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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twos and Blues 23/?

 

chapter 23 )

 


 

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Title: To make you feel my love...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers : s1 & 2
Summary: Ianto thinks about their relationship... Words 1800

Warnings: mentions of canon character death

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, anything you recognise is owned by RTD &BBC – I just get to dabble with them from time to time. I don’t own the song or singer either!
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song of the same name, sung here by Adele

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzmTFBPMhk8

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

AN: This is for Lilferret  Hope it’s what you wanted, hon

 

To make you feel my love...

Ianto paused, remembering...

Two steaming mugs of his Captain’s favourite blend and plates of chewy chocolate brownie balanced on his tray, Ianto made his way from the kitchen to Jack’s office, nudging the door open with his hip, glancing around, surprised to find it empty... Last time he’d looked, Jack had been trawling wearily through the mountain of files in his ‘IN’ tray, which was why Ianto had hastened to brew some coffee to top up the older man’s caffeine levels – when Jack was actually doing his paperwork, a rarity in itself! - he needed frequent encouragement to continue!

“Jack...sir..?” he called down into the open hole in the floor. No reply. Turning to leave, he noted the empty coat stand and comprehension replaced the puzzled look on his face. He dumped the tray on top of the open file on the desk and hurried out of the roller door.

A few minutes later he was stepping out on to the roof of the Millenium Centre, that familiar back view in its usual place as his Captain gazed out over the city. Ianto shivered in the light drizzle, wishing he’d grabbed his jacket on the way out. A heavy sigh floated back on the breeze. Ianto squinted anxiously in the dark, but the silhouette hadn’t moved when the rain is blowin’ in your face....

It had only been a week since Jasmine and the faeries and the rest of the team were still furious at the tragic – and in their opinion, part unnecessary, outcome. Tomorrow...today he corrected himself wryly, 3:00am was well into the new day...was the funeral of Jasmine’s stepdad. Jack would go and watch from a distance, the heavy weight of knowing his actions had destroyed a woman’s life, on his shoulders...the actions he knew were unavoidable despite the team’s refusal to believe that Jasmine’s fate had been sealed the instant she’d become a chosen one...

Ianto watched as the team vented their fury in the days immediately after...”she was an innocent child, Jack...and you just gave her up”...and the whole world is on your case...their outbursts eventually commuting to tight-lipped politeness and a distinctly chilly atmosphere that matched the downturn in the weather. He’d taken to staying later after the others had gone home, providing coffee and sweet treats, wanting so much more...I could offer you a warm embrace...as his heart quietly broke to see his Captain retreating into himself...closing the door they’d opened after Lisa, the tentative reaching out that had begun, now withdrawn...

From his draughty position in the shadows he caught his breath as Jack took a step closer to the edge. “Don’t Jack...please!” the words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, his plan to simply observe and pick up the pieces as required, now blown to pieces.

“Ianto? What the hell are you doing here?” Jack moved away from the precipice and strode towards him, frowning.

“I...shit! I didn’t want you jumping off like...” his voice faltered as he remembered Jack didn’t know he’d seen him go off the edge two days previously.

The frown intensified as Jack processed his words, suddenly melting away to show a glimmer of the Captain he’d fallen so head over heels for and Jack’s huge grin lit up the night sky. “Oh, Ianto...why didn’t you say? That wasn’t me jumping – that was a severe miscalculation in how far I could reach over without losing my balance!” The grin faded a little as he watched the Welshman shivering in his shirtsleeves. “Here...” he reached out to tug him in, wrapping his coat around them both, “you’ll catch your death out here, which would be quite ironic as you’re watching to make sure I don’t catch mine!”

Ianto pressed himself closer, soaking up the welcome heat of Jack’s body combined with heavy 1940’s wool, a tiny smile curving his lips as a soft kiss was planted on his forehead before Jack continued “there’s one of those labels caught on the stone – you know, the ones people put on balloons and then let them go to see how far they’ll travel? It’s just out of reach...” He paused and bent his head, his hot breath on Ianto’s ear sending shivers down the Welshman’s spine, “thank you...for caring...” a tight squeeze of a hug and another gentle kiss, this time on his own chilled lips, and Jack was ushering them off the roof, back to the relative warmth of the hub.

Once the invisible lift had deposited them in the main workspace, Jack laced their fingers together and led them to his office, ignoring the now cold coffee, climbing down the ladder where he stripped them both down to their underwear and wrapped Ianto back into his arms in his tiny bunk. “Sshh...now sleep...” Jack’s lips, warm and tender, pressed briefly on the back of his neck as the Welshman yawned sleepily and sank into the embrace...to make you feel my love...

 The memory faded, to be replaced with another rooftop, another time...under a clear moonlit sky...when the evening shadows and the stars appear... A month had passed since the devastating explosions had rocked Cardiff, the grief that followed the loss of Tosh and Owen still a raw and open wound. Night after night Jack had slid from their bed once he thought Ianto was asleep, making his way to that all too familiar spot on the roof...and there is no-one there to dry your tears...the immortal man attempting to reconcile the pain of losing yet more people he’d loved with the huge decision facing him...

The prospect of watching his beloved Welshman die scared him to his very core, nights of tender loving where they’d whisper promises of eternal togetherness in the heat of passion...I could hold you for a million years...to make you feel my love... Later, in the cold light of day, Jack watched the young man so hard it ached...wanted him so much it burned...turmoil raging in his thoughts...could he let himself love again...love this extraordinary young man who gave so freely of himself and asked for nothing in return... knowing it was too late - he was lost already, Ianto was settled firmly in his heart...

Each evening Ianto would soothe his fears away and they would lose themselves in searing kisses and the feel of hot skin against skin as blissful release took them to the cosmos for delicious moments of oblivion until they held each other, tears streaming silently down their faces and the cycle began anew.  

Today had been particularly trying; weevils, space junk and a new rift refugee all adding to the strain of getting through each day and Jack had finally succumbed to sleep, wrapped tightly in Ianto’s arms...

Gazing down at the man he loved with every fibre of his being, Ianto stroked his fingers gently through Jack’s hair, praying, as he did every night, for at least one more day... “I’ll be with you as long as I can...’till I’m old and grey if I get my way!” he whispered into the darkness, “I know you haven’t made your mind up yet...I know you’ve lost so many people you’ve loved and I’m just a blip in time for you...” He bit his lip, fighting back the emotions as tears filled his eyes, “but I will never do you wrong...

His hand stilled as Jack shifted in his sleep, moving closer. His thoughts flew back to that first weevil in the woods...I’ve known it from the moment that we met...leaning down to press a tender kiss to Jack’s temple, “...no doubt in my mind where you belong...” his arms tightened almost convulsively, “here...in my arms for as long I survive...”

A rolling stream of near disasters hurtled through his head, a mad, mad day with one rift alert after another running them from one side of the city to the other, until pale and weak, he’d collapsed in his Captain’s arms...I’d go hungry...then that time where an enormous weevil had caught him by surprise as he was sedating its mate, sending him tumbling down the stone stairwell, landing dazed and battered in a heap with the creature on top of him, just a fraction of a second between him and death before Jack had put a bullet in the back of its head...I’d go black and blue... Jack had cried that night...

Days later a derelict warehouse explosion had sent him flying twenty feet in the air and he’d struggled on hands and knees, his ears ringing, to Jack’s crumpled, and very dead, body...I’d go crawling down the avenue...knowing he had to be there when Jack revived...to make you feel my love...

Caresses had taken on new meaning, kisses were fiercer, hands held tighter as Ianto’s fragile mortality weighed heavy on their minds...the storms are raging on the rolling sea...both determined to make the most of every moment they had with each other, rueing the wasted time of months passed...and on the highway of regret... Nights were spent entwined in the throes of passion, sharing the bliss of exquisite release that brought them closer than ever, loving with wild abandon...each moment treasured and committed to memory...though winds of change are blowing wild and free...as Jack’s kisses burned his skin and they flew higher...you ain’t seen nothin’ like me yet!

They knew it could never last – what they did was too dangerous... In quiet moments Ianto allowed himself to dream...I could make you happy, make your dreams come true...wondering what it would be like to live a life with Jack away from Torchwood... knowing that whatever the dangers, whatever the risks...nothing that I wouldn’t do... he belonged by Jack’s side until the day he died...go to the ends of the earth for you...to make you feel my love...

Jack’s thumb brushing his palm halted his momentary trip down memory lane. He gazed into Jack’s eyes, love blazing from those blue grey pools and smiled, “through the good times and the bad...” he repeated, “and I promise to treasure every day we have together, as long as I live...I am yours...”

His heart skipped a beat as Jack slid the ring on to his finger, matching the one he’d placed on Jack’s finger minutes earlier... He leant forward to kiss his Captain tenderly as the registrar declared them civil partners...to make you feel my love...

End

 

 

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Title: A day less ordinary
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team, OC
Spoilers – none, set early s2
Summary: An ordinary day gets the Torchwood treatment for one unsuspecting young lady... Words: 4000

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

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

X-posted to jackxianto, Jantolution, jantosparkle, tw_classic, tw_proper – apologies to those getting this more than once...

A/N This is for [livejournal.com profile] snowflakie06  for her winning bid over at the [livejournal.com profile] help_japan auction. Thank you for your generosity to help those whose lives were devastated by the earthquake and subsequent events. Hope you enjoy...

 

A day less ordinary...

Counting her steps and concentrating intently on her breathing, eyes focused on the ground as the therapist issued soothing instructions in her ear, Christine could be forgiven for not noticing the strange group of people and their frantic activity on the path under the trees ahead of her.

Breathe slowly, fifty more...each step is a freedom from the confines of your fear...you are in control of your agoraphobia...you are empowered with every step...”  Driving her hands deep into her trouser pockets, Christine’s world was contained in her ipod as she fought to keep the nervous knots in her stomach under control... “you know you can do this...keep your eyes down...every step brings you closer to controlling your own destiny...” the therapist intoned in her ear...

She had almost reached the magic ‘fifty’ when a loud bang burst through her intense concentration and something warm and sticky landed in her hair... She heard the sound of screaming and only vaguely realised the sound was coming from her own mouth, images of giant spiders and snakes filling her head as the sensation of wet heat attacked her neck...her worst fears and phobias let out of the cage she had fought so hard to contain them in...

Panic overwhelmed her and she felt herself falling, followed by the realisation that strong arms had slowed her fall and she was lowered gently to the ground. She looked up into the most gorgeous blue grey eyes she’d ever seen, under a shock of dark hair and the dazzling smile fit for a movie star...

“Hello...” the man’s American accent filtered through her fading consciousness.

I...who...wh...” her eyes rolled in her head and Christine went limp in his arms.

Jack grimaced and looked up as the team gathered round. Owen knelt down, “...you’re losing your touch, Harkness!” he observed, “they don’t usually pass out on you quite so quickly!” He felt for the young woman’s wrist, nodding when it pulsed strongly under his fingers. “She’s unconscious, but pulse is fine...for now...”

“Did the pod get her? She was directly under it when it blew...”

Owen nodded as he moved Christine’s long brown hair to one side, exposing her neck where the two inch round alien had attached itself just behind her right ear... Its soft velvety surface pulsated as it fed from the soft flesh.

“Shit!” Jack met Owen’s eyes, reading the worry in them, “we need to get her back to the hub before its too late...”

Gwen and Ianto finished clearing the remains of the exploded purple spiked pod as Jack gathered the unconscious woman in his arms and carried her to the SUV to set her gently on the back seat. Owen slid in beside her, giving instructions to Tosh over his comm. unit to set up a level three med bay ready for their return.

As the rest of the team piled in and shut the doors, Jack pulled away, blue lights flashing as he carved up the heavy Cardiff traffic ruthlessly. “Her pulse is thready...we might not make it in time...” Owen looked at Gwen and shook his head.

“We’ll make it...” Jack put his foot down and they hung on as he flung the SUV round corners at impossible speeds until they screeched to a halt in the underground car park. Tosh was waiting with a trolley and portable i/v line, Owen letting out a sigh of relief as the young woman’s pulse evened out once she was on the gurney with the drip attached.

Jack issued instructions as they made their way up to the main hub. “Gwen, see if you can find out who she is, she didn’t have any ID on her so see there’s any clues on her ipod; Tosh, Owen’ll need you to help him...Ianto and I’ll set up a guest quarters for her in one of the cells – not very welcoming, but it’ll have to do...you know we really should sort out something on a more permanent basis...but that’s for another time...okay, kids, let’s get busy...”

He grinned as he found himself talking to empty space, everyone had already started on their assigned tasks. “Jack..?” Ianto sounded in his ear.

“Yeah, what you got?”

“I’m on the lower level, second corridor left past the archives...”

“On my way...”

Ianto was waiting for him at the junction, leading him down the corridor to a door half way along. He opened the door to reveal a roughly furnished room with a camp bed, a battered old armchair, lamp and table.

“When I...” Ianto faltered, “...after...Lisa...when you sent me home and I couldn’t face being on my own...I used to come back here...I felt...” his voice dropped to a whisper, “...I felt safer knowing you were near...” He looked at the floor, avoiding Jack’s penetrating gaze.

“Ianto...look at me...please...”

Slowly the Welshman raised his head to see Jack’s eyes swimming with tears, “...you should’ve told me how you were feeling...I would never have made you leave... I thought you’d want to be as far away from me as you could...after I...”

“...she was already dead Jack, I know that now... Anyway, I thought this might be better than a cell for our guest...”

“What? Yeah, good idea...” Jack was distracted by yet another surprising discovery about this young man he loved so very much...still hadn’t told of course...but he did love him...I’ll tell him once we’ve sorted this latest crisis...I will...

“I’ll sort some fresh bedding out...think we’ve got some ‘girl friendly’ lilac in the stores somewhere... Jack..?”

“Uh, oh, yeah, great...”

Ianto moved back towards the door, only to be tugged gently into his Captain’s arms, his own closing automatically around the older man’s waist as he sank into the embrace. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me...” Jack mumbled into his neck, “I let you down...”

Ianto pulled back just enough to meet Jack’s eyes. “You didn’t...I was the one who hid a partially converted cyberwoman in your basement... I let you down...and you forgave me...gave me a chance to live again...to...” His words were lost as Jack’s lips crashed against his own and they kissed hungrily, tongues sweeping possessively through each other’s mouths until they broke apart, panting softly.

“We should get back upstairs...see how the others are getting on...” Ianto wriggled regretfully out of the warmth of Jack’s arms, a smile curving the corners of his mouth when his Captain carefully entwined their fingers and they walked back up to the main hub. Stopping at the railings to look down into autopsy, they watched as Owen and Tosh worked methodically, scans and monitors attached to various parts of the unconscious young woman.

“She’s stable for now” Owen called up, “but this thing’s integrated itself into her nervous system...” he grimaced and shook his head...

Nodding at the unspoken “I have no idea if we can save her” Jack moved over to Gwen’s workstation as Ianto headed for the kitchen to make some much needed coffee.

“Do we have any idea who she is yet?”

“Her name is Christine and she’s got a varied taste in music – I found soundtracks for several musicals – West Side Story, Les Mis and Miss Saigon to name a few, then there’s a mass of seventies and eighties pop music, some Bond soundtracks and a load of John Barrowman stuff...a real mix! She’s also got an interesting folder of empowering therapy-type tracks – one she was listening to earlier – about overcoming agoraphobia, panic disorder and social anxiety...no wonder she didn’t see us if she was concentrating on that lot!

She has also, very helpfully, put her postcode on her ipod in ultra violet pen...” She fed in the mix of letters and numbers. “Okay, the Jones family – wonder if they’re any relation – they live in Barry, mum, dad and Christine, she’s single, 22, birthday in May, older brother who isn’t listed on the electoral roll so he must have a place elsewhere...”

“Okay, well, that’s a start...see what else you can find out...oh, thanks Ianto!” as he turned to find himself facing the Welshman and a full tray of steaming coffee mugs. Talking his own and Gwen’s from the tray, he raised an eyebrow as Ianto put the tray to one side and stepped to Tosh’s workstation.

“Firstly, no, she’s no relation that I’m aware of...next...just let me...right! She’s a secretary for the local church’s Education programme, working with kids from age six to fourteen, she’s got a tabby cat called Aurora and two parakeets called Marius and Juliette! She likes pink and purple, especially in pastel shades – that decides the bedding then! – and bagels, pizza and Chinese and anything chocolate! Her favourite perfume is Bath and Body Works’ Coconut Lime Verbana...What else would you like to know?”

They gaped at him and he grinned, “Facebook...she’s posted a meme ‘me and my fav things’ Gotta love social networking and technology!” He nodded and stepped away, picking up his tray before heading down to autopsy with the much-needed caffeine fix for Tosh and Owen.

Gwen shook her head ruefully, “I never thought of that...brilliant and so simple..!”

Chuckling, Jack moved to follow his Welshman. ”Can you sort it so her work and family don’t panic and wonder where she is...put her on a course or something...”

“No problem...” Gwen sipped her coffee as she read through the entries on Christine’s Facebook page, smiling at the pictures of her pets and the latest one posted with her smiling in her new glasses...

Down in autopsy, the rest of the team were watching as Owen attempted to bring Christine round. “I’ve given her some muscle relaxants so she’ll be a little woozy, but it’ll help with her social anxiety too so she’s less likely to flip on us...she’s coming round...” as a low moan sounded from his patient and her eyelids began to flicker.

Gradually Christine became aware of her surroundings, the bright blurry images forming into faces looking down at her and she shrank back as her irrational fears pushed to the surface. “It’s okay...you’re among friends here...” it was that American voice again. She blinked and tried to sit up, a hand immediately reaching out to support her and she leant against it gratefully, ‘he smells gorgeous...’ the random thought barely making an impact as she began to focus on where she was.   

The American smiled at her, he really did have a smile to die for, she thought as she gazed round at the other faces; a pale good looking young man in a suit, he had a cute button nose, yet another random thought...a pretty Asian woman with a friendly smile and a rather moody looking skinny man who must be a doctor as he was wearing a white coat and looking at all the monitors. He looked fierce she thought and automatically leant away from him as he approached. He looked a bit startled until the Asian woman murmured in his ear and he grinned a reply – he had quite a nice smile actually...a kinda crooked grin... She looked back at the American man as he squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“You ready for introductions?” smiling that drop-dead gorgeous matinee idol grin of his, “Captain Jack Harkness...this is Ianto Jones - no relation I’m told! That’s Toshiko Sato and this is Dr Owen Harper. Tosh and Owen have been looking after you...” he glanced at the medic who nodded. “Okay, let’s adjourn to the boardroom...fresh coffee Ianto?”

Ianto looked at Christine “Tea or coffee?”

Tosh whispered in her ear, “his coffee’s legendary, you don’t want to miss it!”

Christine grinned, “can I have a vanilla coffee with lots of milk and sugar?”

Ianto smiled, “of course...” he turned and retreated elegantly up the steps, shuddering inwardly at the sacrilege of milk and sugar drowning out his perfect vanilla blend.

Ten minutes later they were sat around the conference table, fresh mugs of coffee and slices of chewy chocolate brownie beside them. Christine had been introduced to Gwen who’d assured her that her family and work thought she was on a residential training course and wouldn’t be worried. She’d promised her a proper tour once they’d decided on a plan of action, and to be honest, she still didn’t really understand why she was here...”all will be explained...” Captain Jack had smiled...

Owen took control of the remote and activated the viewscreen, showing the pictures of the original purple spiked pod caught high up in the tree, then the explosion as it had ripened, sending its passenger falling to the ground where it would have died with nothing to cling to. However, with sheer bad luck Christine had been directly underneath and the Iyssis had latched on immediately...

Christine’s hand flew to her mouth in horror as she realised the pictures were of her...her neck had this thing burrowed in it... Her hand trembled as she reached up to feel, only to be stopped gently by Gwen who squeezed her hand, “best not disturb it...we don’t know what it will do to you if it feels threatened...”

Owen continued, “it’s now attached itself to major blood vessels and nerve endings and is in a semi-latent state...we think its resting before it goes to the next stage of growth...” He looked at Christine. “I’m sorry, but if it does what we think it might, it will kill you so I need to find a way to remove it from your neck before it does that. At the moment we’re working on the theory that if we can inject it with a poison and then give you the antidote in time, it’ll kill the parasite without, hopefully, killing you...”

“No!”

“What?” Owen was taken aback

“No...you can’t kill it...”

“Either I kill it or it’ll kill you...there is no other choice...”

Christine gripped the edge of the table, “is this a deliberate attack on me? Did this thing set out to harm me?”

“well, no...its doing what comes naturally...but its usual hosts are not fragile humans...we don’t have a choice...”

“No...I won’t let you kill it...”

“You want to die? Do you have any idea what it’ll do to you as it grows in the next stage?” Owen was well on the way to volcanic eruption...

“It didn’t choose to be dumped here...I can’t let you kill it...please...” she turned to Gwen, “please help him to see why I have to do this...” she implored, seeing empathy in the other woman’s eyes.

Gwen opened her mouth, only to be silenced with a glare from Jack at the head of the table. He leant forward, “Are you sure you want to risk your own life, because that’s what it comes down to – we’ll look for another way, but if we can’t find one and you won’t let us take any other action you’ll be signing your own death warrant. Why don’t we compromise and we’ll do our utmost to find a better solution and you agree that if all else fails we revert to our original plan...”

The silence was palpable as Christine considered, finally nodding her agreement. “Right, Gwen, you can entertain our guest – give her the tour and maybe a film or something... Ianto’ll sort us all some dinner and finish preparing your room for the night. Tosh, Owen and I will put our heads together and see if we can find the answers...”

Ianto stood up, “Chinese okay for everyone?” smiling in response to the yes’ from around the table. He stacked the mugs and plates on his tray and left the room quietly after resting his hand briefly on his Captain’s shoulder as he passed. Christine watched the two men with interest, their body language just screamed intimacy yet they barely touched... she’d ask Gwen about them...

Gwen’s tour had Christine’s eyes wide behind her glasses – this place was incredible - and when it was concluded with an introduction to Myfanwy via Ianto and some dark chocolate she had to ask if she was dreaming! Gwen had giggled and they’d made their way back to the boardroom for the Chinese takeaway that had arrived. It was a surreal experience that Christine was sure she’d remember forever – sharing a meal with these amazing people in a secret underground base whilst she had an alien sucking on her neck...definitely not an ordinary day!

After dinner and with another mug of Ianto’s utterly amazing coffee, Gwen and Christine went to her room for the night to watch a film – Ianto had produced a wide array of DVDs and she’d chosen an old favourite The Princess Bride... Owen had checked her over and put some sort of cuff on her wrist which he told her would record her vital signs for him. He warned her that she might lose some of the feeling on her right side if the creature began feeding again...”...you’re right handed? You might find you get some pins and needles...let me know... Have fun girls!” He’d grinned and left them to it.

Captain Jack had given her a hug and told her she was being very brave and he would do his very best to find a way to save her and the alien... She’d melted into the hug and swooned – boy did he smell good! She blushed when he waggled his eyebrows at her in a suggestive manner and winked before leaving the table. Ianto had smiled his little smile as he cleared away the remains of their meal before following his Captain down to autopsy.

The film was approaching its climax when Christine felt a strange tingling sensation in her fingers and as she opened her mouth to tell Gwen she was overcome with a rush of heat and she collapsed, her body shuddering violently with uncontrollable spasms...

Gwen had been watching for the signs as Tosh fed her the readings through her comm. unit. The door was flung open to let the gurney in and Christine was lifted carefully onto it. She’d stopped shaking now and had lapsed back in into unconsciousness.

“It’s now or never...” Owen attached the drip as soon as they had her back in autopsy. “Ready..?” he looked at Tosh who nodded and began to feed mercury into the second i/v line on the opposite side of Christine’s neck...

Ianto watched the scanner intently, “...it’s working...the tendrils are retreating from around her heart...obviously it doesn’t like the taste!”

Jack chuckled, despite the tension in the room, “who’d’ve thought that Star Trek would save the day!” He pressed a kiss to the end of Ianto’s nose, “...remind me never to complain again when you watch them – souring the milk was a brilliant idea!”

Ianto grinned briefly, “...almost there now, feelers are just below the surface now...you ready with the tongs?”

 “God, that sounds so sexy when you say it like that...” Jack leered at him, earning himself an emphatic roll of the Welshman’s eyes... However, he stood ready with the long handled tongs preparing to lift the alien from Christine’s neck and move it to the freshly warmed body of a young dead Blowfish that had yet to be autopsied.

Gwen moved aside, letting go of the young woman’s hand, “she was so brave...” she remarked, “seems strange to think of her having all those fears and yet she was willing to give her life for this alien...”

Now!” Ianto ordered as the final strand withdrew from Christine’s flesh. Jack moved quickly as everyone else stepped back and the pulsing alien, now about four inches in diameter, was lifted to the waiting chest of the Blowfish where it settled instantly, fine feelers shooting out to attach itself firmly...

As Owen and Tosh now worked to filter the mercury from Christine’s blood, Jack, Gwen and Ianto carried the Blowfish up the stairs to the waiting trolley and hurried to the SUV, their destination the park where the rift window still shimmered. If they were lucky, they’d get there in time to send the Iyssis back to its mother...

When they returned to the hub an hour later, Owen was sat with his patient who was sleeping peacefully and Tosh was finishing her adjustments to Christine’s ipod. She smiled as Jack approached her workstation. “She’s now been on an intense course at the Harper-Sato institute for extreme anxiety disorders and has various empowering tracks to remind her she is no longer afraid of open spaces, social gatherings, snakes or sharks...”

“What about spiders?” Jack frowned, “you missed off spiders...”

“We’re all afraid of something, Jack...so I left her the spiders...”

She blushed prettily as Jack pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek. “You, Toshiko Sato, are brilliant!”

 Releasing her, he headed to his office where Ianto was hanging up his coat . He drew the young man into his arms and held him close, breathing in the reassuring scent that was just  Ianto. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of his Welshman’s neck.

Sinking into the embrace, Ianto sighed happily as Jack then captured his lips in a sweet and tender kiss that deepened as their tongues danced pleasurably and hands stroked through hair...

Breaking apart gently as they shared warm breath, foreheads resting together, Jack closed his eyes...now he told himself sternly. “Tosh says we’re all afraid of something...” Ianto said nothing, wondering where this was headed. “I know that I’m afraid of losing you...you know I love you...” the words were out before Jack realised and he caught his breath.

Ianto’s smile lit up the room and his eyes sparkled “I love you too, Jack, and I’m not going anywhere...” as he crushed their mouths together in a passionate kiss that had them panting when they eventually came up for air, smiling into each other’s eyes as gentle hands caressed faces and time stood still...

“Oi, put the tea boy down...I need my taxi driver before the retcon wears off..!” Owen’s shout broke into their moment and they grinned at each other.

“Okay, I lied...” Ianto rolled his eyes, “I’m taking a little trip to Barry in my car...you knew I moonlight as a cab driver, right?”

Jack chuckled, “by the time you come back, it’ll be just you and me and I’m going to show you just how much I love you...” He released him reluctantly and watched as the young man helped Owen with their guest. “Bye Christine...” he whispered to the air.

Christine blinked and shook her head, wondering where she was. She looked at her surroundings and realised she was in a car...a taxi...as she didn’t recognise the back of the head of the young man driving...

She met his eyes as he glanced in the rear view mirror. “That’s good timing Miss,” he said in soft Welsh tones, “we’re just coming up to your road now. You nodded off as we left the station...it must have been a very tiring course...”

She frowned...course? Oh, yeah, she was coming home from London...God she was so tired... She stumbled to her front door and lifted her hand to acknowledge the tiny salute the taxi driver gave her before he drove away...

The following afternoon, five people watched from the shadows under the trees as the young woman stood in the middle of the park with her arms spread wide, laughing happily as she spun herself around...free and completely unafraid...

“Job done...let’s go home...” Jack held his hand out to Ianto and they led the team back towards the SUV...

End

 
 


zazajb: (safe in your arms)

Title: Can’t fight this feeling any more...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, mentions of team
Spoilers : Set in Something Borrowed, minor mentions of previous episodes
Summary: Jack and Ianto reflect on how they feel about their relationship... Words 2050

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song of the same name, sung here by REO Speedwagon 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h87uRvRbgU8

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

A/N 1 For [livejournal.com profile] iantosdreamer46  hold on to those dreams... *hugs close*  and [livejournal.com profile] debmommy22 welcome :D
 

I can’t fight this feeling any more...

Ianto stood at the edge of the dance floor, his eyes fixed on the gently swaying couple. They fitted together perfectly as they gazed at each other...he bent his head forward towards her, she spoke, softly no doubt, as he moved closer to hear her and the grip on her hand tightened as he smiled tenderly at her...

Ianto fought back the wave of jealousy that threatened to overwhelm him, biting down so hard on his bottom lip that he tasted the coppery tang of blood. Admit it, he told himself...you love him... That bit was easy – of course he loved Jack...had loved him for a very long time...it was actually saying those three little words and letting the rest of the world see it that scared the shit out of him...

His mind drifted back to the previous evening...after a quiet drink with Rhys he’d returned to the hub...to Jack and Jack’s bed where they’d kissed and writhed their way into the early hours, finally falling asleep sated and wrapped in each other’s arms. A tiny smile curved the corners of his mouth at the memory, fading as he cursed himself for not being able to show how he felt... I can’t fight this feeling any longer, and yet I’m still afraid to let it flow...

He couldn’t imagine a life without Jack...Jack had saved him – saved him from himself after Lisa...he’d believed in him, been there...a gentle touch when the demons of the night had left him screaming, a friendly face around the hub when the team had regarded him as a leper for his betrayal and gradually he’d lost himself to everything that was Jack...what started out as friendship has grown stronger...

He’d had a chance earlier to show Owen what he and Jack were to each other...he grimaced at the recollection of how quickly he’d changed the subject as the medic had interrupted their slightly off topic conversation over his excellent choice of Gwen’s replacement wedding dress...I only wish I had the strength to let it show...

In the quiet of the night, when he was wrapped in Jack’s arms he could admit that he wanted more – he wanted to scream it from the rooftops...stroll through the city centre his hand firmly clasped in his dashing Captain’s for all the world to see...so many times he’d almost blurted it out to Rhi when she’d badgered him for the name of the girl who’d put the sparkle back into his eyes...I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever...

What was it that kept him from publicly claiming his man? Honestly? It wasn’t confusion – not any more, he’d long since accepted that it wasn’t men, it was Jack...only Jack...I say there is no reason for my fear, ‘cause I feel so secure when we’re together...

He knew he’d follow Jack to the end of the universe if he could...Jack had given his life purpose again...a reason for living like he’d never known before...you give my life direction, you make everything so clear... Visions of chasing weevils across the Wetlands Reserve, cornering a Hoix in the bus station and shivering knee-deep in a slime filled pool at midnight as they attempted to capture a basilisk-type creature from the Caelum system...and even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight...

In their world of madness, of aliens, the rift and everything they saw, Jack was his anchor- the one he came home to...you’re a candle in the window on a cold dark winter’s night... He pondered briefly on when he’d actually fallen for his Captain, mentally shrugging when he realised that it was an impossible question...the attraction had been evident from the very beginning - even when it had all been for Lisa - when they’d rolled around on the floor of that grubby warehouse as an unconscious Myfanwy crashed beside them...and then there was the coat...he loved that coat...and I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might...

He came back to his immediate surroundings as he realised his feet had moved and he was heading towards the two dancers...and I can’t fight this feeling any more – I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for... He stopped beside them and coughed deliberately, a newfound confidence bubbling up from the soles of his highly polished shoes, sweeping through him as he turned towards the man he loved with every fibre of his being...it’s time to bring this ship into the shore and throw away the oars forever...

The look on Gwen’s face was priceless as he slipped into Jack’s arms in her place...’cause I can’t fight this feeling any more – I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for... It was time he showed the world what the team knew already – that he’d die for his Captain and nothing would keep him from his side...and if I have to crawl upon the floor...the memory of dragging himself across the damp earth after a bloody battle with two weevils which he’d had to shoot after they’d knocked him down and killed Jack, so he could be there when his Captain revived, cradling his lifeless body in his arms until that moment when he was thrown brutally away from the blackness...come crashing through your door...

His eyes met Jack’s, surprise registering in the blue grey depths and he tried to convey the tumultuous thought processes that had finally pushed him to risk his all...baby, I can’t fight this feeling any more... He’d felt a momentary flicker of fear as Gwen moved away to rejoin her husband and he was left...exposed...what if..? Then Jack had tugged him closer and he’d breathed in that intoxicating aroma that was just Jack and everyone else had faded away...it was just him...and Jack and those impossible daydreams that this could ever possibly work...

But he was dancing with him now...and that’s all that mattered...

*x*x*x*x*x*x*x*x*x*x*x*

He was dancing with Gwen, gazing at her fondly, his lovely Gwen happily married after a complete nightmare day – a typical Torchwood-does-weddings kind of day with razor-toothed aliens, terror and big guns...but that was the beauty of these people...they didn’t give up...and Gwen had shone like a radiant star as she’d battled through adversity, refusing to let anything stop her from marrying the man she loved...and he adored her for that...

“Will you miss me while I’m gone?”

“...always...” I need you Gwen Williams, you keep me grounded, in this time, in this place

“What will you do?”

“The usual: pizza, Ianto, save the world a couple of times...” His mind filled with images...Ianto laughing as I feed him pizza, Ianto wrapped in my arms as I kiss him hard, Ianto beside me anywhere I go...and a warmth spread through him at the thoughts of his gorgeous Welshman, his heart missing a beat as he looked up to see the young man stood in front of him, waiting to cut in...to dance with the bride...

Delighted surprise rippled through him as Ianto moved into the space vacated when Gwen had turned towards her new dance partner, only to find herself reaching towards empty air... Glancing at them with a broad grin she glided across the floor to rejoin her husband, the assembled group smiling fondly at the two men...

Jack’s eyes met Ianto’s clear blue depths, seeing the hidden insecurities lurking beneath the bold determination to show the love he felt for his Captain...Jack’s stomach flipped several times as he realised with a start that it was love...he loved this man... His mind ran at nine hundred miles an hour as he tugged the young man closer, feeling him melt into the embrace, and they swayed softly in time with the music. The room and everyone else faded into the distance – it was just him and his gorgeous, beautiful, wonderful Welshman...

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you...he hitched his breath as he recalled meeting Ianto in the woods – his bravery as he helped him fight off a blood-crazed weevil in those figure-hugging jeans...followed by their meeting outside the Tourist Information – that coffee had blown his mind, but he’d resisted...for now... After their encounter in that grubby warehouse as they’d rolled around the floor with an unconscious pteranodon crashed beside them, he’d known there was something special about this young man – besides the undoubted sex appeal and the way he looked in a suit...I’ve been running around in circles in my mind...

Even after Lisa, when the depth of his betrayal had been evident, there was still something about him...something that he couldn’t explain to himself, let alone to the others, that kept him from administering a stiff dose of retcon and dumping him miles from Cardiff...this one was worth a second chance...and it always seems that I’m following you... Ianto had proceeded to show him unwavering loyalty and hidden depths as they’d tentatively explored the beginnings of their relationship, quietly dismantling all of Jack’s barriers that had kept his heart firmly locked away...’cause you take me to the places that alone I’d never find...

Ianto became his anchor...no matter where the storm threw him, no matter how fierce the battles, Ianto protected him with his unwavering love and support...with Ianto he could be himself...just Jack...and in his arms he found complete acceptance and a peace he hadn’t known existed...and even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight - you’re a candle in the window on a cold dark winter’s night... Little by little he fell in love...and I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might...

How come he never realised before this moment? Looking back it all seemed so obvious... He tightened his hold on the warm body in his arms and inhaled the unique scent that was just Ianto...and I can’t fight this feeling any more...all of his fears seemed to melt away when he had Ianto in his arms...I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for...

He knew one day he’d have to let him go, knew his heart would break into a million pieces...too soon...he wanted to keep him by his side forever...but he needed to make the most of every second until then...it’s time to bring this ship into the shore and throw away the oars forever...

His lips brushed the side of Ianto’s neck as he lost himself in the warmth of their embrace, fingers curling around the younger man’s...’cause I can’t fight this feeling any more – I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for... Another wave of memories crashed through his brain...realising how close he’d come to losing him...and if I have to crawl upon the floor...scrabbling over to Ianto’s crumpled body where he’d landed after Lisa had flung him across the hub, kissing him back to life – the relief when those soft and sensual lips had begun to kiss him back... Then there was that time during his suspension when Ianto had refused to answer his phone...he’d been so fragile, so emotionally vulnerable and Jack had feared the worst, jumping into the SUV to check...come crashing through your door...to find a bemused, very wet - very naked - Welshman in the shower wondering why his front door was hanging off its hinges...

Jack smiled into Ianto’s hair, baby I can’t fight this feeling any more... He pulled back just enough to gaze into his eyes, whispering those words he’d put off saying for so long before capturing his lips in a searing kiss... Resisting for a split second, the Welshman melted into Jack’s embrace, relishing the warmth of his lips against his own, his soft moan lost as their tongues danced sensuously and he wrapped his arms tighter around the man he adored, pulling him closer...

Breaking apart, long, sweet minutes later, Ianto smiled tenderly as he threaded his hand gently through Jack’s hair, “...love you too...” before surrendering once more to the pleasures of Jack’s mouth as he was kissed into oblivion...’cause I can’t fight this feeling any more...

End

 


zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

Title: Unexpected Song
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers : TTLM s2
Summary: Jack realises what Ianto means to him... Words 1100

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
A/N Inspired by the beautiful song of the same name sung here by Michael Ball [loads of versions to choose from but I wanted a male voice...]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxXmpNM7FNk&feature=fvst

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

A/N1 This crashed into my head when I was writing this week’s challenge and my romantic bunnies demanded that it was pinned to the keyboard...

For [livejournal.com profile] crimsonkildare  - Happy Birthday sweetheart xxx

 

Unexpected song

It had been a very long and trying day. Tosh had taken Tommy home...it was obvious what would be happening there...they’d formed a close bond and it was inevitable that Tosh would have her heart broken by the brave young soldier so far out of his own time...

Jack sat at his desk, absently shuffling through Tommy’s file, thinking of all the things that could go wrong, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders...sometimes it could be so lonely, so difficult to make the tough decisions knowing that it would cause someone else pain and suffering...

His heartbeat quickened at the familiar and reassuring sound of quiet measured steps as they approached up the stairs...

”...this time tomorrow he’ll be back in 1918...” Jack sighed imperceptibly as Ianto entered the room.

“...in his own time...would you go back to yours...if you could..?”

The question took him by surprise and flustered, wrong-footed, his response came out all wrong...sounding flippant...uncaring... ”...why – would you miss me?” With a jolt like a bolt of lightening, Jack suddenly realised that uncaring was the total opposite of how he felt...he did care...very much... The realisation sent shivers of fear down his spine as he grappled with the word...the L word...he didn’t do that...not any more...not for so very long now... He hitched his breath as he found the barriers that had kept his heart safely locked away had gone...melted away by the gentle touch of this gorgeous Welshman...

As his brain raced at nine hundred miles an hour and his stomach was invaded by clouds of light winged fluttering creatures, Jack dragged himself back to the present,  Ianto’s simple and emphatic “Yep!” and tiny smile sending a warmth coursing through his body and the fluttering creatures into aerial acrobatics... I have never felt like this...for once I’m lost for words...your smile has really thrown me...

He chose carefully...hopefully... “I left home a long time ago...don’t know where I really belong...maybe that doesn’t matter anymore..?” this is not like me at all... His heart pounded wildly in his chest as Ianto perched on the edge of his desk, looking down at him...thoughtfully, considering...

“I...er...don’t you get lonely..?” 

Jack’s synapses went into simultaneous meltdown and explosions of fireworks...no...not any more...now I have you... It was like he was seeing clearly for the first time – nothing was quite so daunting with his Welshman by his side...the man he...he...loved...themanheloved...

“Going home wouldn’t fix that...” It wouldn’t...he knew that now...I never thought I’d know, the kind of love you’ve shown me... “Being here, I’ve seen things I never dreamt I’d see...loved people I never would’ve known if I’d just stayed where I was...” He looked up into those crystal blue eyes that blazed with love and lost himself in their depths... Now, no matter where I am...no matter what I do... 

His head was filled with images...Ianto in the Tourist Office, his face alight as he enthused about their city...outside in the sunshine, leaning on the railings as they gazed out over the bay...his rapturous expression as he inhaled the aroma of that first coffee of the day - that special time with just the two of them alone in the hub before anyone else arrived...I see your face appearing...like an unexpected song...

The images rocketed through his head thick and fast... Ianto’s hands trailing down Jack’s body, that look as their eyes met – soft. warm and full of unconditional love, ...an unexpected song...that only we are hearing...those immaculate suits, the way he came undone as Jack kissed his way down his body and how he could reduce Jack to a quivering jelly with a look, a touch or a word...

I don’t know what’s going on – can’t work it out at all... how Ianto’s the first thing he thinks of in the morning and the last thing when he closes his eyes at night, wrapped around that warm and fragrant body, whatever made you choose me..? Jack’s heart missed a beat and his body trembled as he attempted to convey his emotions without words...I just can’t believe my eyes...you look at me as though you couldn’t bear to lose me...

It was the realisation that the sun was brighter when Ianto was there and the world had a vibrancy that was diminished when he wasn’t and the air was somehow thinner...  Now, no matter where I am...no matter what I do... Ianto in those jeans that first meeting in the woods over the inert body of a weevil, Ianto on top of him in that warehouse, I see your face appearing...

Ianto bringing him coffee, their fingers brushing as the mug changed ownership, Ianto’s face as he smiled that beautiful little smile so the corners of his mouth turned up...that gorgeous and sensual mouth that just begged to be kissed, like an unexpected song...Ianto holding him tenderly, reassuringly, when Jack gasps back to life...the agony muted by the comforting presence of this oh so perfect young Welshman, Ianto pressed up against him as he’s kissed into oblivion, Ianto’s limbs entangled with his own as their breathing slows...the afterglow radiating through them...satisfying...warm...I don’t ever want to be without him...an unexpected song...that only we are hearing...

Jack took a breath... “...and I wouldn’t change that for the world...” like an unexpected song...
His heart beat erratically and his senses swam as Ianto crushed their mouths together and tenderly stroked his neck... Jack’s hands moved to caress the young man’s shoulder, then his face, as he returned the kiss, desperately, pouring the love and passion he couldn’t voice into the embrace...an unexpected song...

They broke apart, panting hard... Neither spoke as Jack took Ianto’s hand and led him down to his cubbyhole where he undressed him slowly, caressing his body softly, lovingly, feather-light touches of silken skin leaving them quivering from heightened senses...every kiss laden with the weight of the words neither could get out... They made love tenderly, trembling hands exploring as if it was that first time all over again...both aware that the rules had changed...the game had moved on and they were powerless to stop it...that only we are hearing...


End

 


zazajb: (happy new year)

Title: The perfect year?
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers : Set early S2, but no real spoilers
Summary: Jack and Ianto’s New Year’s Eve...  Another song!fic - sorry seem to be bombarding you with them lately!Words 1700


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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
A/N Inspired by the gorgeous song of the same name, sung here by the awesome John Barrowman...one of my all-time favourites and the song I chose for Jack and Ianto in ‘No Place to Hide’ and ‘Lost Inside of You’  Umm, I’m just a hopeless old romantic!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USOHlM_C7vk&feature=related

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

A/N1 A very Happy New Year to all – may you live, love and laugh as never before and I thank you for enriching my life *toasts you all* xxx

 

The Perfect Year

“Was it such a brilliant idea to give everyone else the night off?” Ianto panted as he trailed after Jack’s billowing coat tails, this, their third weevil alert in two hours...sometimes it was like they knew there were going to be an excess of people out on the streets...

Jack slowed, breath causing miniature clouds in the chill air as he waved the Welshman cautiously to the left of an industrial skip, indicating that he would approach from the other side... Spray held at the ready, the two men moved slowly towards the muffled scuffling sounds just out of their line of sight... The weevil turned towards Ianto as he inched forward, the creature snarling as it prepared to charge. Ianto tensed, his muscles taut, heart rate elevated and he steeled himself for the attack, just as Jack crept up on it from behind and plunged the needle into its neck, the creature crashing to the floor as the sedative took effect.

Efficiently cuffing hands and slipping a hood over its head, Ianto glanced up to meet the gaze of his charismatic Captain, smiling softly at the fondness radiating out of those blue grey depths as they watched him at work. Together they heaved the giant brute of a weevil off the alley floor and dragged it back to the SUV where it was bundled into the boot. Jack glanced at his watch, “...five to twelve...shit!”  cursing with feeling, drawing an amused raised eyebrow from the Welshman.

“I was hoping we’d be back in time...” he reached out and tugged Ianto towards him, wrapping him into his arms to kiss him gently. “I sent everyone home in the hope we’d actually get some time to celebrate new year by ourselves...should’ve known better...” he sighed wearily, burying his face into the young man’s neck as the reassuring scent of everything Ianto flooded his senses...

Ianto smiled softly and tipped his Captain’s chin up so he could look into his eyes, “...look around you, cariad...” as he captured his lips tenderly, “no-one here but us...”

Jack chuckled ruefully and sank into the embrace just as the bells began to toll at midnight ring out the old, bring in the new...a midnight wish to share with you... his hands moving to stroke one through his Welshman’s hair while the other rested in the small of his back as he pressed their bodies closer together, their kiss deepening as tongues sought each other to slow dance first in one mouth, then the other... your lips are warm, my head is light...were we alive, before tonight...

Ianto’s soft moan was lost as he was kissed into oblivion...the dingy alley faded from existence...it was just them in their own little world... I don’t need a crowded ballroom, everything I want is here...  and for a brief moment he allowed himself to believe that this thing he had with Jack could actually work... if you’re with me, next year will be...the perfect year...

They came up for air and gazed into each other’s eyes, both aware that without them knowing or planning it, somehow this damp and lonely alley had found them on the edge of something new...something deeper...a relationship beyond where they currently were...

Jack met Ianto’s gaze and caught his breath at the depth of love blazing out of them... His heart beat faster in his chest and his stomach was invaded by a hundred light-winged butterflies...his final barriers were falling – his heart screamed yes...his head – his fear – still wondered... before we play some dangerous game...before we fan some harmless flame... could he allow himself to love this man, knowing he could never bear to lose him...knowing it would break him when he died... I have to ask if this is wise...and if the game is worth the prize... He crushed his lips to Ianto’s, pouring every emotion into the kiss as he revelled in the feel of them soft and sensual against his own... yesyesyes ...

Ianto lost himself to the sensations of Jack’s mouth against his...the intoxicating aroma that was just Jack transporting him to a plane of bliss that was not of this earth...with this wine and with this music...how can anything be clear... His hands raked over Jack’s body, fumbling under his coat to press as close as could...knowing that he was lost – no matter what happened he knew he loved this man with every essence of his being...let’s wait and see, it may just be...a perfect year...

They broke apart, panting heavily, twin arousal straining against the restrictions of their clothing, “I really did come back for you...” Jack breathed against Ianto’s ear, his voice heavy with want... we don’t need a crowded ballroom, everything we want is here... “I turned the Doctor down because I realised that the one I want is you...only you...if you’re with me, next year will be...a perfect year... “...if you’ll have me...” suddenly hesitant...uncertain...

Cupping Jack’s face, Ianto stared into his eyes and smiled softly, pressing his mouth lightly against his Captain’s, soothing the anxious look away with every brush of his lips...

Jack let out a huge breath and wrapped the Welshman into a tight hug... no need to hear the music play – your eyes say all there is to say...

“Why don’t you take me back to the hub and show me what you want...” Ianto’s eyes sparkled invitingly. Jack groaned as a wave of desire washed over him and settled in his groin...the stars can fade, and they can shine...long as your face is next to mine...

They climbed back into the SUV and headed back towards the hub as the sky lit up with flash after flash of brightly coloured fireworks - Cardiff was celebrating the start of a new year. Jack reached across to squeeze Ianto’s hand...he was right where he wanted to be...we don’t need a crowded ballroom...everything we need is here...by his Welshman’s side...if you’re with me, next year will be...the perfect year...

Jack screeched to a halt in the underground car park, killed the engine and reached across to grab a handful of black wool coat before hauling Ianto into a fierce knee-melting kiss that had the young man seeing stars...winding his arms around his Captain’s neck as he surrendered to the wondrous sensations of Jack’s mouth plundering his own...

Many long, enjoyable minutes later they surfaced for air, foreheads resting together as they recharged their lungs. Regretfully, Ianto wriggled out of Jack’s arms and slid out of the car, opening the boot to drag the unconscious weevil towards the cells. Jack hurried to help – the sooner they dumped the weevil, the sooner he could whisk his Welshman away to the celebration he’d planned...he reasoned that late was better than never..!

With their new guest tucked safely in a cell, Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand and pulled him up towards the main hub, leading him to the kitchen where he pressed the young man up against the wall and kissed him senseless, leaving him breathless and trembling when he was finally released... “...we need coffee to go...” Jack whispered into his ear as Ianto leant against him while he regained the use of his legs...

Nodding, his eyes somewhat glazed from the intensity of Jack’s kisses, Ianto quickly made two full travel mugs before their fingers were entwined and he was led from the hub. Five minutes later Jack was pulling him towards the centre of the roof of the Millennium Centre where there was a blanket set out with a picnic hamper at the side... Ianto stopped, his mouth dropping open...this was so unexpected and the realisation that Jack had planned this for him sent a rush of warmth spreading through him...

He looked into Jack’s eyes, drowning in the emotion that radiated from those blue grey pools, the older man holding his hand out, “...dance with me..?” adding a soft, “...please...” when Ianto hesitated.

Smiling shyly, he stepped closer to be folded into his Captain’s arms and they did a slow waltz, the music in their heads...it’s New Year’s Eve and hopes are high...dance one year in, kiss one goodbye... “I wanted to dance with the fireworks overhead...wanted it to be magical for you...” another chance, another start...so many dreams to tease the heart...

“It is magical, cariad...just being here...with you...” we don’t need a crowded ballroom, everything we need is here... as he pulled Jack closer to capture his lips in a searing kiss that grew rapidly more heated as tongues tangled deliciously, teeth clashed and hands raked searchingly under coats, seeking out skin to skin contact... Without breaking their wild kiss, they staggered back towards the blanket, sinking down until they were side by side, limbs entwined as passion grew under the starlit sky...

Gasping, they broke off for air, “...happy new year...” breathed Jack as he reclaimed those pink and kiss swollen lips...and face to face, we will embrace...the perfect year...

End

 

 

 

 


zazajb: (Default)

Title: A Mars a day......
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set mid TW S2
Summary: A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play... Words 890

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: Theme – Work, rest and play, her words for me: ticket, exit, steak ‘Where’s the nearest petrol station around here?’

A/N 1 This is for [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted   *super-charged hugs* Thinking of you and wishing I wasn't so far away... xxx

A Mars a day...

“Jack, you’re such a pig sometimes!” Ianto’s tone was a mix of gentle annoyance and fond amusement.

“M’hungry...” Jack mumbled around the ninety percent of a king sized Mars bar now crammed into his mouth, the Mars bar that he’d snatched from the counter of the refreshments kiosk on the platform at Cardiff Central station as they’d chased a lone Weevil towards the exit, catching the snarling alien just before it devoured the ticket inspector on the south platform...

The next hour was spent dispensing retcon-laced tea to the witnesses before they’d been re-directed to the shopping centre for a Hoix in Debenhams’ basement, then there was a crashed Refluutan freighter on the Wetlands Reserve that had the entire team scattered across the marsh rounding up what looked like small purple sheep, although these had six legs and short tufted wings...

“That way...quick..!” Ianto slid to a stop, cursing in very expressive Welsh at yet another pair of expensive shoes ruined in the line of duty, before turning in a neat pirouette to charge in the opposite direction as the sheep-thing evaded his clutching hand yet again and he landed on his knees in the slimy mud. Panting hard he resumed an upright stance and wiped his hands down his mud spattered trousers before gamefully giving chase once again...

Jack grinned as he closed in from the opposite side and drove their prey straight into his Welshman’s waiting arms. Ianto heaved a sigh of relief as the creature immediately assumed its instinctive defence posture and froze its movements. His arms closed around it and he began the long squelching trek back to the impromptu pen they’d made.

“Hey...wait for me!” Jack broke into a sprint to catch up, his boots giving him a much surer – and drier – footing... He draped an arm around the young man’s shoulder, tugging him to a stop, before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his lips, smiling into the embrace as Ianto sighed softly and leant back against him, deepening the kiss as he opened his mouth to let their tongues engage in an enjoyable slow dance...

Breaking apart gently, lips just millimetres apart as they shared warm breath, Jack rubbed their noses together affectionately, “...you know you look so adorable when you’re covered in mud..!” He chuckled softly at the frown that crossed Ianto’s face as he contemplated the ruinous effects on his usually pristine attire. “I’ll take you shopping...I promise we’ll get you some new suits...” He dropped a light kiss to the end of that cute button nose, “...now, give me that thing and let’s see how the others are getting on...”

They made their way across to the pen where Tosh was minding the mass of creatures alongside one of the scrawny metallic-clad Refluutans. There was no sign of Gwen or Owen. Jack added the creature to the pen and turned to Tosh. “How’re we doing?”

“Just one more and then that’s them all – Gwen took our resident sheepdog after that one – Owen’s been surprisingly good at rounding these things up! I’ve worked out what the Reflluutans were saying and they’ve done the earth equivalent of blowing a gasket! They’ve managed to make some repairs but they need to replace the lubricant in the third engine...the closest we’ve got on this planet is the super-plus unleaded petrol...”

Jack turned slowly and met the raised eyebrow of his Welshman. Ianto planted his hands firmly on his hips, a hint of a smile curving his lips, “...new suits...shirts...shoes..?”

“Yes...all of those...and a steak dinner...with wine and romance...” Jack grinned hopefully.

Ianto pondered...well actually he knew already, but he didn’t want to be seen as a pushover! “Hmmn, tempting...really tempting...” He met Jack’s gaze, the light in those blue grey eyes dancing, full of promise...before turning back to Tosh with a sigh, “...ok, where’s the nearest petrol station from here?”

Jack beamed at him, “we’ll get everything else ready here, assuming Gwen and Owen ever return!” He tugged Ianto into his arms and kissed him hard, finally releasing him breathless and weak-knee’d... “...oh, and I got this for you too...” he pulled out another Mars bar, “...you know what the advert says ‘...a Mars a day helps you work, rest and play...’ This is the work...you can rest in the SUV on the way back and you’re going to need your energy for the play later...” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively...

Ianto grinned and tore into the packet as he turned and headed across the marsh to the garage some two miles away for the urgently needed petrol, his mind drifting towards thoughts of the coming evening’s play... He chuckled and took a huge bite...

End

 

 

 


zazajb: (Owen put the tea boy down)

Title: One regret...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   Jack attempts ‘deep and meaningful’ and Ianto attempts to understand him... Words 2000

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Regrets; bridge, tagged, security ‘When you’re not here my world falls apart’

 

One regret...

Jack vaulted the security barrier, shouting for Gwen and Ianto to cut round to the left, effectively blocking off its escape route. Panting hard he drew his Webley and aimed it at the young Blowfish, “Give it up...nowhere left to run..!” He grinned as Gwen and Ianto moved in closer, their own weapons drawn, the Welshman cuffing the no longer smirking alien before handing over to Gwen who shoved the creature back towards the SUV.

Jack holstered his gun and moved towards Ianto, reaching out and hauling him in for a passionate kiss. Ianto resisted for a fraction of a second before giving in to the intoxicating power of fifty-first century pheromones and melting into the embrace, sliding one hand under his Captain’s coat, the other reaching up to rake through his hair as he was kissed senseless...

The smattering of applause more than drowned out any disapproving tutting and knowing they had an audience deepened the rosy hue of the young man’s cheeks when they came up for air, Ianto leaning heavily on the older man as his knees no longer had the strength to hold him – a regular side effect to Jack’s highly impressive kisses...

“Enjoy that, Jones, Ianto Jones..?” Jack breathed in his ear as he held him close.

“Oh, yeah! And the reason you’ve been snogging me in broad daylight...in the middle of the weekly market is..?”

“Well who’s gonna remember seeing a red Blowfish in town when they’ve been watching two such hot guys... “

“So we’re the diversion then...nice, Jack...very nice..!” Eyebrows arched expressively...

Jack spluttered incoherently, his mouth opening and closing whilst his brain searched for a way out that wouldn’t upset his Welshman any further... He was saved from his goldfish [no relation to their alien!] impersonation as his mouth was claimed in a soft and gentle kiss and he realised belatedly that Ianto had been teasing him...he smiled fondly into the kiss and hugged him tighter. They broke apart regretfully and entwined their hands before walking purposefully towards the side street where they’d left the SUV, where Gwen was waiting somewhat impatiently with their captive...

Sliding into the driver’s seat Jack couldn’t help grinning widely at Ianto’s mussed hair and pink, kiss swollen lips...he looked adorable and Jack was rather keen to get him back to the hub and somewhere a little more private for some alone time... Catching Ianto’s eye he winked and chuckled as the young man flushed, no doubt knowing exactly what his dashing Captain had in mind!

After a few short minutes of Jack’s extremely exuberant driving they were pulling into the underground car park. Jack and Gwen headed up to the main hub whilst Ianto took care of their guest, seeing him to a cell until Tosh could find a suitable bit of rift activity to send him on his way after a light dose of retcon to remove the memory of his visit and to plant the idea that earth was one to avoid...

A quick round of coffees later and Jack was desperate to get Ianto to himself. It’d been different since he’d been back from his time with the Doctor...Ianto had managed to both move on and stay true to himself – a contradiction that Jack wrestled with frequently, often on a rooftop as Ianto slept in Jack’s tiny bed after some satisfying loving...he smiled softly at the word... More and more he was using words that implied deep feelings and emotional attachment and he wasn’t running from them...not any more...he could admit to himself that he loved this man – he still hadn’t managed to say it out loud yet, but...

Sir..!

“Uh?“ Jack jumped as the object of his deep and meaningful musings leant in the doorway...he looked edible and once more the stirrings below waist level reminded him of his desire to get the young man alone...

“I said, I’m going out on a supply run – is there anything you need me to get you?” A tiny smile curved the corners of that delicious mouth and Jack felt a burning need to crush his own mouth down on those perfect lips...

“Right, yeah, come in a minute...” He met Ianto half way between his desk and the door and tugged the Welshman into his arms, capturing his lips tenderly...a gentle moan escaping at the feel of them soft and responsive against his own... Ianto’s arms wrapped around him and they melted against each other as the kiss deepened, tongues slow dancing as desire burned in their bellies and twin arousal strained at the restriction of their clothing... They surfaced briefly for air and sank straight back into hot, open mouthed kisses, hands raking over clothing, passions rising... It was just them, right here, right now...

“Fuck Jack, do you have to! Put the tea boy down!”

They leapt apart as Owen marched into the office, Ianto’s blush making him look even more adorable as he attempted to smooth down his hair...

“You could knock..?” Jack suggested mildly, pulling Ianto back into his arms and squeezing lightly.

“I could...” Owen agreed, “...but it won’t stop you snogging the tea boy so what’s the point! Besides, the girls like to watch so it’d spoil their fun..!”

Jack’s megawatt grin lit up the room and Ianto’s blush deepened as Gwen and Tosh waved from just outside the door. “We’re gonna start charging at this rate..! Ok, Owen, what did you want us for...other than to interrupt our fun?”

“I’ve finished sorting out the Patchulaas – they’re all tagged, I’ve explained that we’ll be able to keep an eye on them if someone tries to break the rules and take them home and they understand that it’s expected for them to get caught now and again – I’ve shown them fishing hooks and whilst they’re not over-keen, they understand why - they won't hook in their toughened hide anyway so they'll fake it - and they’re happy to go into the fishing lake rather than the SeaLife Centre... They just need delivering to the lake...”

“Perfect timing...” Ianto’s declaration drew raised eyebrows from both men. “We were just planning a supply run so we could do that at the same time...eh Jack? It’ll only take an hour...or so...”

“Yeah, perfect timing..!” Jack agreed, his lower body squirming at the thoughts he knew were running through the young man’s mind... “We’ll be down in a minute to collect them...”

He grinned as the acerbic medic left the office and leant in for another kiss, pausing millimetres from those luscious lips at the sound of giggles from the open doorway... He diverted his mouth to whisper into Ianto’s ear, “...shall we give them something to watch..?”

Ianto rolled his eyes and grabbed his Captain’s head, crushing their lips together in a wildly passionate kiss that had lead kisser changing every few seconds as they battled for dominance and they staggered backwards until they bumped into the desk, Jack gradually winning the heated battle as he bent his Welshman back until he was laid out on top of the files, his hands tangled in Jack’s hair as he was kissed into oblivion... Both men had completely forgotten their audience who were now watching with bated breath and wide eyes...

Finally breaking apart, gasping for air, they smiled softly into each other’s eyes, smiles breaking into wide grins as Owen hollered up from autopsy... “Put the bloody tea boy down and come set these poor critters free..!”

Chuckling, Jack hauled Ianto off the desk before the Welshman helped his Captain into his coat and they skipped past the two giggling ladies and down to autopsy to collect the seven silvery-pink shimmering fish-like Patchulaas that’d found themselves marooned on earth after their ship had disintegrated in the atmosphere... They’d be fine in the fishing lake as they’d be protected... Carrying the tank carefully they headed for the SUV...

On the drive down to the lake they drew up their plans – Ianto would drop Jack off at the lake where he would release the Patchulaas, Ianto would then go and pick up the supply order he’d already emailed through and then they’d have about an hour and a half to themselves...world crises and rift permitting of course!

The tank and the Captain were landed in a heavily wooded area round the far side of the lake, well away from the regular patrons of the famous fishing facility. A swift brush of lips and Ianto was gone, next stop Costco and time for a brief chat with Marion, the delightful lady who always made sure his order was ready, often at short notice...

Barely twenty minutes later and Ianto was back, leaning on the bridge as he watched his lover in the distance, that distinctive coat billowing in the stiff breeze as he carefully released the attractive, sentient fish-like aliens. Reaching into his pocket, Ianto pulled out his journal and began writing, describing the events of the day in detail as was his habit...

Lost in his writing, with the warmth of the sun on his back, he didn’t hear Jack approaching until warm arms slid around his waist and a chin nestled into his shoulder... “Hey, all done! What’re you writing..?”

“My journal...”

“Am I in there..?”

“You know you are...every page Jack!”

“Why?”

“Why are you on every page or why do I keep a journal?”

“Both, I suppose...” Jack nuzzled into the young man’s neck, the barely-there touch sending shivers down his spine.

“I write as a way to organise my thoughts...to keep my memories intact for when I go gaga – if I live that long – and so I’ll still have part of you when you decide to go travelling again...” he kept his tone light but there was no doubting the undercurrent in those few words...

Jack tensed and turned Ianto round to face him. “I’m not going anywhere...not again...and not without you...I really did come back for you...” his voice broke and he gazed anxiously into the Welshman’s clear blue eyes.

Ianto sighed. “I hope so Jack because when you’re not here my world falls apart and I don’t think I could go through all that again...you are my world...” He looked away, biting his lip hesitantly, afraid that he’d said too much, been too needy...

Gentle fingers tipped his chin up and he steeled himself before meeting Jack’s eyes, gasping at the depth of emotion blazing out of those blue grey pools... “I love you, Ianto Jones...I have loved you for a long time...I just never let myself say it...”

Ianto’s mouth dropped open and he did his own impression of a goldfish – what was it with fishy things today? He’d always hoped, but he never dreamt he’d ever hear those words from his handsome Captain...he gazed at him dumbfounded...

“Ianto...sweetheart...say something...” Jack sounded anxious

Hugging Jack tightly, Ianto breathed into his ear, “...can you say it again...just so I know I’m not hearing things...”

I love you, I love you, I love you...from one end of the universe to the other!” Each declaration was punctuated with a gentle press of lips and the older man smiled softly as a huge smile lit up Ianto’s pale face, his eyes sparkling like diamonds and he crushed their mouths together mumbling “Love you too...” over and over into the kiss, pressing their bodies together as close as clothing allowed.

When they finally pulled apart to force much needed oxygen back into their lungs, their foreheads resting together... Jack stroked his fingers lovingly through the young man’s hair, “...y’know my one regret...of everything I’ve ever done..?” He didn’t wait for an answer, instead, moving one hand to cup Ianto’s face and brushing their lips together softly, “I should’ve told you a hell of a lot sooner...’cause you’re my world too...

End


zazajb: (Ianto shirtsleeves)

Title: Where I want to be
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, mention of Owen & Gwen
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: Jack is alone in the hub, waiting for Ianto to come home.  Words: 2100

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: This week’s theme – Homecoming, her words for me: union, box, enterprise ‘That was the greatest!’

 

Where I want to be

Ianto tugged the box towards him and peered at the label, Welsh Tourist Board emblazoned across the top. He frowned...he wasn’t expecting any supplies... A gentle smile chased the frown away as warm arms slid around his waist from behind and his senses were flooded with the intoxicating aroma of his Captain as Jack’s chin nestled into the crook of his shoulder...

“What is it?”

“I haven’t opened it yet!”

“Get on with it..!”

Ianto chuckled...Jack was such a kid sometimes - and an impatient one at that! He ran a knife down the parcel tape seam, pulling the flaps open as they both gazed at the contents. They were nothing unusual, just a little unexpected...

Ianto pulled out the sheet of paper on the top and held it up CONGRATULATIONS – You have been nominated for Welsh Tourist Board Advisor of the Year

 “Jack? Is this anything to do with you..?” as he felt the older man tense...

“Er...yeah...” his arms tightened around the Welshman’s waist as he whispered in his ear “...are you cross..?”

Ianto turned in the embrace, the anxious look on his Captain’s face melting away his initial irritation – the Tourist Office was supposed to be an inconspicuous cover for a secret base full of alien tech where they dealt with aliens and all manner of other things that came through the rift... “No, I’m not cross...” he wound his arms around Jack’s neck and captured his lips...sweetly, tenderly...pressing their bodies closer as the kiss deepened, Jack’s tongue sliding into Ianto’s mouth to slow dance with his own...

Ianto moaned softly as Jack’s hands slid down to cup his rear and grind their hips together, desire mounting rapidly as they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths... Breaking away, panting, Jack pushed his Welshman gently towards the beaded curtain and into the tiny space behind it where he gathered him back into his arms and crushed their lips together as he plundered the young man’s mouth hungrily...

Hands raked through hair and over clothing, tugging at shirts, t-shirts, buckles and buttons, eager to touch the warm flesh below...

They froze as the door opened and several sets of feet entered the shop. The feet stopped in front of the counter and the bell sounded. Jack pouted as Ianto wriggled out of his arms, hurriedly smoothed down his hair and straightened his clothes, planting a swift kiss on his Captain’s lips before heading out through the bead curtain to greet his customers with a friendly smile...

Sighing heavily behind the curtain, Jack righted his own clothing and then watched his young lover as he dealt with the family from Blackpool, beaming as he watched those gloriously pink and kiss swollen lips explaining the best places to visit with little Kara who was four and Nathan who was seven... Ianto deserved that nomination... pride swelled in Jack’s chest...my Ianto...

By the time the Welsh dragon beanie toys had come out Ianto was so engrossed that he didn’t notice Jack stood beside him until his Captain laid a warm hand on his arm to get his attention...

“I’ll get back to my office, then...” his blue grey eyes twinkling lovingly into Ianto’s own blue pools...

Ianto nodded, a smile curving the corners of his mouth, “...sir...”

A light squeeze of his arm and Jack was gone...out of the door and up to the Plass to go back down on the invisible lift...

It was some thirty minutes until Ianto appeared in the hub, carrying his box from the Tourist Board that they still hadn’t explored fully. Dropping the box onto his desk, Ianto then disappeared into the kitchen to make the coffee, emerging with a laden tray of mugs and plate piled high with several different types of giant cookies...

Gwen and Tosh smiled happily as they accepted their mugs and took a couple of cookies...Owen was elbow-deep in some strange alien innards so Ianto landed his mug and sugar hits and retreated before he could be ordered to assist...   

Finally, Ianto nudged open the door to Jack’s office, the tray balanced on top of the box, and placed it carefully on the desk before he was tugged onto his Captain’s lap for a steamy kiss that left his lips tingling and his knees weak when they finally came up for air...

He stayed curled up in Jack’s lap as they drank their coffee and munched their cookies, before sliding off and reopening the box from the Tourist Board. He pulled out various books, cards and posters and a letter which he unfolded and they read together, lifting their gaze so their eyes met and both arched eyebrows...

The team listened with surprise when Jack announced that Ianto would be going to Cardiff University to give a presentation to the Student Union on the Young Enterprise Scheme – this would be as part of his assessment as a finalist in the WTB Advisor of the Year...

“Way to go tea boy!” Owen was impressed... Gwen and Tosh voiced their support and Ianto smiled shyly at all the attention while Jack beamed proudly...

For the next three days, Ianto scribbled and read and cross referenced and scribbled some more...practiced in front of the mirror and generally worked himself into a state until Friday came and he set off, insisting that he went alone “I’ll be fine Jack...” as his Captain kissed him softly...

Ianto drove away and Jack immediately started pacing the hub, gradually driving the others mad until Tosh called Jack into his office to show him the live feed she’d tapped into in the lecture hall, sound as well as picture...

Jack sank into his chair, grinning gratefully at his pretty tech wizard. Tosh smiled and patted him on the shoulder, leaving him to scan the crowd to find the Welshman...

The roller door closed as Tosh, the last of the team still there, left for home... Jack barely noticed, his attention fixed on the screen...

The welcome speech was short, the six finalists were introduced, Ianto being third to present. The first two were adequate, if a little dreary and the applause was polite rather than enthusiastic... Ianto took to the podium and plugged in his memory stick...one click of the wireless mouse and the lecture hall was filled with rock music...

“Now that is an example of Young Enterprise...” Ianto’s delectable Welsh tones filled the room, “...this is the first ep from a local band called Blue Gillespie...” The hall was silent apart from the young Welshman’s voice...a voice full of passion and enthusiasm for his subject...he carried his audience until the final slide and they rose as one to give him a standing ovation...

Jack’s eyes sparkled with pride as he watched the blush spread across Ianto’s cheeks and the young man moved back to his seat at the side of the stage. Two of the judges, attractive brunettes, leant towards each other “...that has to be the greatest presentation I’ve ever seen...and he’s hot!

“He’s got my vote...you think he’s single..?”

Jack growled at his screen, muttering through clenched teeth, “...hands off...he’s mine...” He leant forward and glared at the two women as they stared openly at the Welshman...

Jack completely missed the next two presenters as he concentrated on Ianto and the two female judges... Ianto, for his part, paid them no attention at all, his eyes fixed on the current candidate at the podium...

Finally it was over and the winners were announced, the audience rising to its feet as one when Ianto Jones, Cardiff was called forward to accept the first place award...

Jack found he had tears in his eyes as Ianto, his Ianto, accepted the award and dedicated it to everyone he worked with for their unwavering support and encouragement, telling the young people that it was ok to make mistakes, to get it wrong, as long as they picked themselves up again and learnt from the experience...concluding, “...I’ve learnt that if I want to do something and I put my mind to it, I can achieve anything...a very wise and wonderful man taught me that...he believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself...so...belief and hard work...get them right and the world can be yours...good luck..!” He stepped down from the podium and was immediately surrounded by the other finalists all offering their congratulations...

Jack watched, wishing he was there to share in and congratulate the man he loved...he’d have to wait until later...he wondered how much later...Ianto had said there was a reception after... He glanced back to the screen...Ianto was still surrounded with people, including the two judges... He was talking animatedly to the group who hung on his words, his face young and carefree...

Jack felt a sudden stab of jealousy...he was so old now...what did he have to offer Ianto...a young man in his twenties...seeing him so relaxed and happy, surrounded by people his own age and younger...

He thought back to those early days of their relationship, when they were still dancing around the idea that this was something more than a part-time sex arrangement...that they wanted to be with each other for reasons other than physical ones... He loved Ianto very much...he didn’t say it often, but Ianto knew...he knows...course he knows...doesn’t he?

Insecurities washed over him and he caught his breath...what if Ianto met someone tonight...someone who was more his age, shared his interests...his background...his whole outlook on life...he’d have to let him go...I can’t let him go...I need him...he’s part of me now...

He leapt back to the screen as he heard Ianto’s laugh above the general chatter of the crowd...he looked absolutely radiant...beautiful...his head thrown back, huge smile and his eyes dancing with diamonds...my Ianto ...

He watched as a scruffy blonde haired young man handed the Welshman a scrap of paper, leaning closer to whisper into his ear... Jack noted the grip of his hand on Ianto’s arm and the satisfied expression on the Welshman’s face...sudden fear...I’m losing him...

In the space of ten minutes Ianto had no less than a dozen cards or scraps of paper...numbers..? slipped into his hand or his pocket... Jack sat...silent tears rolling down his cheeks, unable to look away as his world fell apart...he won’t want to stay with me now...

Ianto left the crowded reception room and went back into the now deserted lecture hall, followed closely by one of the female judges... Jack’s eyes widened as she reached out to touch Ianto’s cheek as he turned in response to her calling his name... Ianto jumped like he’d been stung and backed away, hurriedly retrieving his jacket from the back of the chair he’d been sat on earlier and slipping his arms into it...

The brunette grabbed his shoulders and pressed her face towards him... Jack wanted to look away...but found himself locked in a cycle of self-torture...

Ianto turned his head away and firmly removed her hands from his jacket sleeves. “Gemma, I’m sorry...I’m leaving now...I’m going home to the man I love...the man I know will be waiting for me...the man I told you all about earlier...the man who believed in me...” He walked away without looking back...

Jack’s heart leapt in his chest and his eyes spilled fresh tears...tears of happiness this time...he loves me...he’s coming home to me...

He got up and paced the floor, knowing it would take the young man a good twenty minutes to get back... After fifteen tortuously long and drawn out minutes had passed he made his way to the underground car park, arriving just as Ianto’s car pulled in. Jack stopped dead in his tracks and held his breath as the Welshman climbed out.

“Ianto...” he was surprised to hear his voice was shaking

“Jack...” Ianto’s face broke into a huge smile...and then they were running into each other’s arms like something out of a romantic movie, bumping hard when they met, hands reaching to tangle in each other’s hair as they crushed their mouths together and sank into a hot and messy kiss, their teeth clashing...desire  raging through them...

Panting hard, they broke apart to force oxygen back into their lungs, resting their foreheads together...

“Did you see it..? Tosh said she’d sort out the CCTV link...”

“Yeah...You won...knew you would...” Jack kissed him softly...”...you made lots of new friends..?” hesitant...needy...too needy

Ianto cupped his Captain’s face tenderly as he looked into his eyes, “...all those numbers? I’m setting up a Young Enterprise coffee shop at the University...” he smiled at the obvious relief that swept across Jack’s face, pressing his lips gently against the older man’s, “...this...here...is where I want to be...with you...only you...”

He gasped as Jack wrapped him into his arms and kissed him with a passion that made his head spin and his knees weak... “Jack...take me to bed...” he murmured huskily into his Captain’s ear when they broke apart, grinning as his hand was grabbed and he was tugged enthusiastically towards the main hub... oh, yeah, definitely where I want to be...

End

 

  

 

 


zazajb: (love me)

Title: The virtual world of pumpkin pie!
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: Competency assessments and some team fun time... Words 1230

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Halloween; oil, tyres, window, ‘Hey, it’s my turn now!

This is for [livejournal.com profile] crimsonkildare because Halloween is her favourite holiday - T&E x

 

The virtual world of pumpkin pie!

“Hey, it’s my turn now...” Owen grabbed the gun from Gwen and shoved her out of the way, “...you’ve had too long already..!” Gwen shoved back and snatched at the gun, catching Owen off balance...

Tosh giggled, watching as they wrestled for the weapon while Jack draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulders and the two of them gazed down like the indulgent parents of boisterous toddlers.

“Great idea to make a virtual game of the firearms competencies – I don’t think I’ve ever seen Owen so keen to do his annual review..!” Jack murmured into Ianto’s ear, “...I think it might be time to give them the other guns and set the test scene up before they start throwing punches...” nodding towards Owen who’d resorted to pulling Gwen’s hair in an attempt to distract her so he could grab the gun back!

Brushing his lips softly against his Captain’s, Ianto picked up the attaché case from the floor beside his feet and moved to the table where he opened it and removed three more virtual handguns while Jack waded into the scuffle that was escalating rapidly and pulled them apart – Gwen grinning victoriously as she brandished the weapon under the acerbic medic’s nose. Owen scowled at her, his expression morphing into one of delight when Ianto handed him a gun of his own...

Calling them all to order, Ianto explained the exercise which would be conducted in virtual conditions as he handed out pairs of futuristic goggles... “You each have unlimited ammo, the scene is set around Halloween – there are killer bats, weevils, the odd Hoix and maybe a vampire or two...you’ll have to make sure you don’t shoot any civilians...” he gave Jack a very stern look as he spoke, remembering the test session they’d had where Jack had insisted that the old people’s outing bus was really a gathering of chameleon Blusttions laughing at him through the window and so he’d blown them up in spectacular fashion!

“There could be all sorts of hazards and unexpected hiding places so you’ll need to keep alert... Ok, I think that’s about it for instructions so if you’re all ready..? He clicked the remote and the shooting gallery was transformed into a virtual world of dark and shadows, a dingy alleyway leading to a ramshackle scrap yard piled high with ancient wrecks of cars, piles of tyres and oil drums...numerous places for goblins and ghoulies to hide...

You’ve got fifteen minutes from...now!” and he pressed the button on his trusty stopwatch as he backed away up the stairs to the gantry so he could watch the proceedings from above...

The team scattered, each taking off in a different direction with the free abandon of children...a wicked grin spread across Ianto’s face...they needed reminding this wasn’t just a game... He pressed the remote again and a huge explosion rocked their virtual world as a massive ship like a giant pumpkin came crashing down from the sky and spilled out an army of the living dead...ok, so he might’ve forgotten to mention these..!

Tosh’s scream as she was surrounded by zombies brought the team running and the battle began in earnest...this was everything that was good about Torchwood – selfless support, innovative strategies, heroics and self-sacrifice [note to self – Jack treating his ability to die and revive way too casually...stern words required...]

Quick thinking soon concluded that a sonic wave would disable the zombies and Tosh was soon broadcasting the frequency through Jack’s wrist strap...the living dead exploded, showering the team with the seeds and slime of a pumpkin’s innards...it clung to their faces, in their hair and seeped through their clothes...

Before they had a moment to react to the slime assault they were bombarded by killer bats...attracted by the sonic wave...the team regrouped and tackled this new threat with gusto...a different signal was required to send the bats into retreat...only this wavelength brought forth dozens of weevils...

“I’m going to kill Ianto for this...” Owen muttered darkly as he narrowly missed having his throat ripped out and tripped heavily, smacking his head against a battered station wagon so hard he saw stars...

“Yea...me too...that pumpkin goo has gone right down my neck..!” Gwen gasped as she hauled the doctor to his feet after giving the weevil a face full of spray...”...but you gotta admit – this is so much fun..!”

A huge grin split Owen’s face, “...oh yeah...he’s good...I’ll give our tea boy that...he’s darned good..!”

“C’mon kids..!” Jack swept past them, Tosh on his coat tails as they rounded the weevils up and herded them into a usefully abandoned shipping container, slamming the doors closed just as Ianto sounded time up. ..

They stood grinning at each other, dripping with pumpkin seeds, faces flushed, clothes and hair completely dishevelled, panting hard...

Ianto came down the steps clutching his clipboard, stop watch and the remote...pristine in his dark gray pinstripe, claret shirt and striped tie... They looked at him...and down at their own rumpled attire and leapt as one at the Welshman, grabbing him and rolling him on the ground until he was as wonderfully in disarray as they were...the team laughing at his horrified expression..!

Jack pulled him to his feet and wrapped the spluttering young man into a huge bear hug before capturing his lips for a hot and messy kiss that was full of tongue and tasted unsurprisingly of pumpkin!

Ianto resisted for almost a nano-second before giving grasp-for-grasp as the rest of the team groaned loudly, chorusing...

“Put him down, Jack..!” in varying forms of polite – and not quite as polite! – language...

Jack released the now very breathless and red-faced Welshman , winding an arm around his waist to keep him close, as he addressed his team, “...excellent work one and all...” He took the remote from the still panting Ianto and pressed the ‘off’, dragging his goggles from his head as the shooting gallery re-emerged from the underworld...

Laughing and talking loudly, they made their way back up to the main hub where Ianto handed out steaming mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream and large slices of pumpkin pie, grinning at them as they looked hesitantly at it...”no aliens were involved in the making of this pie...I promise!”

Tosh giggled loudly and took a bite...”...it’s nice...really nice...” she smiled round as they all followed her example... It was nice, Owen concluded as he reached for his second slice...who’d have thought it...killer bats, weevils, zombies...Halloween and pumpkin pie! Just another normal day for Team Torchwood... The usually acerbic medic grinned and leant a little closer to Tosh...

Jack grinned round at his team as they relaxed on the sofa, moving behind Ianto to wrap his arms round his waist and rest his chin on the Welshman’s shoulder... “...you know, I’m sure there are other, more innovative, ways we could use that virtual gear...” he murmured suggestively into his ear, nibbling lightly on Ianto’s earlobe and sending shivers down the young man’s spine...”...so if you’ve finished your pumpkin pie...”

End


zazajb: (end of days kiss)
Title: Wind beneath my wings...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, mention of Owen & Gwen
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: Just a normal day at the hub... Words 1100

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

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

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

A/N This is for Bettathanbarbie – I hope you like... :D


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Remember me

Oct. 8th, 2010 07:35 pm
zazajb: icon by ange_roux (Jack tears coe)
Title: Remember me
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – All of CoE, set an undetermined time after day 5
Summary: Jack is dreaming... Words 590

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

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

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

A/N Seriously angsty... I was listening to Josh Groban whilst having a play around on youtube [always dangerous!] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BB2k01zqIjc as I recall, there was a Jack/Ianto version...so I searched and I couldn’t find it again...and I got a bit frustrated and angsty and this was the result...still pouting ‘cos I can’t find it...but it’s out there...somewhere...


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zazajb: (jb beam me up)

Title: Remember me
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto,
Spoilers – All of CoE, set an undetermined time after day 5
Summary: Jack is dreaming... Words 590

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

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

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

A/N Seriously angsty... I was listening to Josh Groban whilst having a play around on youtube [always dangerous!]  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BB2k01zqIjc as I recall, there was a Jack/Ianto version...so I searched and I couldn’t find it again...and I got a bit frustrated and angsty and this was the result...still pouting ‘cos I can’t find it...but it’s out there...somewhere...

 For [livejournal.com profile] iantosdreamer46 who needs a hug right now *hugs close* x

 

Remember me...

Jack writhed in his tiny bed, sweat beading on his forehead as he twisted his head from side to side... He whimpered softly in his sleep...

He was stood on a hilltop outside Cardiff...on a cold dark winter’s night...the night he ran away...

His eyes shone with unshed tears as he remembered a pair of cobalt blue eyes, love blazing in their crystal depths, locked into his own, before he crushed their mouths together...hot and wild passion coursing through them, and they flew with the angels...remember, I will still be here, as long as you hold me in your memory...

He could almost feel those warm arms around him as he buried his face into his Welshman’s hair, the comforting and familiar scent that was uniquely Ianto...remember, when your dreams have ended...time can be transcended, just remember me...

The wind tugged at his hair and his coat billowed out around him...his gaze lifted to the heavens – the midnight sky and the brightness of the stars against the velvet blackness, I am the one star that keeps burning...so brightly...it is the last light to fade into the rising sun...

The memory shifted to that room on Floor 13...the tank...the 456...his anguished voice “but not him...” A cry escaped his lips as tears trickled down his cheeks... He would remember...the universe would remember as he told everyone he met of a man named Jones, Ianto Jones who took a broken and empty shell and made it into a man...a man who could love again...trust again...and break again as his reason for living lay dying in his arms I’m with you, whenever you tell my story...for I am all I’ve done...

He became the ‘Storyteller’ - worlds over - transports, freighters...spreading the word of hope and endless love...of two lives woven so deeply that nothing would ever part them...remember, I will still be here, as long as you hold me in your memories...

The wind softened, became a caress and he felt soft fingers brush his cheeks, the lightest of touches on his lips and against his ear...I am that warm voice in the cold wind...that whispers...and if you listenyou’ll hear me call across the sky...

The landscape shifted to a vast expanse of sand and the familiar sights of the Boshane Peninsula...he was home...he frowned...no...this wasn’t home...home was...was...wherever he was...as long as I can still reach out and touch you...then I will never die...

He felt a hand entwine with his own...warm fingers sliding between his, clasping tightly...staking claim...mine...all mine...he met those beautiful eyes once more, the message reflected back from his own blue grey pools...yours...forever yours...

Remember, I’ll never leave you...if you will only remember me...

“I will...I promise...I will...”

Remember...I will still be here...as long as you hold me in your memory... remember...when your dreams have ended...time can be transcended...I live forever...remember me...

Remember me...

Remember me...

He woke with a start, panting hard, a single word escaping his lips...”Ianto...

End

 

 


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Title: Wind beneath my wings...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, mention of Owen & Gwen
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: Just a normal day at the hub... Words 1100

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

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

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

A/N This is for Bettathanbarbie – I hope you like... :D

 

Wind beneath my wings...

 

Gwen, with me...Tosh, find that signal again – I need to know what it’s doing...Owen, sort out enough anti-venom for a city block – just in case...” Jack issued orders...calmly, in control, as he slid his arms into his coat that the Welshman held out, sinking briefly into the touch as the heavy fabric was smoothed down over his shoulders – the action familiar and reassuring - and the young man pressed against him to breathe “...be careful, sir...” into his ear...

Jack swung round and dropped a light kiss to the end of Ianto’s cute button nose, “...always...” and they were gone, the Captain’s coat billowing behind him as the roller door closed with a loud clunk.

Ianto’s gaze lingered on the space where Jack had been, before stepping briskly to his workstation to open links to the various databases in case they were needed, slipping his comm. unit into his ear so he could follow the progress of the hunt. His preparations complete, he moved across to Tosh...

Her fingers were flying over her keyboard as she chased the fleeting glimpses of iridescent shimmer on the city’s CCTV network... She glanced at him for a fraction of a second, a minute nod as he side-stepped to Gwen’s workstation and tapped into the camera network alongside Tosh – two sets of eyes were definitely better than one...

“D’you see it, Ianto..? I’ve lost it...” she peered anxiously at her screen...

“No nothi...wait...behind the Post Office...shit! it’s headed towards those students...” He pressed his ear piece... “Jack...sector four, Post Office, headed for student group...”

“Got that... stay on top of it...” Jack was focused...businesslike, brusque almost, as he considered strategies, panting heavily as he ran towards the Lybetthiian Troll’s location – almost impossible to see due to their impressive chameleon abilities, these scaly bipeds were foul-tempered and highly dangerous, the stingers on their numerous arms laden with a potent venom designed to paralyse its prey... The last time they’d encountered one of these was back in the eighties and it’d killed over forty people by the time they’d cornered it...Jack really hoped he wouldn’t have to become live bait again this time...

“Jack..?” Tosh’s soft voice sounded over the comm. “...it looks like it’s headed for the market...plenty of people and lots of other interesting things to attract it...”

“Thanks, Tosh... We need to stop it before it get’s there... Yan..? Any ideas..?”

“If you can get close enough there’s a mutton bone in your left pocket – it likes them – you’ll need to unwrap it first though! Right pocket’s got the portable containment cell in it...thought it might come in handy...”

Ianto could almost hear Jack’s megawatt grin as he absorbed the information and checked through the Welshman’s plan for flaws, finding none as the young man knew full well he wouldn’t...

“Remind me again why I love you...” the voice was gentle, full of fondness...if rather breathless from all the running!

“...because I know everything, sir..?”

“Yea, that’s it...nothing to do with those wonderful Welsh vowels or your ability to look drop-dead gorgeous in a suit or the way you know what I want before I do...”

“The troll, sir...” Ianto chided him lightly.

“Oh, yea! The troll...” More panting and sounds of some energetic scaling of barriers followed...

Gwen...cut off its escape route – shoot if you have to – don’t let it get past you..!” The rustling noise of tinfoil was music to ianto’s ears – a leg of mutton for the alien was so much more preferable than sharing any part of his Captain..! “Right, here we go...”

There was a whoop of jubilation as the ploy worked and the troll was suspended in the containment beam that made for a very useful short-term portable cell... “Ok, kids, we’re on our way home...good work everyone...”

Tosh and Ianto grinned at each other before Tosh set to work to find a suitable rift window that they could utilise to get the troll off the planet whilst Ianto went to prepare fresh sleeping quarters for their new guest... that done, he headed to the kitchen to start a fresh pot of Jack’s favourite blend and load a large plate with a selection of ‘returning hero’ sticky buns... Humming contentedly, Ianto reflected on how much he loved his job...and his Captain...

By the time the coffee was ready, the SUV was just pulling into the underground car park. Moving swiftly downstairs to meet them, Ianto took charge of their new visitor, showing it into a cell with fresh straw, a suitable meal and drinking water. That particular task competed, he hurried back up into the main hub to pour the coffee...

Dishing the mugs out to the rest of the team, he headed up to Jack’s office with his and Jack’s drinks and their cakes. Placing the tray on the desk, he moved to help his Captain out of his coat, hanging it up carefully, before inspecting his boss for any signs of damage...visibly relieved when he found nothing.

Sinking into his chair, Jack drew the Welshman into the space between his knees and rested his head against Ianto’s chest, revelling in the warmth as the young man’s arms wrapped around him and pressed him closer to the reassuring and steady thump thump of his heart. Jack relaxed in his lover’s embrace, feeling all remnants of tension draining out of him as he was cocooned in the warm circle of Ianto’s love...

They remained motionless and silent for long comfortable minutes before the Welshman tipped his Captain’s chin up to bring their mouths together...tenderly, lips soft and responsive as they kissed sweetly... “My big brave hero...” Ianto whispered as they parted gently, lips just millimetres apart...

“Nah, I’m just the front man...the emblem on the bonnet...you’re the power behind the throne...you keep us all safe, organised and cared for...” He paused to gaze deeply into the young man’s beautiful blue eyes, love blazing out of his own, “...I only get to fly because you are the wind beneath my wings...” as he captured Ianto’s lips once more and they lost themselves in each other...heroes, each in their own way...

End

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq0llrCYtCQ I’d love to hear John sing this...

 

 


zazajb: (Ianto journal)
Title: Rainy days and Mondays...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set S2
Summary: Ianto is reading his journal on a rainy afternoon... Words 1500

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: Theme – Rainy days, her words for me: dance, impulse, guide ‘There on the left...it’s stuck!’



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zazajb: (Ianto reading in tourist office)

Title: Rainy days and Mondays...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set S2
Summary: Ianto is reading his journal on a rainy afternoon... Words 1500

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: Theme – Rainy days, her words for me: dance, impulse, guide ‘There on the left...it’s stuck!’

 

Rainy days and Mondays...

It was Monday...yet another grey and dreary rainy day in Cardiff...what other types were there? None, if the past week was anything to go by... There were no tourists to guide through the delights of the city, to sell plushy cute bean-filled Welsh dragons to...to help pass the day...

So, after eight solid days of rain, Ianto was sat up in the Tourist office flicking through his journal entries as he relived some of the more memorable incidents of recent times...

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“...shit – missed it...that way...quick..!” Ianto gasped from his position stretched out on the floor, his head jammed under a heavy cabinet and arm outstretched through the dust and cobwebs...

There was a sound of frantic clicking as claws scuttled away to find another murky hiding place, a muffled curse, a thud and the sound of a body hitting the deck at speed followed by a loud crack as Jack’s head made contact with the leg of the grand piano...

Ianto scrambled up, “Jack..!” he panted anxiously as he headed across the room towards his Captain.

“M’ok...pissed off with this bloody alien arachnid-crab thing and my head really hurts...” Jack growled in frustration as he picked himself up from the floor yet again.

The two men stood, listening, their heads tilted to one side...turning towards the far corner of the room as the sound of claws scraping the underside of the battered futon gave away the creature’s latest hiding place. They crept silently towards the sound, both crouching lower as they got closer, a flash of silver as the alien sidled to the edge of its hiding place where it was no doubt preparing to make another dash for freedom, its saucer-like eyes blinking in alarm as it led them on a merry dance...

It moved into the open and both men made a dive for it, their hands closing over it and each others as they hit the floor again hard, knocking the air out of their lungs, as they clung on to the struggling creature...

“Get the box...quick..!” Jack’s voice was muffled as his face pressed into the floor. Ianto wriggled his fingers free and scrambled up to get the containment box from just inside the door. He hurried back, unclipping the locks as he went, forgetting that Jack was six foot stretched out on the floor...and tripped over his Captain’s legs... The box went flying, landing with a crash a mere few inches from Jack’s head...Ianto landed on Jack and flattened him, any remaining breath in the older man’s lungs crushed out of him as the Welshman flailed around on top of him, gasping...

The arachnid-crab took full advantage of the sudden lifting of pressure, nipped the hands holding it with a certain amount satisfaction and scuttled off under the cabinet that Ianto had chased it from previously.

Ianto rolled off Jack and struggled into a sitting position as Jack desperately tried to draw air back into his lungs, wriggling helplessly on the dusty floor... Finally, after several long minutes of frantic gasping he recovered enough to mutter one word...”Ianto!” as the Welshman once again lay face down with his head jammed under the cabinet.

Clambering clumsily to his feet, Jack moved over to where Ianto was half under the heavy old cabinet and nudged him with his toe... “Come out from under there...I’ve got another idea...” grinning as a dusty and cobweb-strewn harassed-looking Welshman emerged and pulled himself up on the hand his Captain held out.

“Sorry...y’know..!” he glanced anxiously at Jack, relieved to see the blue grey eyes twinkling back at him as he was tugged closer for a tender kiss and he melted against his Captain, losing himself in the sweetness of the sensations of those soft and sensual lips pressed against his own... They parted gently, sharing warm breath, both relishing the closeness before Jack pulled back and picked several trailing cobwebs from his young man’s hair, chuckling at the look of horror on his face – Ianto hated cobwebs, especially the feel of them on his face...

“Ok, what’s this bright idea..?” Ianto sighed, Jack’s ideas were not always the most practical...

“We empty the room of all its hiding places and then it can’t hide...simple!”

Ianto considered the merits of the idea – it was simple and made perfect sense...apart from the physical demands of course... He glanced around the room...it was do-able and he was more than tired of the chase...

Chairs were stacked in one corner, the single desk and a low bookcase were manhandled out of the door, followed by a sheet music rack. This left just the sofa, piano and the cabinet that the alien was still taking refuge under... The sofa was relatively straightforward, even if it did have a mountain of rubbish behind and under it... They returned for the piano, carefully manoeuvring it through the doorway. All was going well...until... “It won’t budge...”

“It has to...it must’ve got in here somehow, so stands to reason it’ll come out..!”

Some heavy panting and tugging, lifting and twisting of angles ensued... “There – on the left side...it’s stuck!” Ianto was sounding pissed now... On impulse Jack reached across the piano and hauled the young man in for a kiss, his soft moan swallowed as their lips moved sensuously against each other, hands reaching to pull them in closer despite the physical barrier...

They broke apart panting... “Let’s get this blasted creature and get outta here...” Ianto’s voice was heavy with want, his lips tingling deliciously from his Captain’s kiss...

“...we need to move this first...” Jack kicked the piano in frustration, shifting the angle of the left leg just a fraction...and it slid round the door frame... The two men looked at each other and grinned, moving the rest of the bulky piano without too much effort. Once back in the room they shut the door and moved towards the only remaining item in the room... “I’ll lift...you grab...” Ianto nodding and sinking to his knees, hands outstretched...

“Ok, I’m ready...”

“On three...” As the cabinet shifted the creature made its bolt for alternative safety...right into the waiting hands of the Welshman who clasped it triumphantly and scooped it straight into the containment box, whooping as he clicked down the clasps before sliding the air holes open...

Jack dropped the cabinet back into place and reached for the young man, pressing him close so their bodies merged from ankle to chest as he crushed their lips together in celebration and they lost themselves in the heady sensations of rising passion, matching reactions in their groins as the heat of desire spread south...

When they came up for air they were both trembling...wanton need raging through them... “...hub...” Jack growled against Ianto’s ear, his hot breath sending shivers down the young man’s spine...

“We have to put the room back first...” Ianto moaned as Jack bit down on his earlobe and kissed his way down the side of his neck...

“...we could just leave it..? They might think it was a student prank..?”

Jack’s tongue dipped below Ianto’s collar and he shuddered, his trousers now uncomfortably tight... “I don’t think the BBC Philharmonic Orchestra get too many student pranks in their practice rooms...” sighing softly as Jack reluctantly released him and moved towards the door...

They left the piano ‘till last, pleasantly surprised when they got the angle right first time and it slid through the door with the minimum of lifting and tugging until it was finally set back in place. Jack surveyed the room and grinned, “...all back and without an unwanted guest...”

He turned to look at Ianto...a look that had the Welshman straining against the fabric of his clothing instantly...it was lust and want and passion...laced with a generous dose of mischievous pixie...”...we’ve never done it over a Grand piano before...” as he hauled the young man to him and wrapped him into his arms, bringing their lips together with a passion that made the Welshman’s head spin and he melted against his Captain, hands reaching for buttons and belts...

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Ianto shut his journal and slid it back into the drawer before moving to the door and turning the sign to ‘closed’. He smiled as his mind replayed the rest of the night...over the piano had been quite an experience... but on the piano had eclipsed that in spectacular fashion... His groin twitched in appreciation as he headed through the secret door into the hub...it was coffee time and he was sure he could persuade Jack that their drinks would be far nicer taken in his bunker...after all, what else was there to do on rainy days and Mondays than make sweet music...piano music...he was sure they had some Mozart somewhere...

 


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Title: All roads lead to somewhere!
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, mention of Owen & Gwen
Spoilers – mention of TtLM - set between To the Last Man and Something Borrowed S2
Summary:  A road trip and a few issues with the SatNav... Words 2890

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: Theme – Road Trip, her words for me: grass, upgrade, direction ‘You can’t put that there!’

 

All roads lead to somewhere!

“Tooooosh..!” Jack whined in frustration as he glared at his screen, grasping the sides and giving it a shake, “...why won’t you work..?” He scowled at the non-responsive computer as Tosh came into his office, her glasses perched attractively on the end of her pretty nose...

“What’s wrong, Jack?

“My computer won’t work...it’s broken...” He looked pathetically at her, all huge eyes and pouting lip and Tosh couldn’t help giving him a fond smile, despite knowing what she was going to find when she looked at his computer...

“Let’s have a look...” She sighed as she took in the vast numbers of different windows opened on the screen... “Jack – you have to stop downloading from unsecure sites!” she scolded him in a manner reminiscent of a mother and an errant four year old. “Ok, move out of the way...” she raised her eyes towards the ceiling as he hopped out of the chair and sidled towards the doorway.

“Not that far away! Come and see what I’m doing – you might learn something...I’m not always going to be here to sort out your mess!”

The pout returned but Jack went back to his desk to peer over Tosh’s shoulder. He watched as she closed window after window, her fingers flying over the keyboard until just two windows remained. “This one is a nasty virus,” she said, her eyes gleaming behind her glasses, “...look at the strings of indices...” she deleted it swiftly, glancing at her Captain who was now looking rather sheepish. “This one...” she raised her eyebrows at him, “...what did I say about this one the last time you tried to open it..? ...or was it the time before..?”

“Sorry!” Jack mumbled, looking at the floor.

Tosh took pity on him as she deleted the file and reset his security protocols, “...don’t worry – Torchwood’s systems are more than a match for most bugs...not all, but very few are good enough to get past my firewalls and defence programs...” she smiled at him, “...just try and avoid having too many windows open at once as it slows the server down and can cause your computer to freeze... There...all done!”

“Thanks, Tosh!” Jack leant down and pressed a light kiss to her cheek, grinning as she blushed in delight and skipped back to her own workstation.  He slumped back into his chair and proceeded to open and fill his screen with numerous windows...

Monitoring Jack’s CPU usage, Tosh shook her head as the figures climbed...he’d never learn...unless... She grinned, an idea forming in her head and she set off to find Ianto in the archives...she’d need his help for this...

Ianto was bent over some strange-looking twisted metal object which was apparently a type of alien sports equipment... He’d removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his deep red shirt... Tosh took a moment to admire the curve of the Welshman’s back, snug in his waistcoat and the way the dark grey pinstripes hugged his buttocks...Jack was indeed a very lucky man... Her mind wandered to some of the rather hot footage of the two men she’d collected over the past few months...some of it was incredible...

“Tosh..?” Ianto’s delicious Welsh vowels startled her out of her reverie and she jumped, her cheeks colouring fiercely as she swiftly pushed aside the image of her friend sprawled naked over Jack’s desk as Jack...

Ianto arched an eyebrow. “Tosh?” he asked again as she failed to respond. “Are you ok..?  Oh..!” He correctly deciphered the blush and the intensity of the appraising look, “...so where were we this time?” as her blush intensified and she dropped her eyes from his amused gaze.

“Jack’s office...” she whispered, “...and then the stairs by the kitchen...”

Ianto grinned as the memory washed over him and he felt the unmistakable twitch of desire in his groin... He dragged himself away from the pleasurable images in his head and returned his attention to the embarrassed tech genius... He reached out a hand and pulled Tosh in for a hug when his hand was taken, murmuring quietly in her ear, “Jack knows that you record us...sometimes he does things just because he thinks you’ll like to watch them..!” He chuckled as she squealed in horror, mortified at the thought she’d been caught...

“It is erotic, you know...not knowing if you’re watching or not...” laughing as she started to giggle. He released her and moved away, “...now I’m sure you didn’t come all the way down here to discuss my sex life...’though we should really pencil in a time for another good gossip and a Bond film soon...” he smiled fondly at his best friend...

“No...it’s Jack...” she giggled again as he rolled his eyes skyward.

“What’s he done now..?”

“He keeps downloading from unsecure websites...”

“The same ones as last time..?”

“Uh ha...” she nodded, a smile sliding across her lovely face. “I thought we could help him to remember to be more careful...”

Ianto’s face broke into a huge grin and he patted the chair next to the table with his strange sports artefact on. “He can’t hear us, but he might wonder what we’re doing so make it look as if we’re discussing this...”

They put their heads together and discussed Tosh’s plan, leaving Jack smiling up in his office as he watched his two favourite people getting on so well together... When he’d finished exploring the internet and he’d looked out to find his tech wizard missing as well as his archivist, a little exploration of the CCTV had soon located them down in the archives, their heads bent over some artefact as they discussed it animatedly...

Ten minutes later they returned, giggling... Ianto headed for the kitchen as Tosh slid back into her seat and began frantically tapping on her keyboard...

Jack grinned and pushed himself out of his chair, striding across the hub towards the tiny kitchen where he burst in and gathered his Welshman into his arms, bringing their lips together in a crushing kiss... Ianto sighed happily and gave himself to the moment, loving these random displays of passion from his Captain as he kissed back fiercely... They broke apart, breathless, lips tingling and forced air back into their lungs. Jack nuzzled into Ianto’s neck, breathing in the scent of his Welshman as they leant against each other... Brushing a light kiss to his Captain’s lips, Ianto turned in the embrace, “I need to pour the coffee now, sir...” Jack adjusting his hold to wrap his arms around Ianto’s waist from behind and rest his chin on the young man’s shoulder...

“It’s good to see Tosh enjoying herself at work...I like to see her laugh...especially after Tommy...”

Ianto nodded, “...we had a really interesting discussion...” he said, truthfully, smiling as he thought of the exact nature of that discussion...he wondered briefly if Tosh had set it up yet... “You have to let me go now...coffee’s poured... You can get the cakes out if you like...”

He grinned as Jack leant round to kiss him softly before releasing him and obediently setting out  slices of bakewell tart from the tin onto a plate.

They headed down the stairs together. Gwen was still not back from her wedding dress fitting so it was coffee for four... Ianto placed Tosh’s Princess Daisy mug by her workstation as Jack offered her a slice of cake. She met Ianto’s eyes briefly and inclined her head minutely...the trap was set! Leaving Jack and Tosh sipping their coffee and discussing the artefact, Ianto headed down to autopsy where Owen was attempting to catch up on his paperwork – something he loathed and so he was in a particularly grumpy mood. Not wanting to rile the acerbic medic, Ianto placed his Gremlins mug by his side and carefully selected the largest slice of bakewell tart, earning himself a grudging smile from the doctor before retreating.

He set the tray down and picked up his own mug and the plate with the remaining slices of cake, heading to Jack’s office where his Captain was now once again in front of his computer. Suppressing a smile, he put the plate on the desk knowing that two slices were always better than one where Jack was concerned!

“I’ll be in the Tourist office if you need me...inventory...” Ianto murmured as he turned away.

Jack nodded, only half listening, as he clicked on an upgrade program for the SUV’s SatNav...this one had new voices and sound effects...he could have some fun with this...

Ianto paused at Tosh’s workstation on his way past, whispering in her ear... She chuckled and nodded as they both glanced at their watches before Ianto headed out through the roller door.

 Twenty minutes later the rift alarm sounded. Jack bounded out of his office and slid down the handrail to land energetically at the bottom as Tosh called up the details of the alert. “Object of unknown origin...fairly small...it’s quite a way out...bit of a road trip..!” she said, peering at the screen intently. “I’ll send the details to the SUV’s SatNav...”

“Thanks, Tosh...” Jack headed to the door, grinning as Ianto appeared with his coat, holding it out for the Captain to slide into, the young man smoothing the heavy fabric over his shoulders...it was intimate, familiar and reassuring... Jack held out the keys...”...you can drive today...Tosh’s programmed the coordinates into the SatNav...”

Moments later they were headed towards the signal. The SatNav was its normal well-behaved self until they were directed away from Cardiff and along the coast road. Jack, as always when he was in the passenger seat, fiddled with various items in the glove box, the window controls and the buttons on his wrist strap – it was fortunate that the Doctor had disabled his ability to use it for time travel or God knows where they’d find themselves!

 As they approached a roundabout Ianto was alarmed to be informed by Donald Duck that he had passed the turning and he needed to turn the car around to face the other way. He glanced at Jack, arching his eyebrows... Jack pressed the reset button and the strange voice disappeared, they were still headed in the right direction...

The road was long and winding and took them well out of their comfort zone into unknown territory. Along the way they were treated to strange instructions from HM the Queen, Jack Bower, Captain Picard and Betty Boop to name but a few – usually involving turning off of the coast road, driving through a village and then returning back to the original road...this accompanied with pops of champagne corks, canned laughter and a peculiar sound that reminded him of frying bacon!

Ianto grew more and more frustrated much to Jack’s amusement, finally threatening to throw the offending instrument out of the window as he was informed by Kurt from Glee that he was being too rough with the gears, his driving was unimpressive, although he approved of his choice of tie, concluding that he should sing to the engine to soothe its hurt feelings..!

“That’s it! I’ve had enough! I don’t know where we’re going on this blasted road to nowhere and this SatNav is driving me crazy!” he growled, wrenching the wheel and pulling up half on the pavement outside a convenient convenience store in the village of Eglwys-Brewis. “I’m going to buy a map!” He leapt out, almost landing on top of what he assumed was the village bobby. “Sorry!” he muttered, turning towards the shop doorway...

“Hey, you can’t put that there!” the policeman moved to intercept the harassed young Welshman. “You’re blocking the street...”

“I only want a map book...” Ianto sighed heavily, “I’ll be a minute...two at most...”

“You still can’t leave it there...”

Jack’s intervention distracted the policeman long enough to allow Ianto to slip into the shop, buy a map book of the surrounding area and be back in the driving seat before the official had even noticed he’d gone. As they pulled away again Jack glanced at the set face of his lover and frowned. This hadn’t worked out like he’d intended. He slid a hand across to rest on Ianto’s thigh...

“Sorry!” he muttered

“What for?”

“The voices and silly directions...that was me playing with some new stuff I downloaded this morning...and I used my wrist strap to block the comms so you couldn’t get through to Tosh...and you’re not really being rough on the gearbox...”

Ianto slammed on the brakes and glared across at his Captain, the ice in his gorgeous blue eyes reflecting the fact that he was not amused in the slightest... “...you mean to tell me...” he began angrily...

“...but I do like that tie and I could sing to soothe the engine...if you like...I am sorry, Ianto...it was supposed to be funny...” his eyes took on the sad puppy look that Ianto was powerless to resist and the Welshman found himself smiling...

“I did like the Worp Factor four and engage from Captain Picard...” he admitted, “...and being told to wave by HM was...” his voice was cut off as Jack reached across to capture his lips in a gentle kiss that rapidly became more heated as Jack’s tongue slid inside the young man’s mouth and explored excitedly...hands tangling in each other’s hair...Ianto’s soft moans lost against his Captain’s mouth as he was kissed senseless...

Releasing him with a grin, Jack returned to his own side of the car as Ianto blinked in rapid succession, attempting to get his head back in gear...Jack’s kisses had a way of disengaging his brain and sending his senses into orbit...

“We ok again now..?” Jack’s whispered question dragged a rueful smile from the Welshman.

“Yeah...now let’s see if we can find this blasted object...we must be nearly there by now...” He pressed the reset button on the SatNav, grinning with relief as the familiar calm voice told him to continue on his present setting...

Several miles down the road they turned off, following a series of left and right turns through narrow country lanes when the SatNav began to sound like a tape that was slipping, finally turning into complete indecipherable gibberish... Ianto glanced across at Jack who shook his head, “...not me this time...honest...” he held his hands out in front of him to demonstrate he wasn’t fiddling with his wrist strap...

Pulling off the road onto the grass verge, Ianto pressed his earpiece... “Tosh..?”

“Ianto? Thank God! I lost you – there was nothing...I was worried...what happened..?”

“Um, that was me, Tosh...sorry...I was playing with the SatNav and I blocked the signal so Yan wouldn’t be able to contact you about it...only now the SatNav’s really playing up...I think it’s broken...”

“Hang on...” they could hear Tosh’s fingers clicking rapidly over her keyboard...

“Jack...did you download something earlier today to the SatNav relay?”

Jack’s face reflected something akin to terror as he whispered “...yes

Jack! Whatever it was, it had a mammoth virus in it...what have I said about...”

“I know, I’m sorry...I won’t do it again...” he could picture the intense frown on her pretty face. “Can you fix it?” he mumbled, contrite, eyes downcast

“I can, but it’s going to take me a while...”

“Tosh, I’ve got a map book...where are we headed...?” Ianto’s voice was soft, soothing... More tapping over their comm. units...

“Page 26, head for Llancarfan and I’ll direct you from there... Toshiko out!”

Ianto looked at Jack. “She’s cross with you!” he said.

Jack nodded, sadly. “I know...but I’ve learned my lesson...I won’t do it again. Swap? I’ll drive and you direct?”

They jumped out and switched places, Jack grabbing a swift kiss as they passed on their way to the opposite sides of the SUV.

It didn’t take long before they were driving through the village where Ianto continued to direct them without the need to call Tosh. Jack hadn’t noticed until they pulled up on a cliff top with an amazing view out over the sea, the signpost proclaiming the beauty spot as Fontygary Bay.

They got out, looking around. Ianto went to the boot and began unloading... 

After scanning the area and finding no trace of anything alien Jack came to see what the Welshman was doing, gaping when he saw the picnic blanket and food set out...he looked remarkably like a goldfish...

“...what..?” suddenly realising that Ianto hadn’t contacted Tosh once they’d reached the village. “You planned this...which means that you knew precisely where this road to nowhere went..!”

Ianto chuckled and reached out a hand to tug his Captain down onto the blanket. “Yep!” he said, “...all roads lead to somewhere...eventually!”, before hauling him in for a searing kiss that had Jack’s hands raking over his body as their tongues duelled fiercely. When they came up for air, Jack looked around suspiciously...”...she’s not recording this is she..?” 

Ianto grinned and rolled them over, pinning Jack down on the blanket and murmuring into his ear...”...who knows...so we’d better make sure the show’s worth watching...” as he captured his mouth possessively and they surrendered themselves to the moment...

Back at the hub, Tosh tapped into the satellite that was due to pass overhead in approximately thirty seconds and settled down in front of her screen, smiling broadly...

End

  

 


zazajb: (Default)
Title: Castles in the sand...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set early during TW S2
Summary: Alien recovery takes them to the seaside... Words 1630

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

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

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

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: Theme – Fun times, her words for me: imagination, tackle, mansion ‘Are you sure that’s legal?’
Belatedly dedicated to toshiani007 as she liked it so much! For you, hun xxx

http://zazajb.livejournal.com/18734.html

All of me

Sep. 18th, 2010 12:52 pm
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Title: All of me...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – mention of KKBB - set start TW S2
Summary: Jack struggles to express his feelings to Ianto after his return from his travels with the Doctor. Words 1375

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 This is the companion piece to Unbreak my heart http://zazajb.livejournal.com/18370.html

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


http://zazajb.livejournal.com/18627.html
zazajb: (always)

Title: All of me...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – mention of KKBB - set start TW S2
Summary:  Jack struggles to express his feelings to Ianto after his return from his travels with the Doctor. Words 1375

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 This is the companion piece to Unbreak my heart
http://zazajb.livejournal.com/18370.html

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

 

All of me

Coat billowing around him, Jack surveyed the city from his lofty position on the roof of the Millenium Centre, taking some comfort from the familiar landmarks and reassuring normality of the view. A complete year lost – of course, for them, it had never happened... He caught his breath as the image of the Master’s cold cruel face swam in front of his vision and he immediately countered with the one image that had kept him fighting...Ianto my Ianto laughing, his head thrown back with abandon, Ianto slowly unbuttoning his waistcoat, their eyes locked together, desire and passion radiating out of twin pools of blue...my Ianto...you captivate me with your resonating light...

He sighed heavily. He’d meant it, that whole I came back for you when he’d looked at Ianto as the team had berated him for disappearing...for leaving them...leaving him...your face haunts my dreams... Now it was like they were further apart than when there was one hundred trillion years between them... He’d asked Ianto for a date...a proper date...and the Welshman had seemed genuinely startled by the suggestion...he’d accepted, but...and that was as far as it had gone and now Jack had no idea how to reach out to the young man who had captured his soul so completely it hurt to breathe with him in the room and not in his arms, without their skin touching...lips that should be crushed to his as they kissed their way to blissful oblivion...you still have...all of me...

Back down in his bunker, he threw himself onto his bed, an echo of the Welshman’s scent on his pillow...your presence still lingers here... Would they ever be together in this bed again? He recalled those long nights after Lisa, after the Brecon Beacons, when Ianto’s nightmares would find him thrashing wildly as he sought to escape the terrors of the darkness...when you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears, when you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears...

They’d been through so much...each had suffered and found comfort – and admit it, you stubborn foollove - in the other, comfort that he craved so much now...these wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is all too real...there’s just so much that time cannot erase... He needed to feel Ianto’s arms around him, to bury his head into that fragrant neck and kiss those soft and sensual lips...to mould himself against the young man’s warm body, slick and sweaty after their frantic lovemaking...you still have...all of me...

Night dragged into day and the torture began anew...this was not the torture of the Master’s knife, or laser screwdriver or the hundred and one other ways he’d been killed time and time again...this was worse...self-inflicted exile from the one place he desperately needed to be...Ianto’s arms...Ianto’s embrace...Ianto’s heart...my Ianto...

The intoxicating aroma of coffee announced the arrival of his Welshman and he opened his eyes...speak! his brain screamed at him...reach out...touch him...do...something... He glanced up and their eyes met, the hurt in those beautiful blue depths was so raw that Jack retreated instantly...

Long, slim hands placed his blue and white striped mug on the coaster, a plate with his favourite chocolate brownie landed beside it and then he was gone, a lingering scent of ginger and lime shampoo the only remnant of his presence...

Jack cupped his hands around his mug and inhaled deeply, the aroma of his favourite blend merely serving to deliver another slapped reminder of all the ways Ianto was reaching out towards him...I held your hand through all of these years... A sudden sob burst from his lips, tears ran unchecked down his cheeks and he reached out a trembling hand towards the empty doorway as the back view of his gorgeous erstwhile lover and best friend faded from view...

It was many minutes before he was able to regain control, brushing the tears away with his hand and reaching forward to flick on the CCTV... The screen flickered and the image of his Welshman appeared, working diligently in the archives, a picture of perfection in well cut wool blend navy pinstripes, crisp pale pink cotton and a flash of red silk tied in a perfect knot at his throat...he was beautiful...these wounds won’t seem to heal...this pain is all too real...

The day dragged on by, the rest of the team seemingly content to have their Captain back at the helm...Ianto, for his part, was professional in the extreme - polite, efficient...everything an employer should want...I want more...I need you, Ianto...my Ianto...you still have...all of me...

Several times Jack had tried to say what he so desperately needed to get out...it was in his head, he just couldn’t get his mouth to part with the words and his heart broke anew when the hope that welled in the young man’s eyes each time he’d opened his mouth, drowned in disappointment when no words appeared and the hurt reasserted itself once more...there’s just so much that time cannot erase...

They’d had an exceptionally crappy day today – weevils, a crashed Uxtopian freighter, a rift refugee returned and twenty seven hoax calls via the police line reporting strange lights in the sky...their worst day by far since bloody John Hart and his trail of destruction... In the past, after a trying day, he’d find solace in Ianto’s embrace, in the feel of his lips, so soft and responsive under his own, in the ultimate pleasure as their bodies writhed together until their cried release before collapsing in each other’s arms, limbs tangled as they kissed lazily...your presence still lingers here...

He pushed himself out of his chair and pulled on his coat, striding out of the hub through the rain, towards the young man’s flat...I came back for you...if you’ll still have me...

He almost lost his nerve as he climbed the stairs to the first floor and stood outside the front door. Inside he could hear the quiet strains of Ella Fitzgerald...his mind drifted, recalling an evening so long ago where they’d danced, just the two of them pressed cheek to cheek as they swayed to the blissful sounds of the Goddess Ella, sharing soft kisses that grew rapidly in intensity, leading to a night of loving that had taken them to a new level of unspoken commitment...

He took the plunge and knocked on the door, waiting impatiently... His heart sank as there was no response...forgive me Ianto...please... He knocked again...

The door opened and Ianto stood there. He looked so beautiful, tie undone and hanging loose, the red silk swaying with the movement of his body, his waistcoat undone and a tantalising glimpse of soft downy hair peeking through the open top buttons of his shirt... Jack opened his mouth...the words jumbling in his head as he fought to free them in coherent order...and failed completely as not a sound appeared... His eyes sought Ianto’s in panic, filling with tears that threatened to spill any second...I came back for you...

His heart missed several beats as the young man’s eyes reflected everything he was feeling and he held out his arms. Jack flung himself into them, sliding his own arms round his Welshman as their lips met, softly, tentatively...the kiss building rapidly as their tongues sought out the familiar contours of each other’s mouths and they melted into the embrace...

When they came up for air, hearts pounding, bodies trembling, Jack tried again to say what he’d rehearsed in his head...I came back for you...I...I love you...only to have Ianto press a finger to his lips, a minute shake of his head telling him there was no need for words...he knew...his gorgeous, wonderful, fantastic Welshman knew...and then he crushed their mouths together in a searing kiss that screamed out at the top of their voices, loud enough for the whole of time and space to hear...you still have...all of me...

End

Jack’s song is My Immortal by Evanescence:  

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5anLPw0Efmo

 

 

 

 


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