, he stepped to his console and ran the search program, sending the co-ordinates to Gwen’s workstation...

 

Moments later Peter stuck his head through the door, “...got a weevil alert at the back of the cinema so we’re off to deal with it...” his tense expression shifting to one of gentle amusement as he took in the scene in front of him... “...young love, eh!” he nodded at the Doctor and closed the door... It was now or never...

 

As Jack and Ianto were looking quite comfortable, the Doctor took the opportunity to check their shields and the strength of their link, his reading confirming what he’d expected...they were completely entwined, layer after layer of merged thought and shared emotion...no wonder Ianto had passed out when Jack had removed his wedding ring – it was like being hit over the head with a brick! They’d get through this, he was sure...provided Jack could tell Ianto why he’d been targeted...that guilt lay heavy on his friend’s mind and he couldn’t see what it was, although he had an idea...

 

He sipped his tea and gazed at his feet as the two men kissed each other to the stars and back, hands stroking gently through hair and running down bodies, cupping faces and holding close, the depth of emotion radiating outwards with the intensity of a small sun... This was more like it...

 

John Hart lay stretched out on the sofa, his hands behind his head as he relived the argument...this was just getting better and better...eye candy was becoming more unstable with every passing hour and it really was quite erotic... His mind drifted away, imagining the different things he could do to the pretty Welshman...Jack could watch...maybe join in...a moan of desire escaped his lips and he squirmed on the battered old sofa, moving a hand to slide down his body, pressing down against the growing bulge in his trousers...

 

Gwen put her foot down, weaving through the traffic in an excellent impersonation of Jack’s wild driving. Beside her, Lois and Peter squeezed into the passenger seat as they planned their attack...which was actually a simple two in the front door, one round the back, shoot him if you have to but don’t kill him...much as we’d like to... “Remember he usually has a veritable arsenal of weapons on him so watch yourselves...” Gwen’s voice was strained, her expression set and determined, matched by her team mates, “...expect the unexpected and let’s get the bastard..!” she added with feeling as she screeched to a halt in the parking bay they’d used previously...

 

Jumping down they checked their weapons and moved cautiously towards number 33, sneaky bastard...they’d been shocked at the audacity of the man when they’d realised he’d simply moved across the road to Ted Llewellyn’s house...he must’ve been laughing his head off as he watched them storming his previous bolt hole...it made them even more determined to catch him and deal out some special brand Torchwood justice...preferably laced with significant amounts of pain!

 

The house was quiet and appeared deserted...Gwen nodded as Peter headed off round the back and she and Lois crept towards the front door using a smart tech alien key to melt the lock silently in seconds. Guns aimed ahead of them they crept into the house... The sitting room door was ajar, sounds of panting floating out on the air... Peering through the gap in the doorframe they could see Hart laid out on the sofa, his hands down his trousers as he pleasured himself.

 

Nodding, Gwen slid into the room, Lois covering her and following her in. They were within three feet when Hart realised they were there and with mind boggling speed he swung off the sofa, dragged his gun from under the cushion and covered the short distance between himself and Lois, who was closest, to grab her violently by the hair and press the muzzle of his gun painfully into her throat. Gwen aimed at his head as he smirked at her, “...took your time...thought Jack’s little team were supposed to be the best...or was that the old team...the weasel medic and the oriental...the dead team...

 

“Let her go...” Gwen snarled, white hot fury burning hatred in her eyes.

 

Hart laughed and twisted his grip tighter in Lois’ hair, gasps of pain escaping her lips. Her eyes met Gwen’s, “Speed...the film...” she took a sharp intake of breath as the gun pressed harder into her skin, “...do it..!”

 

Gritting her teeth, Gwen took aim as Hart hauled Lois behind the sofa, Gwen following him... Lois steeled herself as Gwen’s finger tightened on the trigger just as Peter crashed through the French doors, throwing himself at Hart’s back and plunging the two back up syringes of sedative he’d prepared for Jack and Ianto into the man’s neck. Hart staggered, Lois twisting her body away, despite the hand still tangled painfully in her hair, as the bullet left the barrel of Gwen’s pistol and lodged itself in Hart’s thigh. He went down...hard, dragging Lois and Pete with him and the three fought fiercely for several adrenalin fuelled minutes until the sedative took hold and he went limp, his wound pumping blood...

 

Gasping painfully, Peter helped Lois to her feet and dragged her into an emotional embrace before kissing her hard, relief flooding through him that she was safe. Releasing her he dropped to his knees and checked the prone figure on the floor as Gwen gave Lois a relieved hug before watching her team mates working to stem the bleeding.

 

Peter rapidly packed and dressed the wound and they dragged Hart’s unconscious body to the door while Gwen retrieved the SUV and they slung him unceremoniously into the boot before returning to the hub at the same breakneck speed...


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zazajb: (Ianto anxious)

Title: Lost inside of you Part 35/36+epilogue
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional strong language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, TW_proper – apologies to those getting this numerous times!

A/N - please remember that I am a hopeless romantic and Janto rules...now forgive me...

 
Thank you to the awesome [livejournal.com profile] wykling for the wonderful banner


 

Chapter 35

 

Gwen and Lois rubbed their tired eyes and sighed heavily. They’d been working on the CCTV footage all night, aside from the hour just after midnight that they’d spent chasing a lone Weevil around Bute Park... Sifting through every feed frame by frame was incredibly tedious and even with Tosh’s enhanced programs there were still few shortcuts they could employ without risking missing what they were looking for...

 

“Another ten minutes and then we’ll stop? My eyes are so tired now I can barely focus! What I need is sleep and Ianto’s coffee on an intravenous drip..!”

 

Lois nodded in sympathetic agreement as she loaded the next timeframe and the two women bent their heads once more over the screen, concentration etched into their faces.

 

Down in autopsy, Peter had completed his examination of the two bodies. Both had the distinctive residual rift energy signature around their necks – both murdered by their elusive stranger. After writing up the report, Peter returned to his study of the printouts of Jack and Ianto’s brain waves, comparing and looking for any minute differences that might indicate what had caused the young Welshman to black out...like the girls’, it was slow and tedious work... He was startled by a loud yell from Gwen and he dropped the printout and sprinted up the stairs...

 

Fuck...oh my God...fuck...” Gwen’s hand flew to her mouth and her eyes were wide, an expression of combined horror and fear, “...we have to find Jack and Ianto...

 

Lois and Peter looked at the dark image on the screen...at the man with chiselled high cheekbones in a distinctive red and white jacket... “Who is it?” Lois leant against Peter as he put an arm round her shoulder and hugged her close.

 

“John Hart...” Gwen’s voice shook

 

“Oh shit!” Twin gasps from Lois and Peter who knew the infamous Captain Hart only by reputation, but knew enough to recognise that it was bad news...

 

Gwen was already calling Jack’s mobile, leaving him a short message to contact her urgently when it went into answer phone. She was dialling Ianto when the roller door opened and the Welshman appeared. He was alone and he looked tense... “Where’s Jack?”she asked the second the door closed behind him.

 

Ianto shrugged his shoulders, “...he’s not here?”

 

“No...we thought he was with you..?”

 

“Obviously...he’s not...I don’t know where he is...” he turned and walked calmly up the stairs towards the kitchen, his hands driven deep into his pockets so they wouldn’t see how badly they were shaking... where was Jack? Where had he been since 3.00am? He put the coffee on and tried calling Jack. It rang into answer phone. He tried twice more with the same result. Jack was either avoiding his calls or he was lying dead somewhere and right now he’d actually prefer it to be the latter...at least if he’s dead he’s not deliberately avoiding me...

 

He bit down hard on his trembling lip and blinked the tears away impatiently. He loved Jack more than life itself and he was going to fight for him...whatever it took...what had Scott said..? a life without risk is a life half-lived...come back to me Jack...

 

Pouring the coffees he dug out some of Gwen and Lois’ favourite double chocolate muffins and a couple of Florentines for Peter – they all looked totally done in so he could only assume they’d been here all night... He tried Jack again, to no avail, before taking the laden tray downstairs and handed out the mugs. Gwen looked at him and opened her mouth to speak, closing it again without a word – despite the suit and efficient manner Ianto looked completely broken...whatever had happened between him and Jack, it hadn’t been good... She sighed softly...how could she add to his burden..? and yet she knew she had no choice – he had to know...

 

Ianto looked at her and nodded briefly. “I know it’s bad news...tell me...” She handed him the print of the image, grimacing at the expression that crossed his face before the impassive and controlled exterior wall went up. John Hart...but then you already knew that he chided himself... “Does Jack know?”

 

Gwen hesitated and shook her head, “I’ve tried calling but he’s not answering...” She reached out towards the young Welshman, gasping as she saw the expression blazing in his eyes – it was fire and anger and love and devotion, all wrapped in an aura of steely determination... He looked much older than his tender years and she instinctively knew that he’d die before he gave up the fight to save the people he loved...his Jack...

 

“Ok, fill me in on what’s been happening here and then I’ll go and find him – I know all his hiding places...” Quickly, Gwen ran through the developments at the hub, while Ianto sipped his coffee, nodding now and again. Peter added the details of the cause of death for the two bodies – broken neck for both, plus an update from the hospital that the numbers of unexplained headaches had plummeted to almost zero...all since the riots...

 

“Yeah, I’m not that surprised about that...” Ianto gave Peter a rueful smile, “...our Captain Hart’s got himself a specific target now...” He turned to Gwen. “Right, I’m going to check all Jack’s known haunts, I’ll ring you in an hour...can you see if you can track where Hart went once he left number 34..?”

 

“I’m going to keep sifting through your brain waves readouts – there must be something in there to help us...” Peter patted him on the shoulder, “....good luck...”

 

 Ianto left, the roller door clunking back into place behind him as he headed for the roofs he knew Jack preferred...quite what he was going to say when he found him, he didn’t know...

 

Jack had returned to the house, staying out of sight until he’d seen Ianto drive away. He could see the determined look on his partner’s pale face and it took all his resolve not to run up and throw himself into his arms... As the car disappeared into the distance, he let himself in, and went into the living room. The time capsule still stood in the middle of the floor, the rug heaped up to one side... Jack stared at it, the memories washing over him once more, a sob catching in his throat as he relived the night he’d dug it up...

Six months had passed since that day...that horrific day when he’d revived on the floor in Thames House to find Gwen crying over their bodies...Ianto’s body... He was just lying there...in his suit, his perfectly knotted tie still in place...he looked asleep...please let this be a bad dream...a nightmare I can wake up from to find him warm in my arms...but he knew it wasn’t a dream... 

This planet was too small – everywhere he went there was something that reminded him of Ianto – whether it was the crystal blue of the sea by the coral reefs of Australia that was the exact same shade as Ianto’s eyes, or the crisp whiteness of the mountain snow that reminded him of Ianto’s favourite dress shirt...even trying to escape the memories by hiding out in the desert in the pyramids had failed because they’d watched that James Bond film together where Jaws had attacked Bond in the desert... No, he had to get off this tiny world because all these memories were killing him – oh, the bitter irony, seeing as how he couldn’t ever die...

Oh yes, Jack remembered it all, the tears rolling down his cheeks as he dug into the soil, finally scrabbling around on his hands and knees to pull out the tin box which he hugged to him as he rocked back and forth – a lonely figure on a dark hillside on a cold, crisp winter’s night...

He tugged off the lid and inhaled deeply, the scent of his beloved Welshman floating out around him. He wiped his fingers on his coat before reaching into the box hesitantly, hands shaking wildly. His heart broke anew as he pulled out the red silk tie that he’d bought the day before they’d buried the capsule...the memories of that day washing over him and he broke again... Holding the tie up to his face, he cried, huge heart-wrenching cries like a wounded animal...

Falling to his knees on the soft pile carpet, Jack tore off the lid of the capsule and raked through the contents, urgently...looking for... His breath hitched as he hugged the tear-stained battered card to his chest, stroking his fingers lovingly over the surface before opening it. Welsh vowels – captured, what seemed like centuries ago – floated around him, clarity enhanced by alien tech when the tiny earth batteries had failed... “Jack Harkness – I love you today, tomorrow and for all eternity...” played out clearly, the whispered, “...I love you...” after a minute pause brought the tears that had filled his eyes spilling down his cheeks, splashing onto the card to add yet another layer of broken emotional DNA to the precious artefact... He played the message again, rocking back and forth on his knees Ianto...IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou...I can’t lose you...not again...but I don’t know what to do...Ianto... He raked his hand aggressively through his hair, tugging painfully at his dark locks, I miss you in my head...I need you...love you...

How could he tell him about the things that he’d done while he was with Hart and the Time Agency? Those five years held some of the worst things he’d ever done...when he’d been with John Hart he’d been just like him and that was something Ianto would never understand...all those horrific memories he’d shared with his loyal, devoted and beloved Welshman paled into insignificance when you stood them alongside Hart and the Agency...they’d been depraved, violent, cruel and utterly ruthless...and it’d seemed like fun – running amok around the universe, chasing the criminals who abused time travel and dealing out their own brand of justice as judge, jury and executioner...I can’t let Ianto see this...the me I was then...it’ll break his heart...and that’ll break mine...

 

His phone rang again and he pulled it out of his pocket, watching Ianto’s name flashing on the caller id. It stopped when the answer phone cut in and the screen went dark. Moments later it rang again and he ran his thumb over the name on the screen until it went dark, only to light up with a message alert. Closing his eyes, Jack pressed his message service on speed dial and listened...you have seven new messages... The first one was from Gwen, asking him to call her urgently, the other six were from Ianto, some calm and businesslike, in others he was obviously distressed, his voice hitching as he pleaded with his Captain to make contact...the final one was a desperate whispered Jack...please...

 

Fresh tears fell and he headed for the bedroom, the bed was unmade – so unlike Ianto and a testament to the distress his Welshman was in – discarded jeans, t-shirt and hoody flung on the chair. Jack scooped up the t-shirt...recognising the Blue Gillespie logo, he hugged it to him and flung himself down onto the bed to bury his face into the fabric, the familiar scent of the man he loved filling his senses as he sobbed, the card clutched in his other hand... Eventually, he could cry no more and he lay there, numb...

 

Ianto had checked three roofs...each time hoping to see the familiar silhouette against the skyline, but each time his heart had sunk as his anxious gaze revealed nothing... Frantically he began searching the places that held special meaning for them...the coffee house that sold their favourite brioche was the first he tried, sighing with relief when he saw the back view of that distinctive coat...

 

“Jack..!” he gasped breathlessly, before icy fear and horror swept through him and he stared... unable to tear his eyes away as his Captain turned round, grinned widely and tugged John Hart in for a passionate kiss, their hands groping down their bodies...Jack...no...this isn’t real... he whimpered and blinked back the tears, closing his eyes and biting hard on his bottom lip. When he opened them again, Jack had vanished... Hart swaggered up to him, licking his lips, “...you should’ve been here five minutes ago, eye candy...you could’ve joined us...” his eyes ran down Ianto’s body suggestively, settling on his groin... “....maybe next time..? or not...why would Jack bother with you when he’s got me...” he smirked, thrusting his hips forward, “...after all, we both know that you don’t quite measure up..!”

 

Ianto leant forwards, his eyes glaring hatred into Hart’s, “...leave me alone...leave Jack alone...or I’ll kill you...” he snarled through gritted teeth.

 

“Oh feisty..! I could take you and snap you like that...” he snapped his fingers, “...or maybe I’ll just take you...hard...”

 

The threat was evident and Ianto clenched his fists, resisting the urge to step back as Hart invaded his personal space, his hot breath on Ianto’s face as fury merged with fear... ”...you touch me and I’ll...”  He jumped violently and instinctively swung his fist back as his arm was grabbed...

 

“...you ok mate? You were talking to yourself there...” a broad Australian twang filtered through his hazy consciousness and he shook his head, opening his eyes to find the entire shop staring at him... Jack and John were nowhere to be seen...

 

“Oh, yeah, sorry...I’m fine...thanks..!” Ianto unclenched his fist and dropped his arm limply to his side, “...sorry...” he mumbled, and nodding briefly at his kind Samaritan, he made a swift exit, breathing deeply in an effort to control the tumbling emotions raging through him. He leant back on the wall and rubbed his hands over his face...Jack...what’s happening...I can’t...” he choked back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm him, biting down hard on his lip, the pain sensation enough to jolt him back to the present...

 

Ianto pushed himself off the wall and straightened his shoulders. He had to keep looking for Jack...had to find him...I love you, Jack...a life without risk... As he strode down the road he realised that his quest was futile in its current form...Jack – and Hart – were everywhere he looked, locked in that passionate embrace, hands everywhere...breaking off to leer at him “...give it up, eye candy...he’s mine...you were only ever a part-time shag..!”

 

“Get. Out. Of. My.Head! “ Ianto spat the words out, cold fury crashing with devastating loss as the tears finally spilled out and he brushed them away impatiently, needing to focus. He turned and headed back to the hub, digging his phone out of his pocket to try Jack again, swearing in frustration when it rang once again into answer phone...

 

John Hart thrust his head back, his eyes closed and his breath a series of pants and gasps as his hand moved furiously...good...oh so good..! as his release sent waves of pleasure through his body. The devastation and loss crashing through the young Welshman was such a turn on...he shuddered again with delicious after-shocks as he replayed the scenes from eye candy’s head...it was even better than he’d hoped for – the two men were each broken and apart...perfect...just perfect...but he wasn’t quite finished yet...he’d been rather taken with Girl No 9...a refreshing surprise to find such an enlightened drama programme on this godforsaken backwater planet... He could see eye candy in the lead role...bit of a giveaway really, seeing as Jack didn’t actually stay dead...

 

The roller door siren blared and Ianto entered the hub, heading straight to Jack’s office. “did you find him?” Gwen called as he crossed the gantry.

 

“Does it look like it?” he snapped, sighing softly as her face crumpled. “Gwen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you...” he leant on the railing, his shoulders slumped, despair and defeat evident in his every breath. “I don’t know where he is...don’t know where else to look, everywhere I go Hart’s in my head...I don’t know what’s real anymore...” 

 

He rubbed his eyes, willing the tears of frustration away... “No...don’t...” he forced a tiny smile as Gwen moved away from her workstation with the obvious intention of coming to comfort him... “...I just need a few minutes to get my head in order...”

 

Gwen nodded and watched him as he went into Jack’s office and shut the door. “D’you think they’re going to be ok?” Lois whispered the question.

 

“A week ago I’d have given you impossible odds that anything could ever come between them...now..?” Gwen’s voice trailed away and she looked anxiously at the other woman...

 

Peter joined them as they looked up towards the office. “How’s he looking?” He glanced at their faces, “...that bad, eh..? Maybe I should go up...”

 

“He said he needed a few minutes...”

 

“Right...if he’s not out in ten...” They huddled together around the workstation, despondency and exhaustion their only companion...

 

In the office, Ianto slumped in Jack’s chair, his head in his hands...I don’t know what to do Jack... He slid open the desk drawer and pulled out the well worn picture that Gwen had taken all those months ago...the picture that he’d given Jack as a holographic image for a wedding present... a life without risk is a life half lived... fuck John Hart... even if it means risking everything you have...I can’t live without you Jack...so it’s worth dying for...

 

He lowered his shields and reached out for Jack’s mind...making contact but unsurprised when the other man refused him entry. He remained on the perimeter for several minutes before withdrawing without saying anything...Jack wasn’t listening anyway, but just maybe the action itself would be enough...please Jack...please come back to me...

 

Taking a deep breath, he stood up and straightened his tie, tugged down his waistcoat and went back out into the hub. “I’ve done all I can to contact him...now we wait...” he said with as much confidence as he could muster to the upturned faces below...pale, tired faces he noted, guilt washing over him... “I’ll get the coffee on...” he managed a smile, before heading to the kitchen.

 

He was pouring the coffee when he heard the roller door and shot out of the door to look down as his Captain strode in, coat billowing impressively behind him. Anger and relief surged through him and he let it go...there was going to be fireworks and it could cost him everything...a life without risk...

 

Just where the fuck have you been Harkness?” he bellowed from the gantry, planting his hands on his hips as he glared down at the man below...I love you Jack...always...

 

I told you to keep your shields up...it’s too dangerous...Ha...he might really hurt you...”

 

“So seeing you and Hart shagging in my head is ok...? Oh, yeah, we know it’s Hart...guess you did too...” as Jack jumped guiltily at the name “...and just when were you going to tell me that it’s your psychotic ex-boyfriend stalking us..? How long have you known, Jack..?”

 

“...only today...”

 

“...bollocks, Jack...that’s crap and you know it..! You can’t even lie to me properly...”

 

“Don’t you talk to me like that..! I told you to keep your shields up...you’ve got...Hart in your head...fuck knows what he’ll have you doing if you let your defences down...now he’s got access to everything here...have you any idea what he could do with the stuff in your head..? Are you completely irresponsible..?”

 

“Me..? Irresponsible..! I’m not the one who vanished...refused all calls...I had to risk reaching you...we could all have been dead...you’re the irresponsible one...”

 

The two men yelled at each other, oblivious to the three other team members who wrapped their arms around each other for comfort, Lois hugged a frightened His Nids, both Gwen and Lois had tears streaming down their faces and Peter was fighting hard to maintain control as they watched the heartbreaking scenes in front of them...

 

A grating noise filled the air and cut into the fight, papers sent fluttering as the blue Police Box materialised in the middle of the floor.

 

There was sudden silence.

Chapter 36 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/26188.html

 

 


zazajb: (tw ep4 janto)

 

Title: Lost inside of you Part 34/36+epilogue
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, TW_proper – apologies to those getting this numerous times!

A/N - please remember that I am a hopeless romantic and Janto rules...now forgive me...

 

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*

 

 

 

Chapter 34

 

Ianto woke with a start, tears streaming down his face, his breath rasping in his throat as he thrashed wildly in the bed... Strong arms wrapped around him and a comforting warmth pulled him in close... “...ssshhh...you’re ok...it’s ok...”

 

“Jack..?” Ianto’s voice trembled.

 

“Who else would you be in bed with..?” Jack teased him gently, pressing a soft kiss to his damp forehead. “You had a bad dream, sweetheart...” as he cupped the Welshman’s face and his thumbs brushed the tears aside, his lips following the path of his hands to drop gentle kisses all over his skin...

 

“Yeah...bad dream...it was...” he reached out to grasp it as the images slipped away and Ianto was left bereft, knowing that something was off kilter, but having nothing left to tell him exactly what... “...bad...it was...us...I think...” He shook his head, “...doesn’t matter now anyway!”

 

Jack’s hands slid further down his Welshman’s body as he murmured gentle words of love, his fingertips trailing lower, drawing spirals on the soft smooth skin...his mouth pressing feather light kisses to Ianto’s face and neck... He smiled as the young man arched into the touch and arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer so their lips met in a tender kiss...a kiss that developed rapidly as tongues danced in first one mouth then the other, every contour mapped...

 

Ianto pulled away and attacked Jack’s neck, grazing the skin with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue, as he felt the shudders of desire running through the older man, nipping gently across his throat and back up the other side of his neck... He paused at the sensitive spot behind Jack’s ear to suck the soft skin into his mouth, hard enough to leave a bruise and drawing a low moan of combined pain and pleasure from the kiss-swollen lips of his writhing Captain .

 

He returned to those wonderfully responsive lips and kissed them hard, pressing their bodies together as twin arousals twitched sending delicious sparks of red hot desire raging through their heads... Jack wound his legs around Ianto’s and rolled them over, pinning his Welshman down as he mirrored his actions in his head to give him double the sensation...

Ianto’s breath was coming in short gasps and pants as his Captain returned to the exploration of his body, trailing his tongue down through the soft, downy hair on his chest to circle a nipple, teasing the nub of flesh with his teeth before sliding across to give the other side equal attention. Ianto writhed and moaned and thrust against the warm mouth, his head thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted...  In his head, Jack’s mouth nibbled his way down the smooth skin of his chest, an echo of his physical actions...

Ianto gasped as Jack’s hands moved lower, pressing against the hot swelling with the heel of his hand to tease a loud moan from those delicious lips...Jack’s sensual echo in his head continued as his tongue trailed down lower... Ianto’s eyes sprung open, horror replacing desire as he examined the seduction dance in his head...that wasn’t his chest...that was a smooth hairless chest...who was Jack seducing in his head..?

Ianto’s body froze, his libido doused in ice water as he pushed Jack away and scrambled out of bed, flashes of images flitting through his head from his nightmare earlier...

Jack sat up, confused... What’s wrong..?

Who, precisely, are you shagging in your head?

You! Who else would I be..? There’s only you...what’s the matter with you..? Jack reached out towards the young man, narrowing his eyes when he backed away, what’s going on Ianto..? What’s with all the questions..? Come back to bed...

Not until I know what’s going on in your head...you were kissing me...my body...my hair-covered chest...

...so..? I love your hairy chest...sexy and manly...

Ianto planted his hands on his hips and glared at his partner... so who’s the hair-free smooth chest in your head..? It certainly wasn’t me... who were you wishing it was..?

There is no-one else Yan...not for a very long time...it’s you and only you...come back to bed...please...

I can’t...not if you’ve got someone else in your head...I can’t go through that Jack...I can’t share...

For fuck’s sake Ianto...there isn’t anyone else...there’s only you...you must’ve imagined it...you’re stressed...come back to bed...I’ll make it better...I promise...

A battle was raging in Ianto’s head...he wanted to believe Jack...he did believe him...really he did...but who or what was the smooth chest he’d seen..? He frowned again, biting down hard on his lip...he hadn’t imagined it...something was wrong – but he had no idea what or how to convince Jack he wasn’t imagining it... He moved a step closer to the bed and Jack’s outstretched hand...

The look of relief that spread across the older man’s face was the clincher and he reached his own hand out to make contact, sliding back under the covers and into his Captain’s arms...

I don’t know what’s going on, Yan, but there is only you...now and for as long as we have...please believe me...I can’t lose you again...

I do believe you, really...and you know how much I love you...but these things in my head...they’re so real and I can’t stop them...

Then let me take your mind off them... Jack held him close and flooded his head with memories...of his proposal on the rooftop, their ceremony, of dancing...making love frantically on the floor in their suite on their wedding day...standing under the ood sky with the Doctor...

Ianto’s fears were swept away and he reached out a trembling hand to caress Jack’s face softly... “I love you, Jack Harkness...show me the stars...” he whispered, his gentle sigh lost against Jack’s mouth as his lips were claimed in a sweet and gentle kiss that had his stomach performing a series of back flips...Jack’s fingers trailing a feather light touch down his spine and he arched his body towards the touch... The kiss deepened as Jack’s tongue swept through Ianto’s mouth, mapping his territory possessively and the Welshman lost himself in the sensations that spread through his body, every nerve ending tingling, muscles taut, every cell super-charged with anticipation...

John Hart grunted his release as he thrust hard into his hand, his mind full of images of an angry and confused eye candy...nectar to his bitter heart... He’d followed the development of the seeds he’d planted in the young man’s subconscious, delighted that they’d shown so quickly...he had high hopes they’d bring him yet more fruit...he wouldn’t rest until he’d split them up and left both men broken and alone...then he’d have to decide which one he wanted to mend...that was shaping up to be a tough choice... Sated and good tempered, he fell asleep, his dreams sweet and full of broken eye candy...and the neighbourhood rested with him for the first time in many days...

Ianto arched his sweat-slicked body as wave after wave of pleasure swept through him, blissful sensations that left him trembling from head to toe. He felt Jack in his head, their consciousness entwined as one...

...come with me...

...always...

He reached out, anticipating that one perfect moment where heartbeats were synchronised, where every breath was shared and time stood still...the place for true soul mates and ultimate lovers...

...and hit the ground hard... Jack..? Jack...where are you..? J a c k . . . Ianto’s mind screamed out in despair and anguish as Nirvana was denied him and his connection with Jack was lost...cut off brutally and he was cast aside in the wilderness... He could see the shimmering lights of paradise in the distance and he ran towards them only to hit an invisible shield that flung him backwards to land sprawling in the dust. He scrambled up as a figure approached...a figure that he recognised from his nightmare...

You! What are you doing here..? Get out of my way...” His eyes narrowed, anger overpowering the initial fear response.

The man smiled – it wasn’t a nice smile... “So, he hasn’t told you...you don’t belong here – you don’t have the right...” He smirked as Ianto looked confused... “You need to ask your boyfriend...I mean your civil partner...” a scowl crossed his face as he spat the words out. “Oh, and I’ll be watching you...” he tapped his fingers to his temple and was gone.

Ianto blinked as he landed back in real time, shivering violently and momentarily disorientated. He opened his eyes to see Jack gazing down at him with tears pouring down his cheeks, a haunted look in his eyes and his body trembling...

“Jack, what happened? It wouldn’t let me in...” He shook his head, desperately trying to hold on to the images as they slid away... “There was someone else there...they said I didn’t have the right, I didn’t belong and that you should’ve told me... What should you’ve told me?” Screwing his face up, Ianto searched in his head for the elusive face, but it had gone...just a blank space remained...and a feeling of cold rage that he couldn’t quite explain...

Jack pulled Ianto to him and rocked him gently, “I’m sorry...so sorry...Yan, believe me...I love you so much...and I’m so sorry...”

“What is it Jack? Tell me...” talk to me, cariad...please...you’re scaring me...

“Talk aloud...we can’t risk thought sharing...this thing...person...has got inside our heads and I don’t know how to stop it...or even what’s real anymore...and I’m sorry I can’t explain...but it’s all my fault...”

“Jack...please, tell me...whatever it is...we can work it out...” He held on tightly as he felt his Captain attempting to move away, “...don’t go...please Jack...please...don’t leave me...” Ianto was sobbing now, his tears merging with Jack’s as he desperately tried to hold him close.

Jack’s strength won out and Ianto submitted, his hands dropping limply to his sides as silent floods slid down his face. He lay still as the love of his life climbed out of bed and pulled on his clothes. Jack paused at the door and looked round, his distress showing clearly on his handsome face, “I need to think...keep your shields up...I’ll be back as soon as I can...I do love you, Ianto...” Then he was gone and a moment later Ianto heard the front door close.

He dragged Jack’s pillow into his arms and curled into a ball around it as he sobbed his heart out, every doubt and fear let out to play and they danced joyously in the shadows... Eventually he could cry no more and he shoved the bedclothes aside, staggering into the en suite where he splashed cold water onto his red and blotchy face, gripping the edge of the sink as he stared at his reflection.

When had it all gone so wrong..? He attempted to replay the events in his head but they made no sense, snatches of conversations he didn’t recall having, images he didn’t quite recognise, yet were somehow familiar... Remembering Jack’s imploring look as he’d issued the instruction, Ianto put his shields up, instantly missing the warmth of Jack’s mind nestled against his – even if they weren’t speaking it was still comforting to have him there...a reminder of how it had been...how it could be again...I love you Jack...

Biting down hard on his lip, he sighed deeply and returned to the bedroom. He glanced at the clock...almost 5.00am... He dragged on a pair of jeans, and, blinking back fresh tears, pulled the time capsule Blue Gillespie t-shirt over his head. He smoothed it gently down his body and tucked it in, fighting back the sobs that threatened his fragile emotional control, before reaching for a hoody which he slid on over the top. Making his way to the kitchen he made a cup of coffee, noting sadly that this was the third time in as many days that he’d made coffee for one... He inhaled deeply and hugged Jack’s blue and white striped mug to him as the tears welled again...

He let himself out of the back door and walked down to the end of the garden. It was still quite dark and the air was still, the sound of the waves breaking on the shore distinctive and soothing. Ianto made his way out of the back gate and down on to the beach, settling himself down on the sand as he sipped his coffee. When the mug was empty he set it down by his side and wrapped his arms around his knees as he gazed out over the sea... unable for the moment to find a way to control the tumbling thoughts and emotions that tangled in his head and let the tears fall unchecked down his face.

It was some considerable time later, when the sun had crept above the horizon and Ianto’s backside, hands and feet had long since gone numb, that he was dragged out of his trance-like state by a cold wet nose nudging him inquisitively and a black furry tail whipping his legs...

“Harris..! Come back here..!”

Ianto looked up towards the voice to see the tall sandy-haired man of the couple he’d watched on the beach the day before walking towards him.

“Sorry...he’s very friendly!” a gentle smile spread across the man’s face as the black cocker spaniel danced around his feet, tail wagging madly, barking as it was joined by another spaniel, a golden one this time, and an excited Jack Russell. They rushed at Ianto who grinned and held his hand out towards them for inspection, patting them as they decided he was friend rather than foe.       

The man held his hand out “Scott, good to meet you, let me introduce the family...this is Harris, the golden spaniel is Charlie and that...” he indicated the Jack Russell who was excitedly digging down to Australia, showering them with sand, “...is Captain Jack...”

 

Ianto grinned, “Cool name! Ianto...” he shook the hand Scott held out and struggled to his feet, groaning a little at the stiffness in his limbs.  

 

Scott looked at him quizzically, “...are you ok? I have to admit I sent Harris down to find you – I’ve been watching you for a while and I was a bit worried you were gonna freeze to death out here!”

 

“I’m fine...really...” he gave Scott a rueful half-smile and scrubbed at his tear-stained face, aware that he looked anything but fine...

 

“You want to talk about it? I’m a good listener and you look like you could use a friendly ear...we could walk the dogs..?”

 

Ianto found himself warming to this quietly spoken man with his soft blue eyes and gentle smile. He nodded and stretched his shoulders, reaching down to pick up Jack’s empty mug. “I saw you yesterday...with your partner and the photographer – the dogs made me laugh...he looks nice...your partner...”

 

Scott’s eyes sparkled and a brilliant smile lit up his face. “John’s a force of nature...he’s larger than life and yeah...he’s very nice! He’d like you too...despite the obvious tear tracks and frozen extremities! It’s his fault I noticed you – he had to be up early as he’s filming in London today and we needed to be here yesterday for the magazine shoot...and if he’s awake – the whole world’s awake! So once he’d left I decided to take the dogs out – I’ve been peering down the beach for over an hour to make sure you were still alive..! So, tell Uncle Scott what’s got Ianto so upset...”

 

“It’s complicated...”

 

“It usually is...”

 

“Jack...my partner...he sounds a bit like John – always on the go, loud, boundless energy...life and soul of the party...but he’s gentle and caring too...especially when we’re on our own and he doesn’t have to be the great hero...”

 

“Ah, so he’s the one with the coat! John was enthusing about a hot bloke in a 1940s greatcoat yesterday when he came in...he was rather taken with him...as I recall great smile, cute arse and dancing blue eyes...

 

“Yeah, that’s him! I love that coat...if you know what I mean..!” Ianto grinned at Scott who raised his eyebrows and chuckled...

 

“I think I get the picture..! So, tell me all about Jack...”

 

They walked slowly down the beach and Ianto found himself chatting easily to this lovely man, giving nothing away about what they did but more exchanging stories about their men and the things they did to make them laugh or wind them up...it was nice to talk to someone outside Torchwood and an hour soon flew by...

 

They stopped at the path for the gate to Ianto’s back garden. The Welshman held out his hand, “Scott, thank you, you’ve helped me more than you’ll ever know...”

 

“Y’know, sometimes when I’m trying to keep up with John’s crazy life and I’m feeling just a little left behind, I think about what it was that made me fall in love with him in the first place...and I go to watch him perform...and when he comes off that stage I fall in love with him all over again... One thing he always says is ‘a life without risk is a life half lived’ and I don’t want a half life and I don’t think you do either... If you love Jack, then he’s worth fighting for – even if it means risking everything you have...”

 

Smiling softly, Scott took Ianto’s outstretched hand and pulled him in for a hug. “If you do want to talk about it, you know where I am...well at least for the rest of this week...I think – he gives me a copy of his schedule every week, but I never read the damn thing so I quite often have no idea where he’ll be or where I’m supposed to be! Take care Ianto...”

 

With a wave and a spring in his step Ianto went back up the path, into the kitchen where he made a fresh coffee and headed for the shower, turning it on to warm while he sorted out a clean suit and Jack’s favourite purple shirt and red tie...it was time to take a few risks if he was to get his man back...

 

Jack was stood on his favoured rooftop. He’d been there for hours, thinking and trying not to think... Everything he’d fought for hung in the balance now and he didn’t have a clue what to do...how did he fight this...this invisible enemy that was in his head...in Ianto’s head... Clenching his fists he cursed the day he’d ever laid eyes on John Hart...

 

John Hart yawned and stretched...everything was working out just as he’d planned ...time to twist the knife...

 

Chapter 35  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/25782.html
 

zazajb: (Ianto tears)

Title: Lost inside of you Part 33/36+epilogue
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, TW_proper – apologies to those getting this numerous times!

A/N  1 - thanks to the wonderful badly_knitted for solving a hitch in procedings - you're wonderful!
A/N 2 -please remember that I am a hopeless romantic and Janto rules...now forgive me...

 

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*

 

 

 

Chapter 33

 

Ianto took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. He didn’t know if he felt better or worse for the release of tension. Jack had obviously felt the same...he’d watched him from the top of the steps as he’d sobbed in Peter’s arms, his heart breaking for the man he loved completely despite the anger he still felt at those few careless words...

 

He dragged himself to his feet and bent to retrieve the spare keys from the floor, pushed through the letterbox by the workmen once they’d finished putting the wardrobes and other bedroom furniture together... He walked slowly through the house, checking the finish of each room, nodding with satisfaction at the end results. The beds needed making of course, curtains needed hanging, plus minor finishing touches like pictures and so on, but it was taking shape just as he’d imagined it would...

 

He went into the kitchen and sorted out some beans for his coffee...it was nice to have his choice for a change...although, this would be twice in a few days that he’d made coffee just for himself...not a habit he wanted to get into, he mused. It was incredibly girly, but he felt a teeny bit better as he poured his coffee, using Jack’s blue and white striped mug...

 

Shaking his head, he headed into the guest rooms to make up beds, hang the curtains and put up pictures, pausing every fifteen minutes to check in with Jack...nothing in depth or personal, a simple “I’m fine” before hanging up.

The guest rooms were soon completed and he headed into the master bedroom to make up their bed and hang the curtains, wondering when they’d actually be able to spend their first night in this room... After his next check-in call he headed out to the garden with a fresh mug of coffee and sat on the bench to look out over the sea... The sun’s reflection twinkled on the waves and he felt a rush of peace and serenity, reminding him just why he’d fallen in love with this house...their retreat from all things Torchwood...just them...

 

He almost dropped his...ok, Jack’s mug in his eagerness to pull his phone out of his pocket, pressing #1 on his speed dial... “Ianto...what’s wrong?” Jack’s voice was anxious, panicked even...

 

“Nothing...I just wanted to...to...” his voice trailed away, imagining Jack busy doing whatever he was doing to try and track down this stranger while he was here making up beds and drinking coffee in the fading sunlight...he suddenly felt very guilty...

 

“...to..?” Jack prompted him gently, sounding much more like his Jack than their heroic leader...

 

“...to tell you that I love you...and I’m sorry I’m being such a petulant brat...”

 

“Love you too...and you’re forgiven...if I am too...” the tone was soft, the words whispered so they caressed his ear and sent a wave of warmth through him, a huge smile breaking across his face...

 

“Always, cariad...”

 

“I’ll bring some dinner over later...you can show me what you’ve been doing. Remember, we’re timeless...

 

“...and eternal...” Ianto’s voice shook with emotion as he hung up and hugged the phone to him, still grinning from ear to ear. He replayed the brief conversation in his head until the sound of voices dragged him from his reverie and he stood up, looking down over the beach to see two men with their arms entwined around each other, three excited dogs, another man with a huge light and an umbrella and a photographer...

 

The photographer was shouting instructions at both the couple and the man with the light while the dogs ran up and down madly and generally got under everyone’s feet much to the delight of the dark haired man of the couple as he laughed – loudly and infectiously... Ianto found himself chuckling as he watched their antics... Guess our entertainer and his partner are home...

 

He looked closer, they were a handsome couple, both wore shorts, the dark haired one had what looked like ugg boots on, while the sandy haired, taller of the two, wore sandals...both were smiling broadly and it was obvious that these smiles were genuine...even at this distance Ianto could see the sparkle in their eyes as they looked at each other... They moved away up the beach in response to the photographer’s demands and were soon out of sight, although he could still hear the dogs barking...

 

He stood a while longer and finished his coffee before heading back inside to drop the mug into the sink and then went out to his car...he still had to thank Lois for collecting it for him when he’d been knocked out...and for doing the two items he was currently unpacking...

 

He carried the chequer-plate tin box into the living room and set it down on the floor, gazing at it with a mix of fondness and ambivalence...it certainly had some history... He thought back to the day before they’d buried it – it seemed so long ago now, but he remembered it like yesterday...

 

They’d had warm brioche for breakfast, fed the ducks by paddling in the pond, shopped in Sartoriani for new shirts and ties, danced on the Quay to the soulful sounds of Ella Fitzgerald and then made love with a tenderness and passion like it was their last ever time... Ianto closed his eyes, reliving the memory... 

 

Jack reached up to release Ianto’s hands from the ladder and turned him back round, the young man immediately sliding his still-tied wrists over his Captain’s head as they kissed tenderly. Finally breaking apart many long minutes later, Jack untied Ianto’s hands and kissed his wrists softly. Then he tugged the t-shirt over his head and climbed up the ladder to place both the t-shirt and the tie into the box, laying the t-shirt at the bottom as a lining and replacing the pictures, toys, memory sticks, card, coffee beans, post-its and the tie on top. He leant down and inhaled the unique scent that was his Welshman, closing his eyes as he closed the lid and sealed the box, before turning to meet the young man’s tear-filled eyes as he watched from half way up the ladder. That’s me...in a box...memories for when I’m dead...

 

Ianto blinked back the tears at the memory...just a few short days later the 456 had demanded millions of earth’s children and he’d died in Jack’s arms... He opened the box and reached in, pulling out the familiar Blue Gillespie t-shirt...this was the first of many t-shirts he owned with this particular band’s logo on – not only was the lead singer pretty hot, the band and logo had come to represent something very special in his life...Jack...

 

Ianto placed the t-shirt to one side and rummaged around in the box, looking for...ah, he gazed at the card he’d recorded a message in for his Captain...it was looking a bit battered and tear-stained now, but Jack had told him he’d opened it every day after he’d dug the box up...six months after defeating the 456 at such terrible cost...every day, no matter where he was as he’d travelled the world and then the cosmos, looking desperately for a place to hide...somewhere he could stop the pain...searching for an absolution that would never come...

 

He sighed heavily and put the card back without opening it...it was too raw, too painful... He stood abruptly and went out into the kitchen to pick up the bag of freshly printed pictures, soft toys, post-its and other sentimental items that he’d spirited away from the hub and his flat in the hope that Jack wouldn’t miss them before he’d had a chance to show him the updated time capsule...

 

Reaching into the bag he pulled out the final two items, his wedding present to Jack...two keys that looked like car remotes and two deep grey slate cubes. Pressing the first one, he watched as it shimmered and a perfect 3D image of them curled around each other fast asleep – Jack’s favourite picture of them- hovered above the surface... Perfect! He pressed the button twice and the image shut off. Checking the second one, he smiled at the image of Jack’s parents that he’d taken on his brief trip with the doctor, his mum’s baby bump very evident...the baby bump that would be Jack once he was born... Clicking the off button, Ianto placed the cubes and their keypads carefully into the box and closed the lid, covering the box with their picnic blanket...another battered item of sentimental value...

 

After another quick check-in call to Jack, he turned his attention to the various pictures and ornaments for the living room... A pair of shimmering red glass vases from the third planet in orbit around Orion [whose name he could never pronounce] went nicely either side of the fireplace, bringing out the colour of the sofas... He added cream scatter cushions, each with a tiny embroidered red Welsh dragon in one corner, to the sofas and chairs, plus some pictures of the teams, past and present...

 

Finally he picked out the model of a sailboat that Owen had left to him saying that it reminded him of the two lovers...Ianto recalled an evening in the pub after a particularly hard day when a semi-drunken Owen had talked about this model of a boat he had...

 

It’s the boss and the tea boy...it comes in two halves – the top bit rides the waves, here, there...going with the swell no matter which direction that might be, the bottom is the keel, the stability, the calm guidance that keeps the boat upright so it can go wherever it wants to safely... Don’t you see..? Jack’s the top and Ianto’s the bottom..!”

 

The team had dissolved into giggles, adding their own, slightly saucier, interpretation of the medic’s words...

 

After the tragic events at Turnmill, Ianto had been surprised to learn that Owen had bequeathed the boat to him, an emotional moment when he’d split the two halves to find a note in the acerbic medic’s scruffy handwriting... Take care of each other tea boy – the boss really does love you! Beneath that gruff exterior lay a heart of gold, whether it was beating or not... The memory nudged the tears again and he blinked rapidly, setting the boat down carefully on the shelf...   

 

The next hour flew past as he unpacked the bags of shopping that had been delivered the same day as the furniture – all non perishable items, cleaning materials, toiletries...all those things that are ‘just there’ in a home and never noticed unless you run out of them! He had his head in the cupboard under the sink when he heard the sound of a key in the lock and he jumped up hurriedly to complete his preparations for giving Jack his wedding gift...

 

“Ianto..?”

 

“In here...” as he added the large bow to his lapel and finished turning so his hands ended up pinned to his sides...

 

Jack came into the kitchen, swinging a carrier bag of food containers, “...I got us Chinese...” his voice dropping to a whisper as he took in the sight of his gorgeous Welshman wrapped in red ribbon from head to foot, a large matching bow on his left lapel and a tag pinned to his right... Jack dropped the carrier bag on the worktop and leapt towards the young man, his eyes lighting up at the smouldering look of desire blazing out of Ianto’s own blue eyes...

 

He reached for the tag, suddenly realising that his hand was trembling and he smiled...that you-know-me-better-than-anyone-so it’s-ok-to-drop-the-hero smile...intimate and full of love... The message was simple   Jack, all the time I have...I’m yours. Love you, I x Jack’s eyes filled with tears as he reached out to cup Ianto’s face tenderly before crushing their lips together for a passionate kiss that took the Welshman’s breath away...their shields dropped simultaneously and declarations of love merged with steamy images of desire as their minds entwined joyously...

 

“Jack...you need to unwrap me..!” Ianto gasped as they broke off for air, “I can’t move in this..!”

 

Laughing helplessly as he unwound the mass of ribbon, Jack pressed kisses to Ianto’s face, neck, hair...any part of him that came within reach... “How did you get yourself so wrapped up..? It’s very erotic...you know how I like you tied up...” he sent a stream of previous encounters into the young man’s head that had them both panting, arousal straining against the constraints of their clothing...

 

“Taped the end to the worktop and wound myself in it till the roll was empty...the cardboard tube’s over there on the floor somewhere...” Ianto’s voice was heavy with desire, “...you gonna talk or finish unwrapping your present..!” as his arms struggled free and he dragged Jack to him, claiming his mouth hungrily as his tongue explored with possessive intent and they melted into each other, the kiss hard and full of feral want...

 

...fuck Yan..! Jack’s senses swam as he was kissed into oblivion...

 

...that’s the general idea..! Ianto shuffled sideways, his legs still hampered by the trailing ribbon, and slammed Jack back against the door, hands fisting through hair and raking over bodies, their hips grinding together as waves of red hot passion swept them away ...the bed’s made...

 

Panting hard, Ianto pulled away regretfully from Jack’s amazing mouth and tugged at the remaining ribbon, shoving it down to mass at his ankles so he could step out of it before grabbing Jack’s hand and dragging him into the bedroom... They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and lost themselves in a series of blissful kisses and mounting desire...no thoughts...just feelings and sensations...

 

Jack’s hands swept over Ianto’s body, pushing the jacket from his shoulders, then loosening the red silk at his throat, eyes locked on the Welshman’s blue depths, drowning in the intensity of the emotion that blazed within... His fingers trembled as they tugged the tie out from his collar and flung it away, moving to unbutton his shirt...his eyebrows arching in surprise to find another layer under the purple Swiss cotton...

 

Ianto lay very still as Jack finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it aside, gazing at the very familiar Blue Gillespie t-shirt... His mouth gaped open as his head was suddenly filled with the memories of that week...the week before...before the children stopped...

 

Neither moved for long moments and then they were holding each other tightly, tears streaming down their cheeks as the tension of the recent days broke... It was some time before either was able to speak, their heads spinning with tangled images and emotions...

 

Ianto sat up and wiped his eyes before turning to Jack and tenderly wiping away his tears too. Brushing his lips lightly against his Captain’s he entwined their hands and pulled him gently towards the living room, shushing the older man’s questions until he stopped in front of the picnic rug-covered capsule...

 

He felt Jack’s breath hitch as realisation set in and the older man dropped to his knees, dragging the blanket off to reveal the tin below. Jack hesitated before slipping the catches and cautiously opening the lid, peering inside, carefully lifting out the slate cubes and placing them on the coffee table before activating them. He sat back on his heels and gazed at the 3D images that hovered in the air before reaching his hand out tentatively to caress the shimmering figures...

 

...they’re beautiful...so beautiful...thank you... He held his arms out and Ianto fell into them, their lips meeting softly in a gentle kiss that said more than any words could ever say... Breaking their kiss just long enough to stand, Jack took his beloved Welshman back to the bedroom and made love to him, worshipping his body until he flew with angels and, panting and sated, they lay curled in each other’s arms kissing softly as sleep claimed them...

 

John Hart had endured their lovemaking through gritted teeth and some extreme distraction techniques, finding himself more and more attracted to the intense Welshman he was studying with the intention of smashing into tiny pieces... Now he was laying back, freshly released from imagining taking the young man hard and fast... Sated, he began sifting through all the new information he’d gathered from their thoughts...this was going to be easier than he thought... sweet dreams eye candy...

 

The roller door siren blared as he entered the hub. It was in darkness...he frowned...Jack was here...he’d said to meet him here... He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the gloom and ran lightly up the stairs towards Jack’s office...empty... He swung round as he heard smothered laughter...it was coming from the Hothouse...He’s playing hide and seek again...bloody Harkness! Grinning with delicious anticipation he slipped out of his jacket and hung it on the back of Jack’s chair before heading across the gantry and was unbuttoning his shirt as he pushed open the door...

 

His greeting froze in his throat as he took in the sight before him... Jack was semi naked – no top and his trousers were undone, the muted light in the Hothouse reflected the taut lines of his body...the body Ianto loved to run his hands over...to feel it quiver at his touch...to kiss and caress...to own...to possess...

 

“Who the fuck is that Jack?”

 

Jack turned towards him and grinned – a wanton lecherous grin – before his mouth was captured by the other man...the other man who was equally attired – or rather, not attired - semi naked... Jack’s hands pushed down inside the other man’s trousers drawing loud groans of appreciation from rosy pink lips, his hands then mirroring the Captain’s as they dived into his open flies to claim his prize...

 

The two men thrust hard into each other’s hands, desire-laden moans filled the air as they ground against each other, kissing hard...biting at necks, chests... Ianto took a step towards them, fury running white hot through his veins...”I said – Who. The. Fuck. Is. That?”

 

The other man turned, his face familiar...leering... “He’s mine...he’s always been mine...you were just a part-time shag to keep the bed warm...but I’m back now and I’m claiming what’s mine...”

 

Horror replaced fury...

 

 “Jack...no...No...Jack...NO...NO...Jack..!”

 

Chapter 34  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/25243.html


zazajb: (All the time we have)

 Title: Lost inside of you Part 32/36+epilogue
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, TW_proper – apologies to those getting this numerous times!

A/N - sorry for the long delay – RL, challenges and needing to go over lots of details meant this took far longer than anticipated...

 

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*

     

 


Chapter 32

 

Jack pulled back gently from Ianto’s soft and sensual lips, cupping his face as he brushed his thumbs tenderly over the young man’s pink flushed cheeks, “I love you...” he whispered, repeating it like a mantra in his head, “...and I was so scared that I’d lost you...” His breath caught in his throat as his thoughts replayed the scenes from earlier, I can’t lose him...not again...Ianto... the raw fear and helplessness washing over Ianto like a tidal wave as they held each other, minds entwining like a tapestry...locking consciousness together...don’t leave me...

 

Grasping the young man by the shoulders, Jack stared into his eyes, reassured by the intensity of the love that blazed out of them... “Before we...” he smiled softly at the images that fed into his head, raising an eyebrow, you’ve got that much energy..? “I want to check out your head as ordered by our good doctor...it might feel a bit strange...impersonal...ok..?” He brushed their lips together lightly, a barely there touch of reassurance as the young man nodded and closed his eyes, breathing deeply...

 

Closing his own eyes, Jack slid into Ianto’s head and began a deep scan, calling on long unused mind techniques from his Time Agent days... Ianto shivered involuntarily at the cold touch, so unlike the gentle caresses he was used to...sorry...just breathe... Jack worked methodically, looking for any signs of disturbance or tampering that would indicate the origins of the targeted attack on his beloved Welshman...this was personal, I’m sure of it...

 

There was nothing, no vapour trails, no trace footprint...nothing...whatever had been there did not appear to have lingered, but Jack was wary...anything or anyone who could come and go without leaving a trace was far more dangerous than something who rampaged through leaving a tangled mess in its wake...

 

With a final check of the state of Ianto’s shields, which he was pleased to see had increased in strength and complexity – he was a rapid learner – Jack switched back to intimate mode, grinning at the second involuntary shudder as warmth flooded the young man’s head and spread rapidly through his body, coming to rest in one area of his anatomy...

 

Ianto moaned softly as the images in his head sent his entire circulation south... He was vaguely aware of Jack’s hands entwining with his and tugging him off the autopsy table, blinking rapidly when his feet made contact with the floor and he was guided up the steps, across the hub and up again into Jack’s office where they sank onto the sofa...

 

Hands grabbed at clothing, yanking hard to release from waistbands, fumbling with buttons and belts and zips, hot breath shared as frantic kisses were exchanged, interspersed with nips of teeth and wanton moans... It was like nothing they had previously shared...deeply intimate, minds woven together through every level of consciousness, every sense heightened so physical touch had the intensity and power of a volcanic eruption, fire blistering every trail of fingertips across heated flesh... The only sounds were their pants and moans, everything else was felt...from deep within every cell, every fibre of their being and Ianto’s climax sent him into a billion pieces amongst the stars...his eyes closed, lips parted in silent exultation...he was Jack and Jack was him and it defied description in any language as he shuddered again and again through blissful waves of pleasure...

 

They collapsed in a panting tangle of limbs as their bodies trembled and a warm and reassuring glow spread through them, starting in their heads and ending in their toes... Jack ran his fingers lovingly through Ianto’s hair, “...you ok..?”

 

“...mnnnn..!” was the most coherent thought available to the Welshman, prompting a smirk from his Captain as he pressed their lips together, the kiss soft and tender...love you...

 

John Hart licked the blood off his lip where he’d bitten down so fiercely he’d broken the skin, his fingers were clenched so hard they’d locked and he was so angry he was physically trembling, his breath rapid and shallow as he fought to keep control... He’d felt the start of Jack’s deep level scan and had withdrawn briefly, erasing any minute signs of his presence...he’d always been better at this than Jack – not that he’d bothered with all this mind crap back then - before easing back in to feel the full force of their lovemaking...threesomes he could do...this was sheer torture and it was only the promise of knowing he was going to break the pretty Welshman, slowly and very very painfully that kept him from knocking his lights out as he’d done before... First though, he needed to get out of this house...it wouldn’t be long before the Earth Plod came knocking...

 

Jack and Ianto were wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing sweet and endless kisses, gentle sweeps of tongue and soft caresses of faces, neck and hair...time was of no consequence...it was just them, right here..right now... until the roller door blared and they sprang apart in a panic..! Jack grinned and gave Ianto a gentle push towards the cubby hole before he began gathering up their scattered clothing...

 

A very relieved Welshman stood at the bottom of the ladder, catching his trousers and underwear as they dropped down towards him... Moments later the rest of his garments joined him, followed by a grinning and still very naked Captain...

 

“Did anyone see you..?”

 

“Nah...they’ve gone straight down to autopsy with the bodies...” he pulled Ianto towards him and kissed him, feeling the young man melt into his touch... we ok..?

 

Yep...more than ok...

 

Reluctantly parting, they finished dressing and climbed back up the ladder. Ianto headed for the kitchen as Jack leant over the railing to look down into autopsy. Peter was unzipping the second body bag, a cold storage drawer open at his feet ready to receive the old man’s body, the table already occupied by the unknown young man...

“Mr X I presume..?” Jack indicated the broken body on the table as the rest of his team looked up at him.

 

“We think he might be a student...” Gwen wrinkled her nose at the smell of death as she leant over the body. “His face looks vaguely familiar from our trawl of the CCTV footage... Give us twenty minutes or so and I’m sure Lois and I can get you an ID...”

 

Jack nodded as the two women headed up the steps towards him and stopped hesitantly at the top... Correctly guessing their unasked question, he nodded again and smiled softly, “...he’s fine...we’re both fine...really...” Impulsively he pulled them both in for a hug, squeezing tightly before releasing them and skipping lightly down the steps to join the medic at the table.

 

“Looks nasty...”

 

“Yeah, whoever this kid was, he took one hell of a beating...most of it appears to be post-mortem - but that’s not the main issue here...” Peter ran the scanner over the body, Jack frowning as the device beeped when it passed over the neck area...

 

“...that’s the residual rift energy signature...shit, this kid was killed by our attacker...” He turned and sprinted back up the stairs, shouting for Gwen and Lois to meet him in the boardroom... Yan..? You ok..? He paused... sorry...I’m just worried... he smiled at the typical stoic response... ok, I’ll try not to! See you in the boardroom...

 

Ianto was handing the coffees round when Peter joined them and dropped into his chair, clutching at his mug and taking a long drink before looking expectantly at Jack as he waited for the cue to start...

 

Jack was in his usual boardroom position – feet up on the table, a gently purring His Nids in his lap replacing the typically steepled fingers...

 

“Ok...we ready to go?

 

Heads nodded round the table. “Ok, first...Ianto was attacked by whoever or whatever this is...it was a targeted attack as I felt nothing this time...they are going for the people I love...so you must all be on your guard...I’m not losing anyone to this and if anyone wants to back away from this that’s fine...” he looked specifically at Gwen before continuing, “...your families must come first...” He was met with determined looks and ghosts of smiles...I love my team...

 

“Ok, Ianto...”

 

“I’m fine...I blacked out, but no damage...other than slight loss of dignity...” he smiled ruefully and sipped his coffee... cariad...I’m fine...stop worrying...let’s concentrate on stopping this bastard or whatever...we still got that nice new bed to christen..!

 

Oh yea..! “Gwen..?”

“Lois and I were able to match most houses to faces, with just a few unknowns as you know... We struck gold with the Davies’ at number 49 who said they’d seen a strange man in the street a few weeks ago...they didn’t take too much notice as this street is full of students and they just assumed he was a mature student or a visitor... They couldn’t remember anything else about him, other than he seemed ‘creepy’...and he went into the house opposite Mr Llewellyn’s...that’ll be number 34...the one Ianto collapsed outside...

 

Yeah, Andy’s getting a team together to go and storm the place...” as Jack leapt to his feet, thrusting a startled His Nids at Ianto who was sat next to him... “...it’s under control Jack...” she turned to look at Ianto beseechingly, needing to calm the agitated Captain down before he went charging down there...

 

You can’t go in there all guns blazing, cariad...I’ll bet my best tie they won’t find anything...we need to be here...

 

But what if he’s still there...I want to kill him for what it did to you...

 

 I know...but we still don’t know enough...finish the briefing first...

 

Sighing heavily, Jack slumped back in his chair and dragged it closer to Ianto’s, reaching across to grab the Welshman’s hand and hold it tightly... Ianto raised his eyebrow but said nothing and just squeezed back, feeling the older man calming...

 

Gwen continued, “...then a couple of weeks ago when Dyllis was walking back up the road after dropping a birthday card into number 28 she saw – or thought she saw...it was dark she said – the stranger coming out of Ted’s place...no-one saw Mr Llewellyn after that...so it’s safe to assume that he was killed by whoever this stranger is... As for the other body...”

 

Lois took over, clicking the remote and filling the viewscreen with an image of the young man currently residing on their autopsy slab. He was very much alive in this image, his head thrown back as he laughed with a crowd of other young men crossing the road where Malvern Street joined the main road. “This was three weeks ago, so he was alive and well then...we don’t have a name yet...”

 

“We do actually!” Peter interrupted, an apologetic look at Lois for cutting in, “...it’s just come through...I scanned his prints before I came up...and his name is Jason Tighe, he was 19 and a student of Law and Psychology...he was arrested at New Year for taking a leak in some woman’s back garden after a no doubt very boozy student night out...the address he gave...34 Malvern Street...and he was reported missing by his parents yesterday...

 

He also has a residual rift energy signature trace around his neck...”

 

“Oh shit..!” the curse echoed around the table from every member of the team, whilst Ianto streamed a torrent of anxious Welsh into Jack’s head...

 

Jack steeled himself, fighting down the rising panic...crushing Ianto’s fingers with his grip of iron and causing the young man to slide His Nids carefully to the floor before physically loosening Jack’s grip with his other hand...

 

“Right, so we know that this stranger killed Jason, we can accept he also killed the old man...why? We have to assume that maybe Mr Llewellyn saw something he shouldn’t have and so had to be silenced... I’m inclined to agree that this is very like your ‘Star Trek’ scenario...but as there hasn’t been any more large scale random violence I’m inclined to think that now he’s got a definitive target...” he squeezed Ianto’s hand and sent a stream of love and reassurance to the Welshman’s head, “...he’s happy to control his anger or emotions and only use it for a specific purpose...”

 

Pausing for breath, Jack glanced round at his team, their faces reflecting determination and concentration... “Right, plan of action...Lois, Gwen...get down there and meet with Andy, see if you can pick up any trace of this mysterious man... Peter, you and I are going to go over Ianto’s brain wave responses to see if there’s any clues... Ok, team, let’s get to it...”

 

Chairs scraped back and they moved rapidly to follow their Captain’s orders... What about me? Don’t just leave me here, Jack...I need to be part of this...

 

I can’t risk sending you out there...it’s too dangerous...

 

My shields are stronger now, more complex...I can take care of myself...I might be able to pick up energy patterns or...

 

No way...you’re not going and that’s final..! We still don’t know enough about it...him...

 

For fuck’s sake Jack..! This is my life too...I get a say...

 

No you don’t...this is my team...my responsibility...I have to keep you safe...

 

You wouldn’t stop Gwen going...

 

You’re not Gwen...

 

Thanks Jack...now I know where I stand..!

 

Jack swore out loud in frustration as Ianto slammed his shields up and stomped off to the kitchen. He reached out softly, knowing he’d really upset the Welshman...he may have understood his Captain’s obsession with Gwen, but that didn’t mean he’d accepted it and that one thoughtless comment... Yan...please...I meant that I don’t love Gwen like I love you...I can’t lose you...not again...

 

Stony silence met his gentle press. He sighed heavily and made his way down to autopsy where Peter was watching the monitors with avid fascination...

 

“Did you two just have a row..?” he asked without taking his eyes off the screen. Jack pressed his lips together and didn’t answer. Peter looked round, catching the hurt in his Captain’s eyes before it was masked with the trademark Harkness grin and a shrug of his shoulders. “Sorry...not my place...but the brainwaves were amazing...here...look..!” He pressed a few buttons and a paper readout began spilling out of the two machines...

 

Jack slumped against the table, his back to the body of Jason Tighe as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. Peter’s excited explanation of the different brainwave patterns washed over him as he went back over his conversation with Ianto... You really fucked that one up, Harkness he told himself I just have to protect him...I can’t lose him...I love him... Despair and horror flooded his thoughts as he contemplated the reality of life without Ianto, especially now he’d been shown a promise of all those extra years, and tears welled in his eyes, a strangled sob escaping despite his efforts to contain it...

 

Peter swung round, pausing in his animated monologue as he realised just how anguished his boss was feeling. He held out his arms and Jack fell into them, sobbing on his shoulder, the pent up tension and worry of the past 24 hours overwhelming him... The medic let him cry, rubbing his back reassuringly, knowing that this was a necessary release before he’d get his Captain back to his impressive best – something they needed desperately if they were to see this thing through...

 

Jack’s sobs subsided and he hung limply in Peter’s arms for a moment before moving away and drying his eyes. “Thanks...” he looked up, meeting the doctor’s concerned gaze. “I’m fine now...really...I didn’t realise how much I needed that...”

 

They turned at the sound of quiet footfall on the steps. Ianto carried a tray with two mugs of coffee and a couple of slices of Jack’s favourite chocolate brownie. He set it down on the dresser, glancing from one man to the other, taking in the tear stained face of his beloved Captain...he knew exactly how he felt... Reaching out a hand, he squeezed Jack’s arm briefly, “I’ll be at the house...lots to do there...keep me busy...I’ve left you flasks for later... ”

 

He nodded at Peter, handed him the electrodes he’d removed from his head and retreated gracefully up the steps, stopping at the top as Jack called out...

 

“Every fifteen minutes...yeah..?”

 

“Yes, Jack..!” a ghost of a smile on his pale face before he turned away and the blaring of the roller door moments later confirmed his departure.

 

Jack and Peter took the printouts into the boardroom and spread them out, Peter resuming his explanations of the different patterns...Jack was amazed at how synchronised their two patterns were...grinning broadly when Peter’s face flushed as he tracked their frantic lovemaking across the page...

 

Ianto had driven to the bungalow and let himself in before he allowed his own tears to fall, sliding down the front door into a heap on the floor as his sobs shook his body...the cold empty space in his head where Jack’s mind would usually be, a stark reminder of the state they were in...

 

John Hart stood at his new upstairs window, number 33 – well, the plod had finished their examinations, the bodies had been removed and here was an empty house just begging for a new resident... He watched as Andy and the enforced entry team had forced the door and gone in... They were joined shortly after by the two Torchwood women...good luck to them – there was nothing to find...

 

He shrugged and stepped away from the window, throwing himself down onto the bed before closing his eyes and finding the link in eye candy’s head... He was rewarded with a blast of warmth and affection between the two men that made him clench his fists, followed by some intense disagreement and a flood of negative emotions...was that jealousy..? Oh, yes, now I’ve got something to work with... He dipped briefly and lightly into Jack’s head from the other end of their connection through their rings, sensing the frustration and fear in the Captain...good...he’s suffering...

 

He slid back into the Welshman’s head as the young man slammed his shields up and stalked away from his distraught lover... This was developing nicely... He stretched out and enjoyed the distress and anguish building in Ianto’s head, positively purring when he broke down sobbing, leaving his shields easy prey...he planted several thoughts deep in the Welshman’s subconscious and pulled back...

 

In another time or place he’d be quite attracted to this quiet and intense young man...for now though, he’d get off on taking eye candy apart...a tiny piece at a time... He smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile...

 

Chapter 33 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/24825.html


zazajb: (kiss)
Title: Lost inside of you Part 31/36 + epilogue
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...
Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty
X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, TW_proper – apologies to those getting this numerous times!
A/N It’s long...

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*

http://zazajb.livejournal.com/19881.html
zazajb: (gareth John hugs conv)
Title: Lost inside of you Part 30/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...
Previous chapters: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty
X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, TW_proper – apologies to those getting this numerous times!
A/N It’s long...

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*


http://zazajb.livejournal.com/19623.html
zazajb: (don't forget me-never could)

Title: Lost inside of you Part 31/36+epilogue
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, TW_proper – apologies to those getting this numerous times!

A/N  - sorry for the evil cliff-hanger last chapter...

 

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*

 

 

 

Chapter 31

 

“Ianto..! No...no...no...no...no...Ianto..!” Jack sank to his knees, frantically tugging Ianto’s limp body onto his lap, the agonising memory of the identical action in front of the chamber and the 456 colliding with the panic and terror of the here and now... He reached up to his ear and cursed in a language he couldn’t have identified as he realised neither of them had put their comms in, instead having to fumble for his mobile one-handed as he clutched Ianto to him with the other...

 

“Peter...!” Jack’s voice was shrill, the panic radiating down the phone, causing the medic to leap to his feet before any other details had been given... “Ianto’s collapsed...I’m outside...” his eyes searched for the closest house number, “...number 34...hurry..!” as he dropped his phone and wrapped the unconscious Welshman to him, rocking him as he mumbled his name over and over...desperate to reach out with his thoughts but knowing that it was too dangerous...

 

Lois and Gwen had also risen to their feet in alarm, watching as Peter took the brief call... The doctor pulled them aside and whispered the news, urging them to stay and get the rest of the story from the two elderly residents – it was too vital...they needed every scrap of information if they were to get to the bottom of this...

 

Blinking the sudden tears away - tears of sorrow and anger that their gentle Welshman had been somehow stricken, the women sat down again as Peter excused himself and set off at a run towards the two men he could see on the ground a short distance away...

 

From his vantage point at the upstairs window, John Hart watched the scene below him...a ringside seat he purred with satisfaction, taking a long slug from the bottle beside him. This was turning out quite nicely... He smiled to himself...Jack Harkness would regret what he’d done...

 

Peter skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees, “what happened?” he leant in to take a closer look at the still form, peeling Jack’s hands away so he could do a quick examination, frowning when the Captain’s hands returned as if on elastic... “Jack...you need to let go so I can look at him...Jack!” he tipped Jack’s face up so he could make eye contact, shuddering at the completely broken look in those usually sparkling depths... “You have to let go of him...” he said slowly and carefully as Jack gazed unseeingly at him, but allowed his hands to be moved so they hung limply at his side.

 

Peter checked the unconscious Welshman over. No broken bones or outward signs of injury, pupils fixed and dilated...definitely some kind of mental trauma... He sat back on his haunches and surveyed his shattered Captain, wondering how to get through to him...shock tactics...

 

“He’s not dead...”

 

Jack’s head shot up at the word and his eyes filled with unshed tears, automatically gathering the Welshman to him once more.

 

“He seems to be in some kind of coma or trance, vitals appear stable and no other signs of injury...we need to get him back to the hub so I can run some tests...give me a hand...” He stood up and bent back down. Sliding a hand under Ianto’s shoulder, he helped the Captain lift the unconscious man into his arms as he dug into Jack’s pocket to retrieve the keys to the SUV. “Wait here, I’ll be a minute...” as he sprinted down the street to the car. He was pulling up beside Jack in less than two minutes, leaping out to open the back door. Between them they lay the Welshman on the back seat, Jack climbing into the back to cradle the young man’s head on his lap as he stroked his hair off the pale forehead...

 

Climbing back into the driver’s seat, Peter slammed the gears into reverse and headed back to the parking bay, turning the SUV round and flicked the blue lights on before heading back to the hub at high speed. He glanced in the mirror several times on the short journey, watching his boss carefully, noting the trembling hand as it traced the still features of his beloved partner’s face. This was going to be trickier than he thought – he had two traumatised patients here he mused...

 

It wasn’t long before they had Ianto on a trolley and were wheeling him into the hub from the underground car park, Peter bringing the girls up to date over his comm. unit... They were distressed to hear of Ianto’s state, but obviously relieved that he was alive... They were preparing to take their leave of the elderly couple and were heading back to number 33 where Andy was going to meet them with an enforced entry team...they were expecting to find Ted Llewellyn’s body... Promising to keep each other updated, Peter cut the call.

 

With Ianto safely on the table in autopsy, Peter ran an extensive battery of tests, working round a resolutely immoveable Jack who stood clutching the Welshman’s hand, his eyes following everything the medic was doing, finally breaking the silence he’d maintained since Peter had reached them in the street, the hoarse whisper sounding heartbreakingly unlike the upbeat Captain of old  “...what’s wrong with him..? Is he...is he going to...to...”

 

Taking pity on him, Peter cut in, “...he’s in no immediate danger as far as I can tell, but he has sustained a violent mental assault causing bilateral damage to the reticular formation of the hindbrain...I have absolutely no idea at this stage how permanent or how severe it is... I know you can sense things we can’t...have you tried to reach him..? More to the point – did you feel anything before he was attacked? You said you felt the anger waves yesterday...was there anything like that today..?”

 

The questions, and the reassurance that Ianto was unlikely to leave them in the immediate future, seemed to shake Jack from his shocked state and he began to resemble Captain Jack Harkness, Leader of Torchwood Three once more, a purposeful glint appearing in his eyes, although he retained his grip on the Welshman’s hand...

 

“We had our shields up – I’ve insisted on that when we’re out of the hub in an effort to protect him, although that obviously wasn’t enough...his shields weren’t as strong as mine...” his voice dropped to an anguished whisper, “I should’ve protected him...I could’ve strengthened his shields...this is my fault..” the devastated partner persona breaking through his Captain role...

 

Peter patted his arm and said nothing, waiting for him to continue... The simple action had the desired effect, Jack resuming, his voice stronger...calmer...determined... “ 

 

 “I didn’t dare try to reach him out in the open – in case whatever it was got me as well...I’ll try shortly, but I need to be sure that it won’t affect me or make him worse so I’ll need to do some prep first...

 

I didn’t feel anything today... I don’t know if that’s because my shields are stronger or if Ianto was targeted specifically...” he broke off to press his lips tenderly to the young man’s temple, the action coupled with a fleeting look of panic that was swiftly wrestled under control...

 

Peter tried to imagine how he would feel if that was Lois...concluding that Jack was being amazingly strong and resolving to propose to the woman he adored as soon as this was over...life was too short...Torchwood life even more so...as he refocused on his Captain...

 

Jack continued, squeezing Ianto’s hand tightly as he spoke, “...and I’m betting that this was a targeted attack – it’s personal...whatever...whoever...Ianto is a way to get to me... “He looked at Peter, a hard, set expression on his face. “Do you trust me?”

 

“Implicitly...always...” the medic’s eyebrows raising at the cryptic question.

 

“I need to know that you’ll do exactly what I say...I need your word...”

 

“You’ve got it...whatever it is...” Peter’s emphatic tone bringing a ghost of a smile to Jack’s lips...I love this team of mine...

 

“I’m going to try and reach him...if anything happens to me in there...” he tapped his temple, “...if I end up like Ianto, I need you to shoot me...in the head or through the heart – close range, a single shot...I can’t risk not coming out of it so the only way is to press the ‘reset’ button and for that to happen I have to die...” He looked searchingly at the doctor who nodded grimly...

 

“Let’s hope it won’t be needed... I want to monitor you...see if it gives us any clues...we might be able to get a signa...” he broke off as Gwen sounded in his ear... “Gwen? No, no change...we’re running tests... The old man’s dead? How long..? Ok...yea...tell them we’ll take the body...another one? Any idea who? Bring him as well...yea, I’ll come and get you...give me twenty minutes?” He glanced at Jack who nodded, “...yea, be with you shortly...out”

 

Cutting the call, Peter brought Jack up to date. “The house opposite the one you were outside of, they found the body of our missing pensioner and another one – a young man, say around twenty, possibly a burglar or maybe a student...no idea what he was doing there...the police ME thinks both bodies have been dead about two weeks...one in the kitchen and the old man at the bottom of the stairs...I’ll do the usual work ups when we get them back here... Are you ready?”

 

 Jack nodded, waiting as Peter attached electrodes to his head to match those on Ianto’s and wheeled a second monitor into place. The medic nodded... “Good luck...” the words sounded pitifully inadequate but drew another ghost of a smile from his boss as he closed his eyes and partially lowered his shields, reaching out towards the mind of the man he loved...a frown crossing his face as he found nothing out of place...just all tidied up and put away...it was like someone...something...had been in and turned everything off...

 

He retreated briefly, opening his eyes to check with Peter who was watching both screens intently... “Pete..?”

 

“Nothing new yet...” the response calm and reassuring, the doctor not lifting his attention from the monitors...”

 

Jack closed his eyes again and went back into the Welshman’s mind space. It felt empty...like a house whose owners were away on holiday... He reached out, calling his partner’s name softly, feeling a jolt of recognition and then, suddenly, he was there...confused and dazed, but there...and he seemed unharmed... Hey sweetheart...you gave me quite a fright...you ready to come back with me now..?

 

Jack..?

 

I’m here...I’ll always be here...I thought I’d lost you... tears streamed down the Captain’s face as he struggled not to overwhelm the young man’s fragile mind with the strength of his emotions, restricting himself to a come back with me now..? as he wrapped his mind around Ianto’s and eased them both back to full consciousness.

 

Peter watched their brainwaves on his screens, fascinated as the two men’s patterns synchronised and they opened their eyes, blinking against the harsh lights... He swung round, intending to check Ianto’s condition, to see Jack leant over the Welshman, his hand cupping Ianto’s face tenderly as they gazed into each other’s eyes...the air was super-charged with emotion...intensely beautiful and powerful, bringing a lump to his throat and tears to his eyes... If I can have just a fraction of this with Lois I’ll count myself as the luckiest man on the planet, he thought as he averted his gaze...

 

Jack’s tears dripped onto Ianto’s face as he leant over him, the Welshman’s free hand reaching up to brush them aside before tugging his Captain down for a soft kiss, their minds entwining gently... Jack pulled back and helped Ianto into a sitting position, shushing his questions with a smile...in a minute...I think our doc wants to check you over first...

 

Peter was still following their brain waves on his monitors...it was amazing to see how totally in tune they were...every nuance and flicker in one was echoed in the other...he’d have to study the playbacks to map the moment of coalescence...he jumped as Jack called him, spinning round to the welcome sight of a slightly dazed, but seemingly unharmed Ianto Jones wrapped in the arms of a very relieved Jack Harkness, the still visible tear tracks bearing testament to the depth of their emotions.

 

“Good to have you back with us...how’re you feeling?”

 

“Er...fine...good...confused...why am on your autopsy table..? I didn’t d...no...”

 

Peter grinned and interrupted before Ianto could finish, “...you didn’t die!” he stated, “...but you did give us a bit of a scare...what’s the last thing you remember..?”

“We got out of the SUV and were walking down the street...then blackness, like...er...like someone had put a weevil hood over my head...and then Jack was calling me and I woke up here...”

 

Peter nodded as Jack continued to gaze lovingly at his partner, following the questioning through a soft haze...he blinked as Peter hit him lightly on the arm...”...hey...need my Captain here...Jack?”

 

Jack sighed and pressed a light kiss to the side of Ianto’s neck, releasing him regretfully and driving his hands deep into his coat pockets as he straightened up. “Sorry, full attention now...verdict..?”

 

Peter frowned as he examined Ianto’s motor reflexes, checked his coordination and ran the scanner over him, “...perfect health...nothing wrong anywhere that I can see...it’s like it never happened... which is great...but...”

 

“What did happen?” Ianto glanced from Jack to the medic as they both shook their heads minutely...

 

Peter pressed his earpiece, “Gwen..? Yeah, I’m leaving now...Ianto’s back with us...he’s fine...Jack’s going to check him over thoroughly while I come and get you...” he cut the call, grinning at her relieved and amused chuckle as he turned back to the two men. “I need you to examine him from head to toe...” he rolled his eyes as Jack reached for his young man, “...yes, that’s the response I expected, but I need you to keep your electrodes on so I can check out his brainwaves...and I need you to see if there’s anything amiss in his head...anything different...altered...I need to be sure...”

 

He grinned as he pressed a few buttons and detached the wires from the monitors.”...think something for me...” as he looked at the screens...”...ok, that’ll do nicely...and no! I don’t want to know what it was... They’re on remote recording...don’t get them wet! I’ll leave you to it...reckon I’ll be about an hour...” He started up the steps, glancing back at the top to see them already in each other’s arms, lips locked together as they threaded their hands through each other’s hair... “Oh, and none of that on my table!” chuckling as Jack lifted one hand to wave acknowledgement without breaking his kiss...

 

John Hart stood at his window, his teeth clenched hard together as he fought to keep his anger under control...sharing their intimacy was the downside to the link he’d planted in eye candy’s head, piggybacking the frequency of their wedding rings...he snarled and a surge of fury escaped, setting off next door’s dogs and a myriad of arguments in the immediate vicinity, before he was able to lock it down again...I was the wife...your wife...the only wife...a good wife...I’m going to destroy your life Harkness...  

 

He refocused his mind, part blocking the love and tenderness, passion and want that flowed through the two men, concentrating on the ongoing operation opposite. It wouldn’t be long before they came back across here, no doubt they wouldn’t be content with an unanswered doorbell this time...especially once they worked out that the second body belonged here... he needed to move... He glanced around at the tattered room...he’d miss this place with its worn carpets and battered furniture...at least he wouldn’t need to pack!

 

He watched as the man he’d seen earlier attending to the unconscious Welshman, obviously the team medic, returned, entering the house opposite... It was unfortunate that he’d had to black out Ianto’s consciousness...for a pretty, twenty-first century boy, he had fair mind skills...his shields were good...no match of course, but not bad... He smiled...I’m going to enjoy taking him apart...

 

Chapter 32 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/24376.html
zazajb: (don't forget me-never could)

Title: Lost inside of you Part 30/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty
X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, tw_proper - apologies to those getting this numerous times

A/N It’s long...

 

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*

 

 

 

Chapter 30

 

Ianto had spent some time ordering supplies for the hub in general as well as more leaflets for the Tourist office – whilst they rarely manned the tiny office any more, it was open for anyone to come in and pick up a leaflet or two... Once the orders were complete he made himself a fresh coffee, concluding that it was rather nice to make it just to his tastes and no-one else’s once in a while. He inhaled the aroma, savouring it, before that first blissful sip sent his taste buds heavenward and he closed his eyes as the heady sensations made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up...oh pure bliss...

 

He jumped as Jack’s mind gave him a forceful nudge, reminding him that whilst he was snug in the hub, the rest of them were out working heartily deprived of such luxuries as coffee... Ianto resisted a smirk, promised to have extra special coffee waiting on their return and began making lists of things to take to the new house – some from the hub, though not many as they kept the basics here, some from the flat, again, not everything as they’d still be sleeping there too... The house was going to be their retreat...a place to relax and get away from the ever-present threat of aliens and whatever else decided to fall through the rift... He smiled fondly at Jack’s love you...as his Captain registered what he was doing...

 

Lists completed, he returned to his study of the data still spread across Jack’s desk. He was becoming more and more convinced that this was some form of mind control, be it deliberate or accidental, rather than an alien device – it just didn’t seem to fit the pattern of something mechanical...

 

In the meantime Jack had now joined his team on the pavement and was catching up on their progress reports. As he listened he gradually became aware of a feeling of unease...nothing he could define or even reach out towards...just unease...he increased his shielding level one point, warning Ianto to do the same...only Ianto never got that message...

 

The man had now found Jack’s mind and scanned it lightly – any deeper and he would be detected, despite his skills at masking...he blocked the outwards thought to Jack’s partner...it wouldn’t do to have him putting up any defences now would it... He was just retreating from his surface level scan when he caught the heartfelt love you that the Captain sent...sent to him.... Anger swelled into rage and waves of fury spread across the surrounding area...

 

It all happened so quickly. Jack sensed the tidal wave of pure emotion and slammed his shields up automatically.  Gwen, Lois and Peter were protected by their earlier shot and didn’t feel anything at all... Andy had some protection but still turned towards Gwen and snarled at her for wasting his time with her stupid ‘spooky do’s’ science fiction. He turned and stalked off, throwing a comment back over his shoulder that she could phone him – or not – tomorrow, because he’d had enough!

 

Several streets away a routine face-off between rival gangs was disintegrating into a full-scale riot...knives were being drawn and the mood was ugly. Residents hurried inside, locked their doors and windows and dialled 999...

 

Anyone at home with another person in the immediate area found themselves inexplicably angry...nothing specific, but random irritations and in some cases, pure rage, exploded across the lower end of the Lampeter Estate and a crime spree backed with an unprecedented level of violence swept the area against a backdrop of howling dogs, hissing and spitting cats and babies screaming...

 

Jack glanced up and down the street, doors were opening and people were emerging, shouting obscenities...one elderly man appeared to have an old shotgun... Swiftly he urged his team towards the SUV... “We need to get out of here...now!” As they piled into the car Jack sent a panicked thought to Ianto...relieved when the calm sense of his Welshman caressed his mind and relayed the swift responses of the emergency services...

 

The team listened in horror to the catalogue of violence and destruction that had suddenly engulfed this area of the city...cars set on fire, random violent muggings, wilful destruction of property and looting of shops, gang war on an unprecedented level... They drove past Andy who was running from a mob of youths waving all manner of improvised weapons, Jack slamming the brakes on as Gwen hauled the terrified young copper into the car to sprawl breathless across their laps...

 

“Thanks”, he gasped as they sped away. “What the fuck is going on here?”

 

No-one had an answer.

 

In his upstairs window the man smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile.

 

They dropped Andy at the Police Station, promising to keep in touch with any news, and returned to the hub, sprinting from the underground car park to find Ianto had all the police and news reports already on, the computers loaded and a steaming mug of each person’s favourite blend by their workstation.

 

Jack flung himself into Ianto’s arms and kissed him hard, tightening his hold when they broke off for air... “What’s wrong?” the Welshman thought

 

“I don’t know...but something’s off...out of kilter...I don’t know, Yan...but I’m worried...no...more than that...I’m scared...

 

Ianto held tight, flooding his partner’s head with comforting and loving thoughts, knowing that there was something specific bothering the older man, something behind the general fear...

 

He squeezed Jack’s arm supportively. “...we can talk about this later, cariad...right now we’ve got an area of the city in meltdown and it’ll spread panic unless we fix it...love you...

 

Jack smiled softly and kissed the end of his Welshman’s nose before releasing him and shrugging out of his coat which Ianto took from him. Grabbing his coffee from Ianto’s desk he went over to where Gwen and Lois were working frantically on their keyboards. Gwen was cataloguing the various police, ambulance, fire and news reports, feeding the data across to Lois who was loading into the data programs they already had...a pattern forming as she transferred the readout into coloured rings on her display...

 

Gwen put her hand over her mouth in horror... ”that’s where we were...we were right in the centre of...of...whatever it is...” she finished lamely.

 

Jack nodded grimly, his lips set as he surveyed his team. His prolonged silence somehow scared them even more, none of them sensing the frantic exchanges between Ianto and their Captain...

 

“It’s there on the screen Yan...it was me...it must’ve been me...this is the first time I’ve been down there and this is the first time it’s been like this...”

 

“It’s not you, cariad...I’m sure of that...I would’ve felt it – felt something...we were in contact the whole time apart from those last few seconds when your shields went up...it’s not you who’s caused this...”

 

“How can you be so sure? All those memories we’ve been going through – some of them were pretty grim and I was angry...heaven only knows how angry I was in some of them...what if that’s breaking through now...making whatever’s out there worse somehow...I don’t know what to do...”

 

Ianto focused his mind and sent the safe space he’d created with the Doctor during the terrible memories into Jack’s tremulous thoughts, the tiny scrap of all there was and all there possibly could be with the Doctor burning at the centre of time, instantly calming the older man and he smiled gratefully at the man he adored with every atom of his existence... “We’ll talk later...I promise...”

 

Letting out a deep breath, Jack addressed his team. “We were at the centre – now that can mean one of two things: either our presence scared whatever is causing this because we’re getting too close or we, or rather I am the target and my appearance therefore prompted a full blown rage reaction...” He held his hand up as Gwen opened her mouth at the same time as Peter, “we’ll throw some ideas around in a minute, but I’ve got more to add to the mix...” he paused, glancing at Ianto, who nodded encouragingly...

 

“This is different from anything we’ve faced before – Hart, Gray...even Abaddon, we knew what they were and we had physical things to deal with...I think this is deliberately hiding itself, which means it’s a coward...and therefore far more deadly than you could possibly imagine. I think we were close today – maybe right on top of it...in that street?

 

We’ll need to go over every household there in detail...but more than that...when it happened I felt it – I felt a wave of raw fury but my mind automatically blocked it out...none of you were affected because of the shots you had... Andy, poor sod, we only gave him a sixty percent dose...he’s still our guinea pig out there and you saw how it affected him...

 

If it’s here for me then you’re all in danger...” ...especially you, he sent to his partner’s head, you need to be careful...did you increase your shielding like I said?

 

He caught Ianto’s surprise and horror flooded through him, the team watching in amazement as their Captain strode over to his partner and grabbed him forcefully by the wrists, blue grey eyes blazing as they met the puzzled gaze of the Welshman’s. Tell me you got that message earlier... Tell me..!” he hissed aloud.

 

“Jack..!” Gwen protested in alarm, worried that Jack was losing it... He ignored her...ignored everything and everyone apart from the young man in front of him.

 

We shared lots of messages...maybe I missed that one...

 

No...it was blocked...I knew something was wrong...remember – I said I was uneasy...but I didn’t know why...it’s after me...and you too...and it’s already tapped into my mind...I’m putting you in terrible danger...

 

“Jack!” Gwen tried again, stepping forward to place a hand on his arm.

 

He shook her off, his eyes still locked on Ianto’s, the thought of putting him at risk making the older man’s blood run cold... From now on we speak aloud...put your shields up and keep them up...got that? Do it NOW!

 

But surely we’re safe here...in the hub..?

 

SHIELDS...N O W I won’t risk losing you again...

 

Huffing at Jack’s over protectiveness, Ianto put his shields up, blocking Jack out and immediately missing the warmth and reassurance of his Captain’s mind snuggled against his own.

 

“Thank you!” Jack loosened the iron grip on the young man’s wrists and hauled him in for a brief but passionate kiss.

 

Releasing him, he turned to face the others. “I’m now convinced that this is personal – whatever’s out there is after me and will go after any of you to hurt me...especially Ianto... You must all be vigilant...promise me – no unnecessary risks...” He met each of their eyes in turn, seeing realisation dawning that this threat was real and somehow more deadly than anything they’d faced before.

 

They looked at each other before they each solemnly promised...

 

“Ok...now we find this thing...person...whatever and convince them that Torchwood don’t take kindly to threats against their personnel...what else have we got..?”

 

The next few hours flew past as they went over and over the data from every conceivable angle and apart from some blanks on the electoral roll that needed some more investigation they ended up no further forward other than theories... Eventually, Jack sent everyone home and then wrapped his arms around Ianto and buried his face in the Welshman’s hair, mumbling into his ear... “I’m sorry, Yan...sorry I shouted, sorry I shut you out...I can’t risk losing you...not again...”

 

“I’m not going anywhere, cariad...we’re timeless...”

 

“...and eternal...” Jack finished for him as he pulled back enough to crush their lips together, the feel of his partner in his arms warm and reassuring...it would be ok...they’d survived Hart’s bombs, Gray’s destruction and even the Master’s world domination...they’d get through this... He stopped thinking and concentrated on kissing the man in his arms into a quivering heap, digging deep to add a life force-laden golden glow that had Ianto seeing stars...

 

They broke apart, panting hard, Ianto’s tingling and boneless body unable to support him as he leant heavily on his Captain. Jack held him tightly. “I love you” he whispered, “like I’ve never loved anyone before...you make me complete and...whatever happens...you have to remember that...”

 

Ianto shivered. Something about Jack’s tone frightened him...this thing was far worse that he’d let on... He tipped Jack’s face up so he could look into his eyes, gasping at the intensity of tangled emotion in those blue grey depths – love, devotion, fear and sadness all reflecting back at him.

 

“Jack...let me in...please...surely we’re safe here...” sighing with relief when he felt the gentle pressure of his partner’s mind pressing against his own. He lowered his shields and their minds entwined happily, familiar and comforting, settling back into each other’s space... just here in the hub – and only when we’re together...promise me Ianto...promise me you’ll protect yourself...at all costs...

 

I promise...

 

They reached for each other simultaneously, crushing their mouths together, hard and passionately, pent-up emotions washing over them as hands raked urgently over clothing, ripping it aside to touch the warm flesh below...desperate to reassure themselves of the here and now...

 

Bed... the thought came as one and they pulled apart, linking hands as they headed to Jack’s bunker. As soon as their feet hit the floor they flung themselves into each other’s arms, Jack dipping his head to press feather-light kisses down the side of Ianto’s neck, pausing at the juncture of his neck and shoulder to suck the skin into his warm mouth, biting down softly...

He smiled as Ianto shuddered and felt the hot pulse of desire echo in both their minds. Jack trailed his fingers down Ianto’s back, settling on his perfect backside and pressing him in closer so he could feel Jack’s arousal straining against his trousers. Want raging through him, Ianto grabbed Jack’s head with both hands and brought their lips together, driving his tongue possessively into the older man’s mouth where they duelled, passions rising... They pulled apart, panting, as they forced much-needed oxygen back into their lungs.

 

Jack pushed Ianto back onto the bed “...come with me..?” he whispered, cupping his face and gazing deeply into the Welshman’s blue eyes, drowning himself in the love that blazed back at him...

“Always...” Ianto felt Jack’s mind reaching out towards his, linking, entwining their senses on an even deeper level...

“...let go, Ianto, follow my voice...that’s it...now reach out...feel it...”

Ianto gasped and closed his eyes as his mind soared to that plane of pure bliss, where senses flew with the angels and he felt Jack’s mind nestle totally within his own so every sensation was doubled.

Look at me...

Opening his eyes to meet his Captain’s, Ianto felt his heart sing at the love reflected in those blue grey windows to Jack’s soul. He gave himself up completely as their lips met in a soft and tender kiss that went on forever until he was trembling all over.

Pulling back enough to draw breath, Ianto flicked his tongue across Jack’s lips, feeling the other man’s desire mounting as he opened his mouth to allow Ianto’s tongue entry, where it explored hungrily.  Ianto could feel Jack’s every shudder and unspoken moan as if it were his own, these sensations only serving to magnify his own heightened senses. Jack bit down on the Welshman’s bottom lip and his entire body quivered...   

Growling hungrily with want, Ianto intensified their kiss and raked his hands roughly through Jack’s hair, sharing in the delicious shivers that ran thorough the older man.

“...clothes off, now..!”  he ordered. Two pairs of hands grappled with buttons, belts and zips until they were both naked, arching their bodies together on the tiny cot. Pulling away from the knee-melting hot kisses Ianto peppered feather-light brushes of his lips down the side of Jack’s neck, feeling the shudders of desire that rolled through him and mirrored in Ianto’s own body. He paused to suck at the soft spot behind Jack’s ear, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth and jumping as the sensations sent a red-hot bolt of want to both their groins.

They moaned in unison, their minds entwined like the fingers of their hands and their senses woven into each other like a tapestry – layer upon layer of shared consciousness and sensation... Ianto lapped at the hollow in Jack’s throat and he caught his breath as his body shuddered with raw desire, his heartbeat pounding wildly and his breathing ragged...

“God, Ianto...that feels so good...” he felt Jack’s warm and loving presence in his head as he turned his attention to Jack’s body, kissing his way down his chest to encircle a nipple with his tongue, teasing the nub of flesh, sending wild sparks of want raging through them.  Jack’s mind pulsated with desire, his body arched against Ianto’s, lips parted and head thrown back. He moaned loudly as the other nipple received equal treatment, tangling his hands in the younger man’s hair, urging him on.

 “...more...please...more” echoed wildly in their heads, pleasure soaring to new shared heights. Ianto continued his path downwards, relishing Jack’s every shudder and quiver as he kissed, nipped and licked every inch of skin and every sensation echoed in his own body.

He felt Jack’s gasp as a physical bolt as he took him into his mouth, sensations of bliss surpassing anything within earthly description. Jack mumbled Ianto’s name over and over, thoughts tumbling wildly as Ianto’s wicked mouth teased and sucked his sensitive flesh. He felt Jack’s breathing stutter as his body soared towards release, his own breath coming in trembling pants and gasps as he shared the bursts of hot lust that coincided with each of his cheek-hollowing movements. Knowing Jack was close to climax, he pulled back a little further before taking him deeper into his mouth, pausing when the hands tangled in his hair tugged sharply,

“...wait...not yet...kiss me...”

Sliding up the older man’s body, Ianto crushed his lips to his Captain’s, driving his tongue possessively into his mouth, moaning in unison at the shared hot fingers of desire. Jack wrapped one arm around the Welshman’s waist, shuddering deliciously as their hips ground together. With one swift movement, Jack rolled them over, finishing on top, sharing Ianto’s gasps as their hot skin pressed together and he thrust up against him...

Releasing his hold on Ianto’s waist, Jack buried one hand into his hair and slid the other one down his body, grasping him firmly with slow sensual strokes, sending his love and passion as the young man’s senses were overwhelmed and they soared together towards that ultimate pleasure, their kisses becoming more frantic as they devoured each other’s mouths.

Moving his hand from Ianto’s head and breaking into their wild tongue duelling , Jack pushed two fingers into his lover’s mouth, a low moan escaping as the younger man sucked on them hungrily, sending white hot tendrils of pleasure coursing through them both.

“...now, Jack...please...” Ianto begged, his body screaming out for Jack’s touch, panting and convulsing as he felt first one, then a second finger slide into him, hips bucking uncontrollably, every nerve ending responding to Jack’s touch. He felt the rise as he spiralled towards his release, and bit down hard on his bottom lip to delay, his breath coming in shuddering gasps...”Jack...oh, fuck..can’t...”

“...hold on, sweetheart...breathe for me...” Jack’s voice filled his mind, soothing, calming, slowing the pace until his control had returned, the frantic pounding of his heart slowing momentarily, before increasing as Jack pushed slowly into him, the sensations of hot, tight heat raging wildly through them both. Ianto clutched at Jack’s hair and pulled his face close, claiming his lips roughly, biting down and feeling the twin sensations of pleasure and pain collide with shuddering passion as Jack began to thrust, matching his pace to his hand strokes.

Ianto cried out against Jack’s mouth as the sensations raged through his body like bursts of fire on his heated skin, each new feeling taking him to a heightened plane that was like nothing ever before, exquisite pleasure that defied description, raw, electrifying and simply fucking amazing... 

Jack thrust harder and faster as he felt their release building, spiralling towards that explosive climax, breaking away from their wild open mouthed kisses to whisper “...come for me, beautiful...” a hoarse cry echoing as they shuddered together in ecstasy and time slowed to a stop, preserving that perfect moment as they found themselves once again in Nirvana...

”...timeless and eternal” Jack sent as he pressed his lips softly against his Welshman’s. Ianto felt the indescribable joy and pure bliss, incredible serenity and clarity as their every heart beat was shared, every breath in perfect harmony...here was where the two became one... senses, breath and more...even deeper...it was within every living cell in his body...and it was perfect...time was transcended and they each lived forever here...

Ianto felt Jack’s hand entwine with his, their lips met tenderly and they were back in real-time, chests heaving, bodies trembling...

Jack stroked a lock of hair off Ianto’s sweat-soaked forehead. ”...you ok..?”

“..ugh...uh..!” Ianto gasped, unable to do anything but splutter

“...my love...my soul mate...my life...” Jack kissed him, pouring his feelings in gentle waves into the young man’s mind. He urged him under the covers, wrapping him into his arms as they closed their eyes, their minds and bodies entwined as one as they slipped into exhausted sleep.

Jack was subdued early the next morning as he handed out instructions to the team. It was a little after six am and no-one was feeling particularly lively but they’d shown up with a dogged determination to track down the source and dispense copious amounts of Torchwood justice... Jack was on edge... They noticed he barely let Ianto out of his sight, saying little, but keeping him within arms’ reach at all times... this meant Jack was worried...and if Jack was worried then the rest of them should be terrified... It was a chilling thought...

 

Jack set them to work matching resident photos to houses in that street – difficult at the best of times as students rarely filled in the electoral roll declarations so it meant trawling through reams of CCTV footage...    Ianto kept them supplied with endless coffee in between intense discussions with Jack as they went through the data yet again, searching for some clue...anything that would give them an idea of what they were dealing with...

 

Watching them in Jack’s office, Gwen noted the way Jack’s hand trembled when he reached out to stroke his fingers softly down the side of the Welshman’s face...the fear that showed in his face in an unguarded moment and quite simply the complete un-Jack-like quiet when Ianto’d left the hub about an hour ago...her heart broke for them and she blinked away her tears impatiently, turning back to the screen and the endless tiny figures on the CCTV...

 

After three hours and way too much caffeine from the flasks Ianto had left, they’d managed to match most of the residents to houses. The street had twelve student houses with four or five students to each – no wonder landlords liked the student market – it was a huge money-spinner... There were three houses whose residents hadn’t been seen and these were marked as priority for visiting...Ted Llewellyn, 78, a widower who lived alone and two student homes...   

 

Ianto had kept his word and was phoning every fifteen minutes, his shields resolutely in place and on full alert. Jack had cried that morning, holding him close like he never wanted to let him go, making love to him like it was the last time...each touch laden with a reverence and gentleness that was both beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time...    

 

Armed with clipboards, street plans and photos, the team prepared to return to Malvern Street, Jack dropping them at the edge of the red zone before heading off to meet Ianto at the house...they hadn’t told anyone else about their new home yet, saving the announcement until everything was finished and they’d moved in...

 

When he arrived Ianto was busy directing the wardrobes and the bed in one direction and the dining table and leather suite in another... He seemed in good spirits as he coordinated the various delivery men, glancing at his watch and digging his phone out of his pocket...  Jack leant against the doorframe and watched him, the tender smile on his face morphing into a huge grin as his phone rang and the Welshman jumped, swinging round to meet the gaze of the man he adored...

 

“How’s it going?” Jack detached himself from the doorway and swept Ianto into his arms, kissing him hard.

 

“Almost done...” Ianto panted when he was eventually released. “I miss you though” he said wistfully, tapping his finger against his temple...”...mobile phones’re just not the same...”

 

“I know...me too...” he pressed a gentle kiss on his Welshman’s lips, resisting the urge to tell him that instead of the warm comforting presence of his partner’s mind he now had a cold dead space and a gnawing feeling of icy terror that swept through his head at regular intervals...

 

Fortunately Ianto was so keen to show him what furniture he’d chosen that he had no time to dwell on the perilous state they’d found themselves in and allowed himself to be dragged into the kitchen to see the gleaming state-of-the-art coffee machine and the simple but elegant crockery, the young man beaming as he showed off the blue and white striped mug he’d found to match the one Jack had at the hub and a white one with blue dots on for himself...

 

Next stop was the dining room with an elegant teak oval table and eight chairs, the silver and white stripe fabric of the seat pads duplicated in the floor length curtains... Jack nodded, smiling broadly as he squeezed Ianto’s hand and he was dragged into the living room, his mouth dropping open as he took in the huge TV screen on the wall, the twin Italian red leather three-seater sofas and two reclining chairs...

 

A gleaming teak coffee table and two matching cabinets stood either side of the fireplace, but it was the picture on the wall that grabbed his attention and he folded Ianto into his arms, tears springing into his eyes as he gazed at Tosh’s Hokusai painting of The Great Wave...

 

“How did you know..?” he whispered

 

“Tosh told me you bought it for her when she got her first flat...she left it to me...I think she always knew we’d end up with it together...” Ianto cupped his Captain’s face, brushing his thumbs gently over his cheeks before pulling him in closer for a sweet and tender kiss, both men simultaneously dropping their shields to merge their thoughts and feelings as they melted against each other...

 

The glorious kiss could’ve gone on forever, but for the embarrassed cough of the bed showroom delivery man who needed a signature before he could depart... “Sorry to interrupt, sirs, but you need to sign...” nodding his thanks and making a hasty exit...

 

Jack grinned at Ianto’s pink flushed cheeks, you’re gorgeous, d’ you know that? pressing their lips back together to carry on where they left off...only to be interrupted again by a ring on the doorbell...

Grinning ruefully, Ianto slipped out of Jack’s arms and entwined their fingers as he led them to the front door. Another delivery firm- this time the Northern Nights quilts, pillows and bedding; towels and the rest of the curtains in a mountain of packages around the petite blonde female driver. “Mr Jones? Sign here please – eight packages in total... Thank you” and she was gone again.

 

Ianto picked up the loading strap on the largest and dragged it inside as Jack grabbed one of the smaller ones without relinquishing his hold of the Welshman’s hand...  They piled them up in the hall and Ianto led the way to the first of the bedrooms where two men were busily putting up wardrobes. They nodded and carried on working. Jack sniffed the air...they’ve got coffee? How come I don’t have coffee..?

 

Grinning, Ianto tugged on his hand and pulled him towards the next door. The guest bedrooms were furnished simply and elegantly, the emphasis on understated high quality... Jack was impressed... I really like what you’ve done... They moved on to the master bedroom where the bed dominated the room, the sight of it sending an immediate pulse of desire through Jack’s body as he imagined their first night here...though why wait...we could...

 

No Jack...there’s no on it bedding yet and we’ve still got workmen here...chuckling at the pout that replaced the big puppy dog eyes...How about tonight..?

 

Jack’s eyes lit up and he hauled the Welshman in for a steamy kiss that made his head spin...they could lose themselves here...forget for just a moment the threat that hung over them...the thought was empowering and they lost themselves in each other, the feel of warm bodies pressed against each other, hearts beating faster as the kiss deepened and desire grew, the sensations of soft and sensual lips and exploring tongue driving them to a plane not of this earth...it was heady and blissful and it was with regret that they pulled apart, gasping for air...

 

We need to get back to work, cariad...I love it here...just us...no alien threats, no world to save...no responsibilities...just you and me..but...

 

Jack’s arms tightened in response, the cold fear washing over him once more as their brief dalliance into Utopia slipped from his grasp and he landed with a crash back in the icy grip of reality...why don’t you stay here and finish unpacking everything...there’s still masses to do...his primary goal of protecting Ianto from the unidentified but deadly threat asserting itself once more...

 

He knew as soon as the thought was formed that it was a lost cause as the young man’s body tensed in his arms before he pushed back to grasp his Captain’s arms and glare into his eyes...

 

On no you don’t Jack! I won’t be locked away like a princess in her ivory tower...don’t you dare try and make me less of a man...we’ll face this thing together...find it, defeat it...whatever it takes...but we do it together...would you stop any of the others..? You know you wouldn’t...his tone softened as he felt the older man sag in his arms... I know you want to protect me, cariad, and believe me, I’m scared...but I need to do this...we...need to do this...yeah..?

 

He blinked away the tears that filled his eyes as Jack’s thoughts flooded his head, endless love and devotion mingled with a sadness that couldn’t be expressed by either of them, but was understood, Jack’s eyes glistening with matching tears... Their lips met tenderly, the kiss soft and laden with feeling as both reasserted their shields, barriers once again in place. They broke apart and hugged tightly, not needing to share their thoughts for each to know what the other was thinking at that precise moment.

 

Ianto went to speak to the workmen who would let themselves out once they’d finished, the lure of more coffee in the kitchen along with slabs of fudge cake an incentive to keep working! Glancing around at their new home that was taking shape, Ianto smiled to himself and grabbed the two travel mugs from the kitchen before joining Jack in the SUV...his own car would stay here for now...

 

He swung himself up into the car and handed Jack the mug, watching as the pain lifted from his Captain’s eyes briefly...”To us..!” he said, holding his mug out...

 

“To us..!” agreed Jack, a ghost of a smile crossing his face as they clunked their mugs together and drank deeply. Ianto settled back in his seat. “Right, let’s go get this bastard...we got a bed that needs christening later...”

 

Jack’s answering chuckle lightened the heavy weight of fear just a little, his heartfelt  “I love you, Ianto Jones...” leaving him with a broad smile and a feeling that he could take on all the terrors of the universe as long as he had his Captain beside him...

 

A quick call to Lois pinpointed the team’s location at the far end of Malvern Street, having tea and a rather interesting conversation with Dyllis and Ifan Davies... Jack put his foot down as they sped through the battle scarred Estate, burned and blackened cars, boarded up windows, glass and other debris abandoned in the noticeably empty streets...a sense of fear had fallen like a blanket over the area now, replacing the raw anger of yesterday...

 

They drove past the still-smoking, burnt out shell of Gloria Bromley’s corner shop, the firefighters now doing their final damping down. Gloria had been one of several fatalities of the previous day’s riots...she’d been robbed, shot and left to burn in her ruined shop.

 

Ianto bit down hard on his bottom lip as he took in the saddening sights, glancing across at Jack to see his mouth set in a grim line. He took a deep breath in...this was going to be a tough day...  Jack parked in the same bay as previously and they jumped down, sharing a resolute nod as they started down the street towards number 49 and the rest of the team.

 

In the shadows of the upstairs window the man’s face lit up with a triumphant smile as he watched them stride past...at last...both of them... He reached out his mind and forced his way past Ianto’s shields, exerting his superior mind strength to overpower the young man’s defences...

 

The look of terror on the Captain’s face as Ianto cried out Jack’s name and crumpled to the floor was nectar to his twisted mind...got you, eye candy...you’re mine now...  

 

Chapter 31 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/19881.html

 


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Title: Lost inside of you Part 29/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

A/N Quite a bit later than planned due to going back to school and volume of work, plus lots of oneshot bunny distractions and some quite aggressive bunny disagreements, but we’re all friends again now!

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*

X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, janto Apologies to those getting this multiple times :D


http://zazajb.livejournal.com/19091.html
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Title: Lost inside of you Part 29/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

A/N Quite a bit later than planned due to going back to school and volume of work, plus lots of oneshot bunny distractions and some quite aggressive bunny disagreements, but we’re all friends again now!

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*

 



 

Chapter 29

 

Ianto woke up alone, the tiny space in the bed beside him was cold – Jack had been gone a while. He rolled onto his back and attempted to stretch...he’d gotten too used to a king sized bed at St David’s he thought ruefully...

 

“Morning, sleepyhead...you complaining about my cosy little bunk..?” Jack’s thoughts brushed his mind gently

 

“Not at all, cariad...in fact I was thinking we could recreate this room at the house...” he smirked as Jack spluttered in his head, sending back some deliciously amorous encounters from their honeymoon bed before appearing in person down the ladder from his office, balancing a cup of tea and a plate of hot buttered toast.

 

Ianto slid out of bed to greet him, planting a light kiss on his lips as he took the proffered mug and plate. They sat side by side and shared the toast before Ianto headed for the shower and Jack returned to his office.

 

As he stepped under the steaming spray Ianto realised that this was one of the few times he’d showered alone since their ceremony...strange how such a tiny space could feel so lonely...

 

“I was hoping you’d miss me..!” Jack’s favourite shower scenes streamed into his head and a warm body pressed up against him before he’d even had time to reach for the shower gel!

 

“I thought you had work to do...” Ianto murmured as Jack drew him in for a tender kiss, sharing the familiar jolt of butterflies in his stomach and the sheer wonder of everything that was just Jack... They melted against each other as the world was temporarily forgotten...it was just them...right here, right now...from soft caresses and sensual touch to urgent passion and wild desire... It was an exciting journey and they were both breathing heavily by the time the water was running cool and they emerged glowing and satisfied.

 

They dried each other and dressed quickly before they could be tempted to linger, Jack returning to his neglected paperwork while Ianto headed for the kitchen, narrowly missing tumbling down the stairs as His Nids wound around his feet.  He bent down and picked the little dragon up, rubbing its ears and grinning at the loud purring that resulted from this attention. Once in the kitchen he set down a plate of red grapes on the floor and chuckled as they were pounced upon, sharing the pictures with Jack, before turning his attention to the coffee machine...

 

The coffee was done just as the roller door blared, announcing the arrival of the team, Lois clutching the familiar and welcome paper bags from the bakers. She skipped up the stairs and handed them in through the door as Ianto was heading out of it, grinning happily as the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee drifted around her... “I missed your coffee...” she sighed, adding hastily, “...and you too, of course..!”

 

Ianto chuckled at her, “...missing my coffee is good enough..!” He touched her arm lightly and returned to set the mugs out. When he descended the stairs they were all gathered round Gwen’s workstation as she marked out the area of the Lampeter Estate into blocks for their round of door-to-door... Jack handed out the day’s assignments as Ianto dished out the coffee and pastries...

 

“Lois and Gwen, can you go with Andy, Peter...I need you to go back to the hospital to catch up on the new cases there...find out if there’s any significant change in the pattern or severity of the incidences...I’m going to go over everything you’ve done so far and then I’ll be out to take a look myself...” he paused for breath, catching Ianto’s eye as the Welshman sent a puzzled question mark for the lack of assignment. He sent a swift reassuring hug and a plea for patience that was received, understood and acknowledged with a nod. “Ok people, let’s get to work...”

 

Once the roller door had closed behind the team, Jack pulled Ianto into his arms and kissed him tenderly, loving thoughts caressing his mind as the young man melted into the embrace... They came up for air, soft pants and shared warm breath as they rested their foreheads together, each relishing the closeness of the intimate stolen moment...

 

“So, cariad...” Ianto’s thoughts switched to work mode, “...why am I here and not...” he waved his hand vaguely, “...out there..?” He softened the tone with a quiet whisper into his Captain’s ear, “...and before you even think it, we’ve not done enough work to sneak down to the archives for an illicit blowjob!”

 

Jack grinned and pressed a light kiss to the end of his Welshman’s nose. “You’ve got the vital job of furnishing our house today...the sooner it’s furnished, the sooner we get to move in...” he streamed an assortment of suggestions for the christening of each room into Ianto’s mind, smirking as he felt the young man’s immediate bodily response pressing against his thigh...

 

Jack pulled away reluctantly, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist for much longer and impressing himself with his self-control. He dug his wallet out of his back packet and flipped through it for his bank card, pausing to look fondly at the well worn photo of the two of them fast asleep in bed...he still marvelled at how closely their bodies pressed together, how their hands entwined and the soft smiles on their faces...even in sleep...

 

Ianto peered over his shoulder, smiling at the memory despite the sadness attached to it... A sudden thought occurred to him and he blocked it before Jack could share it...he’d just realised what he could give Jack for a wedding present – it wouldn’t come anywhere near an entire house, but he knew instinctively that Jack would like it... He filed it away on his to do list, nuzzling happily into his Captain’s neck before taking the card he held out...

 

“Whatever you want...there’s about a thousand years’ wages in there so...” the thought trailed away, both knowing that ultimately Jack would be alone in the house after Ianto’s eventual death – even if that was a few hundred years away...

 

“...but we choose the bed together...” Ianto grinned as his suggestions for headboard designs with plenty of anchor points received Jack’s lower body approval and he wriggled out of the way as the older man reached for him. “Later...work first...we still have to sort out these violent outbursts and unexplained headaches...” he sent a gentle kiss as he headed to the kitchen to make them a fresh coffee and Jack turned towards his office.

 

By the time the coffee was ready, Jack was immersed in the mountain of reports his team had gathered, quietly impressed at their thoroughness...they were truly fantastic people and he loved them dearly... His memory flashed back to another time when he’d had the exact same thoughts looking down on his team...Tosh, Owen, Gwen and Ianto a few days before Gwen’s wedding when they’d toasted the bride-to-be with champagne and he’d presented her with their gift, a honeymoon in Antigua...her excited squeals had deafened them and she’d crushed the air out of them with the intensity of her hugs...

 

“Good times...fond memories...” Ianto’s thoughts wrapped around his own, preceding the arrival of his soul mate whom he adored with every fibre of his being...especially when he brought coffee, he added, standing to take the mug from the Welshman’s hand and place it carefully on the coaster before dragging the young man into a crushing embrace to kiss him senseless... He released him when the need for oxygen asserted itself and they stood gasping, Ianto’s knees weak and trembling...

 

Jack grinned at him, his eyes taking in the dishevelled hair, flushed cheeks and deliciously kiss swollen lips...he’s just gorgeous he thought, his gaze lingering on those pink and sensual lips...and he helped himself to another serving of their responsive softness, folding the young man into his arms and holding him tightly like he never wanted to let him go as his tongue plundered the Welshman’s mouth, sending him floating away on the stars...

 

Ianto moaned against his Captain’s mouth as he was kissed to oblivion and back, his hands raking over Jack’s body, tugging his braces from his shoulders and pulling shirt and t-shirt out from his trousers so he could slide his hands underneath to the warm flesh below. Senses soaring, they broke apart for breath, one of Jack’s hands caressing his partner’s cheek, the other resting in the small of his back, keeping him close as they ground their hips together...

 

Growling with want, Jack tugged Ianto towards the sofa and they sank down onto it, hands reaching for buttons, belts and zips as passions rose...

 

“Jack..?” Peter’s voice sounded over the hub pa system.

 

Breathing heavily, Jack pulled away regretfully from what was shaping up to be a most memorable occasion, and responded somewhat breathlessly, “Peter..?”

 

“I’ll bet that’s not work related panting – you’d better not be down on my table..!” Peter’s spot-on assessment brought a rueful grin from the Captain and an attractive deepening of the rose tint of Ianto’s cheeks, the Welshman sending a fond, “...he gets more like Owen every day...kinda nice...”

 

“Newlyweds...and we’re nowhere near autopsy...what’s up?”

 

“Besides you?” Peter’s deep chuckle echoed round the hub, “...ok, there have been increased incidences and whilst they don’t seem to be changing in intensity, they are spreading out...many new cases are on the outer edges of the target zone...we really have to find what’s causing it and stop it before there’s a major incident...”

 

Ripples in the pond just like you said...Jack’s thoughtful expression morphed into one of worry as he shared his concerns with the Welshman, I need to get down there...see for myself... “Thanks, Pete, can you send the data back here and we’ll add it to what we’ve got, then could you join the girls and Andy...did you give them all a shot..?”

 

“Will do...yeah, Gwen and Lois had the full dose and I gave Andy a sixty percent strength pill so he’ll not get the blinding migraine – he might get a bit of a tension headache by the end of the day... I’ll be on my way in about fifteen minutes...”

 

“Ok, thanks...”  Jack turned his attention back to Ianto, stroking his hand lovingly through the Welshman’s hair, “...now where were we..?” he murmured as he captured the young man’s lips and they gave themselves to the pleasurable sensations of sweet and endless kisses...

 

Some long minutes later, they pulled apart and Ianto gently extracted himself from Jack’s embrace, smiling at Jack’s pout...”we really do have work to do...I’ll fix us some fresh coffee while you add Peter’s data to the stuff you’ve got over there...”

 

He straightened his clothes and picked up the mugs of cold coffee, grinning at the gentle love you’s that streamed into his head as he headed towards the kitchen, caressing them tenderly before sending them back...

 

While the coffee brewed, he returned to his perusal of the Furniture Store on his PDA and added to his selections, a warmth spreading through him as he visualised each piece in place in their new home... Ianto Jones was one very happy young man as he poured the fresh brew and dug into his secret stash tin to pull out two slices of chewy chocolate brownie to go with their drinks...

 

Landing Jack’s mug and plate on his desk and planting a soft kiss on his lips, Ianto left him to it and busied himself with his chores, quietly and efficiently until he’d crossed everything off his to do list apart from one... This one needed assistance so he composed a swift email to Lois and attached the file from his phone, pressing send with a satisfied grin on his face...

 

He felt Jack’s mind pressing gently against his own, what’s got you all excited and happy..? Jack’s thoughts held fond amusement, turning to a matching warmth in his belly with Ianto’s simple reply you, cariad...

 

Making his way back to Jack’s office, Ianto leant on the doorway and watched as his Captain raked his hands frustratingly through his hair and sighed heavily... “We know so much and yet we still don’t know what, who, where, why? We might as well know nothing! I need to get down there...”

 

“I need you first...” Jack’s grin lit up the room and he pushed his chair back, holding out his arms invitingly...” Ianto’s eyebrows arched and he grinned back...

 

“You’ll need your coat...sir!” The grin passed the one hundred wattage mark, wild images of previous coat loving sessions streaming back and forth, drawing an amused chuckle and a shake of the head from the Welshman. “Not quite what I had in mind right now...although...” he marked one and sent it back...this one...later... “I’ve ordered most of the furniture but I’m not choosing the bed without you...so, get your coat!”

 

It didn’t take long to choose the bed – king size with a wrought iron headboard and decorative pillars topped with ornate twists at each corner...fun, attractive and functional in one complete package! It was in stock so they arranged delivery for the following day...it was going to be a busy morning at the house tomorrow with most of the furniture arriving between eight and one... They left the showroom with arms wound round waist and shoulders, prompting a wistful smile from the salesman as he thought what a handsome couple they made...

Jack dropped Ianto back at the hub and then headed out towards the Lampeter Estate, both men putting the comms into their ears so they could keep in contact with the team.

 

“Gwen..?” Ianto spoke quietly so as not to make her jump. He waited until she responded before getting a precise location and update, relaying the information to Jack and remotely sending it to the SUV’s SatNav. Once the team were all up to date with each other’s movements, Ianto returned to Jack’s office to go over the mass of information they had in an attempt to find anything that would help them...

 

Gwen, Lois and Andy were deep in student housing territory with a frustrating number of unanswered front doors, many students having returned home for the long summer holidays or those who were staying on either out or reluctant to open the door to a policeman... There were pockets of more elderly residents in between the mass of student accommodation – those original residents who’d decided that they were too set in their routines and lifestyle to contemplate moving... These residents were the most welcoming and this often resulted in an invitation in, a cup of tea and a willingness to gossip...

 

Thanking Mrs Evans warmly for the tea and biscuits and the information, Gwen led the way back down the path unaware that they were being watched from a first floor window across the street...

 

The man’s eyes narrowed. They were close now, but it was still only the women and a soppy looking earth policeman...why wasn’t he with them..? His anger rose to simmer levels and the familiar shouting started next door... He watched as the small group made their way down the path of the house directly opposite to knock on the door - there would be no answer to that one...

 

His lip curled at the recollection of the broken body of the elderly man lying at the bottom of the stairs...he’d had no choice – the man had seen him disposing of the body of the student and was going to call in the law enforcement so he’d signed his own death warrant...in the end it had saved him having to bury the other body so he’d just dumped it in the kitchen and followed the old man up the stairs, catching him easily and giving him a firm push backwards...

 

He took a swig from his bottle and continued to watch...frowning as they were joined by another man he didn’t know...looked like the Captain had been replacing his lost soldiers... He took another long drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as the group opposite stood patiently at the door before obviously deciding there would be no response and retreated back down the path. Once back on the pavement they paused, it looked like they were planning to split up when suddenly they all turned and looked up the road...

 

A large black SUV swung around the corner and pulled up in a parking booth a short distance up the street. The door was flung open to reveal an instantly recognisable figure with that familiar arrogant stride, his coat billowing behind him as he headed towards his team... The man’s face twisted into an expression of both satisfaction and hatred... “...finally..! Now it begins... You’ll pay, Jack Harkness...

 

The man closed his eyes and reached out with his mind, tentatively...well aware of the capabilities of his foe and unwilling for the moment to reveal himself...that time will come...soon...

Chapter 30:  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/19623.html


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Title: Lost inside of you Part 28b/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

A/N A bit later than planned due to unexpected family things and random bunny distractions, but it is extra long to make up for the delay! Too long - in 2 parts!

 


Chapter 28b


They kept up a conversation all the way to the estate agents, Ianto reminded of the last time they’d done this and the interesting time he’d had in the greengrocer’s – a very stern, “...don’t even think leaving Jack under no illusions that now would not be an appropriate time to repeat that experience..!    

In a matter of minutes, Ianto had signed the contracts and received two further sets of keys and a bulky file of relevant paperwork. The charming bungalow with its glorious garden going right down onto the beach...was now his...” It’s done, cariad...we have a new home...” he sent loving caresses to Jack’s mind, the older man responding with a series of wanton images as he considered the best way to christen each room! The conversation continued in this vein all the way back to the hub and Ianto’s breath was a series of tiny gasps by the time he stood on the invisible lift waiting for Jack to activate it...

“Yan...”

“Yes, Jack...”

“You hard..?”

“Jack!” shivers shooting down his spine as his Captain breathed hot breath on the sensitive skin behind his ear and pressed feather-light kisses down the side of his neck... “...yes, Jack...”

“...so am I...I’m waiting down here for you...you need to be ready for me...” Jack growled in the young man’s head as he grazed his teeth at that spot on Ianto’s neck, where neck met shoulder, drawing an audible moan of pleasure from the Welshman’s gently parted lips...

“You need to strip for me...I’m watching you on the CCTV...I want you...” Jack purred into head.

Ianto felt the desire ripple through him as he placed the file by his feet and slowly unbuttoned his waistcoat, sliding the tiny plastic discs through the buttonholes deliberately as he felt the stone slab shift beneath him...

“Good, keep going...” Jack’s voice filling his head was laden with want and he felt the ghost of his hands on his hips, the heat building in his groin...

Ianto slid the jacket off his shoulders, folding it neatly and placing it on top of the file, followed by the waistcoat. His hands moved to his throat where he loosened his tie, tugging the strip of red silk from his collar and dropping it over the side so it fluttered down into the hub... He smirked as Jack’s breath hitched and he moaned softly in their shared mind space... Ianto’s fingers moved to his shirt buttons, moving sensually from button to button, slowly exposing his chest with its covering of soft downy hair....

In his head he could hear Jack panting, “...you coming out here Jack..? I’m halfway now...you can watch for real...” Jack’s answering growl sent wild spikes of desire raging through them both and he undid the final buttons swiftly, tugging the shirt tails out from his trousers so it hung free. Jack was now waiting at the bottom of the lift, his chest and feet bare, trousers undone with his braces dangling down by his side...

Their eyes met and they drowned in the intensity of raw emotion as Ianto got closer... He removed his coffee bean cufflinks and tucked them safely in his pocket, toed off his shoes and socks before moving his hands to unbuckle his belt, finally undoing the button and sliding his zip down as the slab reached the ground and he was dragged off the lift into his Captain’s arms to be kissed hard and passionately... They pressed their bodies together, grinding their hips as feral want raged through them and they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths as hands raked through hair and over heated skin, leaving trails of red scratchmarks.. .

“Now...need you now...” Jack pulled his Welshman over to the sofa and they fell back onto it, pushing trousers and underwear down to pool around their ankles before kicking out of them, as they thrust against each other. It was fast, wild and passionate and left them panting in a tangle of sweaty limbs...

They slumped back on the sofa as they regained control of their pounding heats and trembling bodies. Jack cupped Ianto’s face and captured his lips tenderly, relishing the feel of the sensual mouth under his. Ianto’s hands moved to stroke softly through his Captain’s hair and they lost themselves in the sheer bliss of the moment. When the chill began to press against their skin they cuddled in together and dragged the old blanket from the back of the sofa around them, content and comfortable...as they drifted into peaceful slumber...

Ianto woke first, his feet were outside of the blanket and frozen. He glanced down at Jack’s head nestled into the crook of his shoulder and smiled gently. Jack didn’t need to sleep like most people, but when he did sleep, often after some wild loving, he looked so peaceful and carefree – the pressure of centuries of responsibility temporarily lifted – a tiny smile curving the corners of his mouth...that mouth that Ianto loved to kiss and be kissed by...

“Help yourself...” sleepy murmurs curved the corners up a little more as the Welshman took advantage of the offer and pressed their lips together gently, minds caressing each other as they entwined their fingers, stroking softly...no need for words...simply emotion...

Breaking apart long sweet minutes later, they headed for the shower and washed each other tenderly, sharing light loving kisses which continued as they dried and dressed. By now it was just after eight. Ianto went to the kitchen to fix them some soup and toast which they ate with enjoyment before Jack returned to his interrupted paperwork and Ianto fed the residents, sitting on the floor to roll grapes along the floor for His Nids, chuckling as the tiny dragon chased and pounced on them before nibbling on them in a most endearing way.

Rising from the floor and brushing himself down, Ianto made some fresh coffee and took it into the office where he filed away Jack’s completed reports. By eleven thirty, despite the coffee, Ianto was yawning. Sending his Welshman down to bed, Jack locked up and slid down the ladder to find the young man already fast asleep. He grinned and shed his clothes quickly, sliding in beside him and wrapping his arms around his partner’s warm body. He smiled softly as Ianto shifted closer, murmuring “Jack” in his sleep. He pressed a light kiss to his hair and closed his eyes...

The rift alarm woke them in the early hours of the morning, not that Jack had actually been asleep, more in a relaxed state somewhere between being conscious and not! He swung out of bed and reached for his trousers and t-shirt, tugging them on and clambering up the ladder before Ianto had even tumbled out of the bunk. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, the Welshman dressed himself carefully and climbed up to join his Captain at Lois’ workstation...

“Lifeform readings - office block downtown...” in response to Ianto’s unasked question. “I can go by myself...”

Ianto reached out and grabbed hold of Jack’s braces, using them to tug the older man in close, brushing their lips together lightly, before handing over the shirt that he’d picked up on his way up the ladder. Jack grinned and pulled the blue cotton on, buttoning it swiftly before shrugging into his braces. He turned round to find Ianto holding his coat out, smoothing it over his shoulders as always, the movements familiar and intimate. Checking their guns automatically as they headed for the SUV, they climbed in and Jack fired the engine. The streets were empty and it was not long before they were pulling up outside a very familiar looking office block...

Ianto’s mind flew back to the last time they’d been here... Captain John Hart, remind me again why I hate the bastard... had supposedly lost several bomb canisters and Torchwood were looking for them before they exploded and caused untold damage across the city. Jack and Ianto had come to this office block to investigate...

 

 Relations were strained between the two, Jack having just returned from his time with the Doctor... Ianto had found himself with nothing to say when he and Jack were paired up to search the office block for John’s canisters... Jack was trying to be light hearted...trying to lift the oppressive atmosphere but he was having none of it and maybe he was being a little too morose but it was all in the name of self preservation...how many times could one person’s heart be smashed into pieces and put back together again..? He couldn’t take the chance again...no, really...you can’t, he’ll destroy you again...

 

“...how are you, Ianto..?” Jack had taken him by surprise.

 

”...all the better for having you back, sir...” he’d blurted out, quashing the thousand and one other things he wanted to say for fear of sounding like a petulant teenage girl, I’m broken Jack...seeing you, having you so close... I want to rip my clothes off and make love to you...I need you...I want to punch you...hurt you for leaving me...you just left me...you destroyed me...kissed me and built me up only to smash me into a million pieces...hold me Jack...fuck, I don’t know what I want...fuck...

 

Jack had continued to astound him...”...can we,drop the ‘sir’...I was thinking, while I was away, that maybe...when this is all over...”

 

Ianto’s eyebrows arched. Jack was floundering...awkward...uncertain... This was most definitely not the Captain Jack Harkness of old... He quite liked this new insecure aspect...

 

“...dinner...movie..?”

 

“Are you asking me out on a date?” incredulous, needing clarification and possibly a tiny bit of ‘don’t make this too easy’ for him...

 

“...interested?” Jack sounded...hopeful? Jack... Ianto’s resolve had wavered briefly...ok, admit it – his willpower had crumbled on contact and he’d mumbled about office fetishes, buying himself time to get his thoughts in order...a question suddenly occurring to him...

 

“...why...why are we helping him?” why don’t we just shoot the bastard and be done with it?

 

“He’s a reminder of my past and I want him gone...” This was more the old Jack...in control, assertive... “...by the way...is that a yes?” Jack was tentative again, unsure...

 

“Yes...” so much for not going there again...Ianto sighed, replaying the conversation in his head and deciding that he could no more resist Jack Harkness than he could stop the sun rising...both were forces of nature that should be wondered at, appreciated for their beauty and most importantly, enjoyed at every opportunity...besides, Jack had never taken him on a date before...this was new...he’d dared to hope just a little...

 

Of course, Captain Hart wasn’t going to even give them this snippet of time together... With Jack searching the roof, Ianto had been going through the drawers, bins, plant pots...systematically, efficiently...when the elevator doors had pinged open...

 

Cautiously, with gun levelled ahead of him, Ianto had gone to investigate, only to have John Hart press a gun...one of the team’s guns no less...whose gun, what had he done with its owner..? before relieving Ianto of his own and waving the young man into the elevator. Ianto had obeyed, furious with himself for being caught... When he’d resisted, demanded to know what Hart was doing...why he was doing it, the Time Agent had stroked Ianto’s face with his gun, the action laden with both sexual curiosity and obvious menace, finally pressing the muzzle to the centre of the young man’s forehead, telling him in no uncertain terms that he’d kill him if he returned... Livid, Ianto had no choice but to leave...Jack...have to warn Jack...

 

Jack’s phone had just rung until the answer-phone kicked in. No point in leaving a message – it was too late for that Jack... Throwing himself into the SUV Ianto had headed off to find what John had done to the others...

 

Jack had reached for Ianto’s hand when Hart had appeared in the memory, sensing the barely contained fury against the wayward Time Agent... He’d shared Ianto’s fear and anger when the Welshman had been assaulted with the gun, bringing their joined hands up to his lips to kiss them lightly before stroking his thumb reassuringly over the young man’s fingers...

 

“You know the rest...” Hart had been ruthless...he’d kissed Gwen with paralysing lip gloss, gun-whipped Tosh and shot Owen...

 

“I’m so sorry, Yan, you should’ve told me what he’d done to you...I would’ve dealt with him...” Jack whispered, squeezing their hands briefly...

 

“Would you...really..? How was I to know? You’d been gone for months, then you come back without a word of explanation...real explanation and we’re supposed to just carry on where we left off... Back then, I had no idea what to think...I did what I felt was best at the time...”

 

Ianto felt Jack’s shame and sorrow and reached out to reassure him...this was all water under the bridge...ancient history...”no malice here...”

 

Jack’s relief swamped his head, light kisses peppering his face and neck. Ianto grinned briefly, “...what happened to you..? I know he killed you...but what did he do..?”

 

Jack grimaced, “...rear of the year..!” John Hart couldn’t help but note that his ex-partner still looked amazing...he still wanted him, both in his bed and in his life to share adventures like they used to... seeing him so domestic...so tamed with eye-candy for a bed fellow made him wildly jealous...he wanted to hurt them...make them all pay...

 

Jack swung round, the canister in his hand. He baited the Time Agent, looking for the real reason he’d come here... what do you want John...I don’t trust you... Hart had implored him, in his own brusque way, to return to travelling with him, furious when Jack had turned him down, not even a brief moment of contemplation – a straight and emphatic NO! I’ve got Ianto...I came back for him...if he’ll have me... That had earned him a severe punishment, especially when he’d thrown the capsule over his shoulder. Hart had shoved Jack off the roof to fall fifteen floors to the ground, landing over a bench seat, his back broken...dead...

 

Hart had taken Jack’s wrist strap and continued with his plans...

 

Ianto reached across to pull his Captain into his arms and kiss him tenderly...if I ever see John Hart again I’ll... he didn’t have the words to express just what he’d like to do to the ex-Time Agent... however as it was unlikely they’d ever run across him again...but if we ever do... Ianto growled menacingly, leaving the threat hanging...

 

They sat a moment or two longer, arms wrapped around each other, filing the memories away, another layer of understanding between them... Jack kissed the tip of Ianto’s nose and released him, climbing out of the car and heading towards the building. Ianto followed, hoping this visit would be less traumatic than the last...

 

They made their way up to the fifth floor, Ianto checking the hand-held scanner, nodding confirmation... ”two separate signals...moving about randomly...” They drew their guns and approached the double doors, hearing sounds of movement and crashing furniture from within. Jack motioned for Ianto to cover him as he pushed a door open and went in... They made their way cautiously along one side of the huge open-plan room. There were obvious signs of disturbance – plant pots were smashed on the floor, bins overturned and chairs on their side...

 

Sounds of movement drew their attention to a large screen diagonally opposite their current position, they began moving towards it in the well-practiced leap-frog pattern, another plant pot hit the floor followed by scuffling and high pitched giggling... “...what the... “  They reached the screen and moved round it, guns aimed forwards, immediately lowering them once they’d seen the identity of the intruders...

 

“What are you doing in here?” Jack demanded, the two Graske stopping their game with the waste paper bin

 

“Graske adventure day out...”

 

Ianto raised his eyebrows as he holstered his gun, “...you can’t play in here, this is a place of work, not an adventure playground...” he shook his head ruefully, remembering Jack’s suggestions their previous visit...you’re still not photocopying your butt! he sent as sternly as he could manage, although his lips twitched amusedly... The Graske pouted and shook their court-jester heads, “Graske stay...play...”

 

Jack pulled out his weevil spray. “Either you leave or I’ll put you to sleep and you’ll wake up in a cell with a weevil...”

 

The Graske looked furious, and made a run for it, dodging round the desks, turning yet more chairs and bins over in their wake. Ianto muttered a stream of expressive Welsh and stuck his hand in his coat pocket, pulling out his own can of spray. A game of tag ensued and the office rapidly resembled a bomb site, files, paper, plant pots all littering the floor as the mischievous creatures managed to evade them for a good fifteen minutes. They finally cornered them near what appeared to be a broom cupboard... The Graske exchanged looks and vanished with a crack and a brief flash of light...transmat beam...

 

Ianto swore a bit more and wiped his hand over his forehead. It was three o’clock in the morning, he was hot and out of breath and he’d been playing chase with a pair of alien pixies... he checked the scanner – no sign of them, they really had gone. He planted his hands on his hips and looked round at the mess. “We’re going to be here ‘till this time tomorrow if we’ve got to clear this lot up...” he grumbled, a sudden yawn taking him by surprise.

 

“Jack..?” as he suddenly realised Jack was nowhere to be seen, “...you ok, cariad?” he sent anxiously

 

“Yeah...” Jack appeared from a doorway at the end of the room. He had a couple of cans in his hand and a huge grin on his face. “We’re not going to clear up, we’re going to add the finishing touches to the mindless vandalism plaguing our modern society..!” He handed a can to Ianto who read “Silly String” with a puzzled look on his face.

 

Jack laughed and shook his can, spraying it up into the air in a wide arc, the Welshman suddenly catching on. He shook his own can and walked up and down the rows of desks, spraying the string over filing trays and desks.

 

Five minutes later, both cans empty, the whole office looked like it’d staged a wild party. Jack draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulder, “ok, let’s go...you can sort the CCTV when we get back, if they’ve even got it switched on this time! They headed out to the elevators and pressed the button. The first one to arrive was the same one that Ianto had been threatened in...he hung back, reluctant to admit that he didn’t want to go in this particular lift.

 

Guessing the reason correctly, Jack met him at the door and wrapped him into a hug, crushing their lips together, the Welshman’s startled gasp lost as Jack devoured his mouth, his tongue pressing for entry, before sweeping possessively around the moist interior. Ianto sighed happily and melted into the embrace, not noticing he’d been steered into the elevator and was now pressed up against the far wall. He arched his body against Jack’s as the older man slid a hand down to brush the hot swelling in Ianto’s trousers, a loud moan escaping his lips as they broke briefly for air...

 

Thrusting his hips against Jack’s Ianto tangled his hands in his Captain’s hair as he was kissed into oblivion. Jack’s hands moved to undo the young man’s belt and button, sliding the zip of his trousers down before shoving trousers and boxers down to his knees. Pulling away from those soft and responsive lips, now pink and swollen from his kisses, Jack trailed his way down Ianto’s neck, across his throat, moving lower to tease his nipples...

 

Ianto’s eyes were closed, his head thrust back against the wall, his lips parted as he let out soft pants that rapidly became loud moans as he was engulfed in the warmth of Jack’s mouth, sending wild rambling thoughts to his Captain’s head as waves of pleasure washed over him... Jack grinned as he felt the young man’s climax approaching, sliding a finger round to brush the entrance to his body, teasing it lightly...he sucked harder, humming as Ianto exploded with a hoarse cry JackJackJack, delicious shudders rippling through his body which were echoed in Jack’s own.

 

Releasing him, he slid back up Ianto’s body and reclaimed his soft mouth, the young man tasting himself on Jack’s tongue as the two danced pleasurably. They pulled apart to replenish their oxygen supply, Jack taking a moment to tug Ianto’s trousers back up and refasten them, pressing the button for the ground floor, before capturing those wonderfully sensual lips once more.

 

The elevator doors pinged open as they reached their destination. Ianto’s only response was to tighten his hold and kiss harder, Jack wasn’t complaining - Ianto was one hell of a good kisser, as he lost himself in the glorious sensations of knee-melting kisses... Some considerable time later, they staggered out to the SUV and Jack drove them back to the hub with reckless disregard for the speed limits... Without the need for words, they entwined hands and headed straight for the bunker where they removed each other’s clothes swiftly and efficiently before sliding under the covers to continue their endless kisses until sleep claimed them...    

Chapter 29: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/19091.html
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Title: Lost inside of you Part 28a/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
With special thanks to Wykling for the gorgeous picture
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

A/N A bit later than planned due to unexpected family things and random bunny distractions, but it is extra long to make up for the delay! Too long - in 2 parts!

 

Chapter 28a

 

They’d been sat contentedly for almost an hour when Jack’s mobile rang. He dug it out of his pocket, “Hi Gwen...how’d it go?” He nodded as she talked, finishing with a brief, “ok, see you tomorrow...” as he cut the call.

 

Ianto shifted his head slightly without moving from his comfortable position snuggled into his Captain’s shoulder, Jack’s slight frown drawing a questioning eyebrow ...

“Nothing so far...but they avoided the headaches and PC Andy didn’t so whatever Peter did, it worked... We’ll try again tomorrow...” he sighed softly, “...guess that means we’re going back to work...”

 

Ianto sat up and captured Jack’s lips, softly, tenderly...”we’ve still got tonight, cariad...” he sent, before standing and pulling the older man to his feet. “We really should go – we were supposed to be checking out of the hotel today...”

 

“Not a problem...I added another night...” Jack grinned, “...so does that mean we get to do all those ‘last-time-we’ll-do-this-on-our-honeymoon’ things all over again?

 

Rolling his eyes, Ianto tugged Jack towards the French windows, “...if you can remember all those moves...” he streamed some of the more adventurous positions into his Captain’s head, gasping as he was suddenly swept off his feet to find himself cradled in Jack’s arms.

 

“What the..?”

 

“Gotta carry you over the threshold..!” Jack stepped back into the main living room, chuckling loudly and lowered his Welshman back onto his feet, folding him in close as he pressed their mouths together and Ianto melted into the kiss until they ran out of air.  Pulling apart, Jack took Ianto’s hand and they wandered through the different rooms, sharing thoughts in their heads as to the type of furniture and decor they might like...

 

They paused by the front door as Ianto cupped Jack’s face and kissed him, a gentle lingering kiss as he poured his love into the older man’s head, “I don’t know how to show you how much I love this house...how much I love you...” a realisation struck him, “...I didn’t get you anything...we weren’t doing wedding presents...”

 

Jack held him close, “I got the best present I could ever want...you...that’s all I want...you and me...timeless and eternal...wherever that might be...” They kissed hungrily, Ianto’s stomach performing a series of back-flips and a delicious warmth rolling through him as Jack’s tongue mapped the contours of his mouth and he surrendered as he was pressed up against the door and his senses swam...

 

They finally made it out through the front door, the jolt of pleasure shared as Ianto locked up behind them and they headed towards the car, contented smiles on both their faces. On the drive back they planned the next few days – work, back to the flat and furniture shopping...domesticity central!

 

They ate in the hotel restaurant and shared a bottle of champagne to celebrate, the room and people around them a blur in the background as their world narrowed to just them, thoughts and hands entwined, eyes only for each other despite many admiring glances from fellow patrons. Jack ordered brandies which they took up to their suite and then up onto the roof to stand looking out over the bay, Jack’s arm around his Welshman’s shoulder, Ianto’s arm round his Captain’s waist, holding each other close...

Jack streamed a brief memory from their ceremony... recalling how he’d tumbled into Ianto’s thoughts, gentle soaring thoughts of love and contentment and he’d felt the sudden tears prick his eyelids at the depth and intensity of his partner’s feelings, “…you are brighter than the stars, only you, always you, I am yours today, tomorrow and every breath I take is for you…” mirroring the sentiment back to him as he turned his head to capture the young man’s lips with his own... They kissed tenderly before heading back down to the suite and to bed, where they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing softly until they fell asleep...

The insistent sound of the alarm clock dragged them from the warm cosy cocoon of the quilt at six the next morning. Heading reluctantly to the shower they leant against each other as the water warmed, finally feeling lively enough to explore mouths and bodies thoroughly once they stepped under the steaming spray...

Emerging clean, glowing and very much awake, Ianto made coffee while Jack began packing their clothes and other belongings, emptying drawers, cupboards in a very Jack-like fashion by heaping everything onto the bed before dragging the cases out and dumping them on the sofa. He looked relieved when Ianto handed him his coffee and took over, folding everything neatly and efficiently so they were actually ready when the bellboy arrived to take their luggage down to the car.

They accompanied the boy to the lift, Jack handing over the car keys as a puzzled Ianto looked on. That wasn’t the plan. The bellboy, for his part, was perfectly happy with the crisp purple note that accompanied the keys and pressed the button for the basement car park with a knowing grin on his face.

Jack dragged Ianto back to the suite and proceeded to lead him into each of the rooms in turn where he kissed him...softly in the hallway, hard and passionate in the bedroom, light and teasing in the kitchen, finishing with a combination that culminated in a golden glow in the main lounge. Ianto’s body tingled from top to toe and his knees were weak when he surfaced to be held firmly in his Captain’s arms until he’d regained some control over his trembling limbs...

“I wanted us to remember this...” Jack nuzzled into Ianto’s neck as they shared some of the moments from the past week...the ceremony, reception, their time with the Doctor and good friends...and all those special moments with just the two of them...

They broke apart, both smiling softly, taking a final glance around before heading to the elevator where they shared a lingering kiss on the brief trip to the main lobby. Jack settled the bill, adding a generous tip and they thanked the staff warmly before the final elevator kiss down to the basement. The bellboy was waiting patiently by the loaded car, nodding as he handed over the keys and left, pushing the empty luggage trolley away noisily.

They climbed into the car and took deep breaths in...”...so, to the hub..?”

“Yeah, we can take our stuff back to the flat during the day if it’s not too mad...” Jack squeezed Ianto’s knee as the Welshman drove the short distance to the hub. “You look great in those tight jeans and t-shirts, but I have to say I do like that suit...” Jack grinned as Ianto streamed memories of the last time he’d worn this particular suit, shirt and tie ensemble...

“I know..!” He turned the engine off and leant across to plant a gentle kiss on Jack’s lips, “...we could send the others out for lunch later...maybe..?” melting into the embrace as Jack’s arms slid round him and deepened the kiss.

They kissed enjoyably for long minutes before Ianto wriggled regretfully out of his partner’s arms. “C’mon...” they chuckled as they both finished the sentence, “work to do!

They were greeted by His Nids who pressed around their feet in his usual cat-like manner, threatening to trip them up, then purring loudly when Jack scooped him up and rubbed his ears... Ianto helped Jack out of his coat, hanging it up carefully before he headed to the coffee machine.

Jack and His Nids vanished into the office where a giant stack of files welcomed him back to the serious business of protecting the world! He sat down and sighed gently. Now he really was back at work... Absently stroking the tiny dragon’s back with one hand, he pulled the first file towards him and started reading. He was immersed by the time his coffee arrived, a soundly sleeping nids on his lap and a look of concentration on his face...

Ianto leant against the doorframe and gazed at his Captain, gentle waves of love washing through him which were received, caressed and returned without the need for words. He put the mug down and pressed a soft kiss to the side of the older man’s neck before retreating to start a complete nest-to-lower level check of the hub.

They made good progress on their respective tasks over the next hour until the roller door heralded the arrival of the rest of the team, Lois clutching the very welcome sight of paper bags from the bakers...

“Morning all! Did you miss us?” Jack grinned down from the upper railing, His Nids once again in his arms...

“It was quieter...and no danger of finding you half naked in strange places at all times of the day..!” Peter sounded so like Owen at times and it was reassuringly endearing...

Ianto emerged from the archives, wiping his hands on a cloth, his clipboard tucked under one arm. Lois squealed and flew across to hug him. “Missed you!” she said

Ianto grinned and hugged her back, smirking at Jack’s huffed “what about me?” in his head.

“Think it’s more to do with coffee and having to do the filing than my dynamic personality, cariad” he sent back, adding “See!” as Lois chuckled  and pressed the bags of pastries into his hand – a subtle reminder to go and make coffee! “I’ll go exercise the coffee machine then...” he glanced up, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, sending “...you could always come and...help..?” as he headed for the kitchen...

“Conference room in five minutes, please...” Jack went back into his office and watched as his team shrugged out of their coats, picked up their files and made their way to the boardroom... As soon as they were out of sight, he scampered across the walkway to the kitchen, pushed the door shut and gathered Ianto into his arms, claiming his mouth in a knee-melting kiss that made the Welshman’s head spin and left his lips deliciously pink and tingling...

Releasing him reluctantly, knowing that the team were waiting for them, Jack rubbed his cheek softly against Ianto’s as they relished the stolen moment – a tiny bit of an alternate reality where it was just the two of them – and then it was back to the real world. Ianto filled the mugs, adding sugar and cream where needed whilst Jack piled the cakes up on a plate and put it on the tray. They made their way to the boardroom. Ianto handed out the coffee and Jack took up his usual position – leant back in his chair with his feet up on the table, ignoring Ianto’s expressive eye rolls of disapproval...

“Ok, where are we with all current investigations...Peter...you first...”

“Right...minor stuff first...the improved weevil spray is complete – tests have shown its faster and no side effects that I can detect... I’ve replaced our entire stock and there are a couple of cans on your desk for you and Ianto...  It also works on humans... ” he grimaced, “...unintentional trial – we thought it was a weevil, but it turned out to be a burglar... police were happy enough with the result!” 

Jack grinned and nodded, “...good work...”

“I’ve completed the autopsies on the Squamatae and the Laipstis and updated the database on their anatomies and I’m still exploring the preferred food choices for the centipede things but they seem to be thriving... I’ve also checked His Nids and you were quite right - he’s only a baby, about six months old, healthy as far as I can tell and more like a cat than a dragon...I’ll do regular checks so we can build a profile...

Now, Splott and the headaches...I gave Gwen and Lois a shot yesterday before they went out there and they showed no sign of any headaches...we were a bit mean and didn’t offer anything to Andy so he could be our control subject and the poor bloke had a blinding migraine by the time they came home...I’ll give him a watered-down version in tablet form next time they go so it’ll keep the worst of the pain at bay...

I monitored their stats while they were out there and as far as I can see, the pain’s caused by changes in the trigeminal nerve pathway which leads to a severe drop in the serotonin levels and then a sudden release from the constricting of the blood vessels in the brain – it’s the releasing of the pressure that causes the worst symptoms... That said, I’ve absolutely no idea how it’s reaching so many people over such a wide area...but Lois and Gwen have some ideas on that...”

Jack turned his attention to the two women. Lois tapped her PDA and brought up a map of the Lampeter Estate. The lower third was highlighted with a red circle, marking the perimeter of the area they’d identified as being the most likely point of origin for the disturbances.

“We went back through all the police reports, the hospital and GP records and correlated against the increase in sales of pain relief and the time frames...it was a bit of a nightmare, but the homes in this area of the estate appear to have been the first to be affected and the worst – the levels of violence here show a marked difference to say here...” she indicated the outer edges of the estate on the opposite side to the highlighted area...”

Gwen took over the explanation.  “We thought we’d attempt to prove this theory before we went charging in there, so we went and spoke to people - we’ve been in newsagents, pubs, cafes, launderettes...you name it, we went in it! We also checked for residual rift energy – barely a trace, which is what we’d expect... So, as we got closer to the target area, we noticed the odd spike on the monitor, not large by any means...but it’s there... That’s why we’re concentrating on that particular part of the estate, although we’ve found absolutely nothing from our door-to-door so far... People agree that there’s a lot of tension, but they’re putting it down to the stresses of the recent redundancies and the fact it’s a rough area...

Now that doesn’t tell us the who, how or the why...just a pointer to the general ‘where’. Now did any of you watch the original Star Trek – Kirk, Spock, McCoy..?” She grinned at their bemused faces, “...stick with it – it is relevant..! Spock’s father was Sarek and being Vulcan’s they live a lot longer than mere humans [Rhys loves Star Trek so I’ve seen them all so many times!] so when the Next Generation came along – Picard, Riker, Worf – Sarek was still going strong.

In one Next Gen episode Sarek had to conduct peace talks with the Legarans and his arrival was accompanied with a rash of unusual emotional outbursts among the crew. Over the next few days more and more crew members displayed unprovoked aggression, even towards friends and relatives...it turned out Sarek was suffering from a degenerative mind condition that meant he was projecting his aggressive feelings onto those around him... Now I’m not saying we have a two hundred year old fictional Vulcan running around loose, but what if what’s causing these outbreaks is like this – either inadvertently or deliberately...we don’t know... What do you think?”

Jack and Ianto gazed at her as they considered the theory...”...y’know it’s actually quite feasible...” Ianto sent, thoughtfully, “...it might explain the pattern we’ve seen spreading outwards...we just need to find the nucleus...the original stone in the pond...”

“Yeah, ok...but Star Trek?

“If it works?”

“We’ll see!” Jack swung his feet off the table and leant forward. “Right then,” he said aloud, “...if the only theory we have is telepathic vandalism then we’ll go with that ‘till something else suggests itself... What have you planned for today?” he asked Gwen

“Andy’s day off today so we were just going to go over the map again and mark it off into sections, then we were going to catch up on some paperwork...rift permitting of course...”

“In that case, you can finish your coffees and take the rest of the day off – Yan and I’ll cover here...”

Three faces lit up at the prospect of the day off and they hurriedly downed the rest of their drinks before chairs were scraped back and they vanished out of the roller door before the rift could change Jack’s mind.

Ianto stood up and started collecting the mugs, “I like the way your mind works, cariad..!” he sent softly.

Jack grinned, “...they get a well deserved day off...I get you to myself...win win situation!” he reached out and tugged the Welshman towards him, pulling him down onto his lap. “Clearing up can wait...” he murmured as he pressed their mouths together and they lost themselves in a series of sweet and gentle kisses that grew hotter and messier until they were both writhing and panting, hands groping frantically at buttons and belts...

Jack pushed the jacket and waistcoat off Ianto’s shoulders as the Welshman attacked his Captain’s shirt and undershirt, sliding his hands under the fabric to run over the warm skin beneath...their tongues tangled wildly as passions rose...

The rift alarm blared out and they sprang apart with a jump, cursing in a variety of languages in their heads. Jack planted a swift kiss on Ianto’s lips and headed out towards the main hub, the younger man following in his wake as he attempted to redress himself...

Jack was checking his Webley and taking the stairs to his office two at a time when Ianto made it to the main workspace. He darted into the office, grabbed the two aerosols off the desk and slid back down the handrail, landing with a grin at the Welshman’s feet. He held a can of weevil spray out to the younger man... ”...we get to play ‘hunt the weevil’ first day back..!” 

The two weevils led them a merry dance in Bute wood, finally succumbing swiftly to the new improved spray once they were cornered. Ianto looked back across the park at the distant SUV and sighed heavily...they were definitely back at work! By the time the two unconscious weevils were safely landed in the boot, both men were panting hard. They leant against each other as they got their breath back.

“I was expecting to be breathless by now...” Ianto quipped, “...but this wasn’t exactly the way I had in mind..!”

Jack laughed and reached out his hand to stroke the young man’s cheek before brushing their lips together lightly, “...then the sooner we get back to the hub...” he raised an eyebrow suggestively, streaming several possibilities into his mind... Ianto flicked through them, selected one and climbed up into the passenger seat, starting a slow seduction in his head... Jack swung into the driver’s seat and put his foot down...

Twenty minutes later they were wrapped around each other, Ianto pressed up against the wall in his golden room, Jack’s lips pressed hard against his as his tongue mapped the contours of Ianto’s mouth. Pulling away to draw breath, Jack nibbled his way down the young man’s neck, sucking the soft skin into his mouth to leave a bruise, sharing the twin sensations of pain and pleasure that shot through the Welshman as they echoed in his own head.

Jack lapped at the hollow of Ianto’s throat before moving back up the other side of his neck to reclaim those gloriously kiss-swollen lips, the young man’s soft moans of pleasure swallowed up as he melted against his Captain to be kissed into oblivion... Jack made love to him slowly, teasing his tender flesh, taking him right to the edge and backing off again until he was completely unravelled, gasping for breath and totally fucking beautiful as he begged for release... Stilling for a moment, Jack gazed into those wonderful blue eyes that were darkened with lust and lost himself in their depths, before moving hard and fast until they exploded in wave after wave of shuddering pleasure...   

They slumped against the wall, limbs trembling, sweat-soaked brows together as they panted, “...breathless enough for you..?” Jack tipped Ianto’s head up to kiss him tenderly, smiling into the kiss at the incoherent reply that was sent... They wrapped their arms around each other, eyes closed, as their heartbeats returned to normal, soft words of love shared in their heads.

Finally, reluctantly, they moved, readjusting clothing before linking hands and returning to the main hub. The rest of the day passed without incident in a haze of paperwork and coffee. Ianto went out to get them some lunch and stock up on groceries, calling in at the flat to drop off their cases and wedding gifts... He unpacked swiftly, thankful that they’d sent most of their clothes to the hotel laundry the day before leaving so there was very little for the wash hamper. He smiled fondly as he hung up the UNIT uniform, sharing the action with Jack who leered at him across the distance.

Another ten minutes was spent in the kitchen, putting away the groceries, before he headed back to the hub, repeating the process all over again, with fresh clothes for himself hung in Jack’s wardrobe and more groceries to be put away in the kitchen. Finally, tasks complete, he picked up the tray with their coffee and sandwiches and made his way to Jack’s office where the mountain of files in the ‘out’ tray now dwarfed those still left to do.

They sat on the sofa in companionable silence and munched their way through sandwiches and slabs of chocolate brownie, washed down with a light and fruity Columbian blend coffee. They rounded lunch off with a highly enjoyable kissing session that ended when His Nids decided that there was in fact a gap between them that he could wriggle into if he tried hard enough and they found themselves with a face-full of tiny dragon, his triumphant purring making them shout with laughter.

Jack went back to his files, the nids once again curled up on his lap whilst Ianto worked his way systematically through the long list of jobs he’s made himself earlier that morning. They stopped briefly for another coffee around four, taking this one outside the Tourist Office for some fresh air as they gazed out over the bay. Jack’s phone rang as they lingered, empty mugs dangling from their hands as they leant into each other... He dug it out of his pocket, the “Captain Jack Harkness...” immediately telling Ianto it was either a number he didn’t recognise or someone from the Government wanting something...

Jack’s face broke into a huge grin and his mind wrapped happily around Ianto’s, “...yeah, thanks Jacqui, he’ll be along shortly...yeah, bye!” He shoved the phone back in his pocket and cupped his hands around the Welshman’s face, kissing him tenderly. “That was Jacqui, the estate agent. The forms are ready for your signature...if you go now, the bungalow’ll be yours today...”

“...ours, cariad...ours...”

“...same thing...love you...” as he captured his lips once more, the kiss deep and lingering, Ianto’s arms sliding round his neck to pull him in closer... It was many minutes before they surfaced, faces flushed and bodies showing definite signs of interest... Jack smoothed the young man’s hair down, threading his fingers through it lovingly before spinning him round and giving him a gentle shove towards the direction of the main shops, “...go..!”

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