zazajb: (b&w to the last man kiss)

Title: You know what they say...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – TTLM, set S2
Summary:   In the aftermath of ‘To the Last Man’ the team are coming to terms with everything that happened... Words 3750

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

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

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

A/N Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #18 - Theme: Medicine; tightwad, creamy, babbling ‘Well then, how about you try it and see how it goes...’ Still up to my ears in exam papers, but withdrawal symptoms were too strong and this demanded to be pinned to the keyboard!

 A/N1  Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] iolo1234  a special friend who is celebrating a special birthday– have a wonderful day K... *champagne and hugs* xxx

 

You know what they say..?

Jack held out his hand, fixing the grumbling medic with a steely glare of grey blue eyes. “Come on, hand it over..!”

“But I was going to get something...” Owen protested as Gwen joined them, giggling, to add her voice to that of her Captain’s.

“Don’t be such a tightwad Owen! You can still get her something else just from you, this is a team gift...you know - from the team...” The sarcasm was wasted on Owen as he grudgingly handed over a ten pound note which Jack folded carefully and tucked in his trousers pocket.

“What are we getting her?”

“That’s Ianto’s department – I’m just the collect-the-money-with-menaces...” Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively as Owen backed around the other side of the partially dissected carcass of a scaly Lispistos he’d been working on.

“I’ve paid now so you can keep your menaces well away from me Harkness...save them for the tea boy – oh, and if I catch the pair of you on my autopsy table once more I’ll...”

Gwen fled up the stairs, snorting with laughter at the expression on the acerbic medic’s face as Jack launched into an impassioned account of the amazing feeling of cool steel on heated skin... She was still laughing helplessly when Ianto joined her, a tray of steaming mugs and sticky Danish pastries in his hands.

The Welshman smiled at her, “Jack finally extracting money from Owen?” he nodded towards the sounds of an increasingly tetchy Owen shooing the Captain out of his workspace.

“Oh, he got the money out of him ages ago, now he’s exaulting the delights of your wild sex sessions on his table...” Gwen grabbed her mug and an apricot Danish off the tray and fled, dissolving into giggles again as Ianto blushed scarlet and descended the stairs muttering what sounded like “decaf for a month...”

Peace finally reigned once more after Owen had given Ianto the same lecture on ‘1001 reasons not to shag on my autopsy table’, claimed his coffee and the biggest apple Danish and sent him on his way...

Jack looked up, grinning, as the harassed Welshman dumped his coffee on the desk and dropped heavily into the chair opposite him. “You managed to escape from Owen then?”

Ianto rolled his eyes “if I have to suffer his snarky comments once more I’ll put you on a sex ban – and I mean anywhere, not just his blasted table..!”

Jack’s face fell and he jumped up hastily, rounding his desk and tugging the young man up into his arms. “Sorry...” he whispered against his ear, “I was just winding him up...y’know, trying to lift everyone’s spirits after Tommy...”

Ianto leant against him as Jack’s arms tightened around his waist and he immersed himself in the intoxicating aroma that was just Jack...

I really should punish you...so you remember not to wind him up again...” his hands slid down to settle on his Captain’s arse, arching towards him so their hips ground together... “Do you deserve to be punished Jack..?” Ianto growled softly, a brief smirk tugging the corners of his mouth up as Jack let out a low moan and thrust his very obvious arousal back against him.

“Yes...I think I need to be punished...please...”

Ianto smiled briefly and grabbed the older man’s hands, planting them firmly by his side. “Your hands don’t move...no touching...you do exactly as I say...got it?”

“Yea...oh God, yea..wha...” the rest was lost as the Welshman crushed his mouth to his Captain’s, sliding his tongue into the welcoming warmth to map every contour possessively, moving his hand down to cup Jack’s rock hard arousal and press against it... Ianto smirked into the kiss, swallowing the deep wanton groans that escaped Jack’s mouth as he increased the pressure against the hot swelling with the heel of his hand, causing the older man to clench his fists tightly in an effort to remain still...

Breaking off for air, Ianto launched an assault on Jack’s neck and that sensitive spot behind his ear, moving round behind his Captain to press his own prominent bulge against the cheeks of Jack’s arse as he grabbed his hips to hold him in place and thrust hard... Jack’s hands clenched tighter and his moans got louder, his eyes closed and head thrown back to allow Ianto’s lips more access to his sensitive skin...

With a final hard grind against Jack’s back, Ianto stepped away, chuckling at the needy whimper that dropped from the older man’s pouting lips as the heat of the Welshman’s body left him...

 

I-a-n-t-o...ple...” A finger pressed to his lips stopped the older man mid-plea, the firm shake of the younger man’s head and the mischievous twinkle in his clear blue eyes promising all sorts of pleasures later if he behaved now. Jack shut up, squirming a little at the uncomfortable tightness of his trousers that he didn’t dare adjust.

A soft just-for-Jack smile lit up Ianto’s face and Jack’s heart skipped a beat; this man was so utterly gorgeous and the newfound confidence that radiated from him since that kiss the night before Tommy had gone back to 1918 was so darned sexy... He let out a tiny gasp as he recognised the feeling...love...he loved this man... Ianto’s eyes met his, love blazing from those cobalt blue depths as they mirrored the sentiment from his own blue grey pools. They stood motionless for long moments as they absorbed the enormity of the realisation, unspoken, yet undeniable...

Their lips met, the kiss light and reverent, each relishing the feel of the other, butterflies swooping in their stomachs as tongues slid almost shyly against each other... This was no longer about lust or sexual desire, it was deep and meaningful...commitment and promises all conveyed in a simple kiss that left them both gasping with its intensity when they finally pulled apart...

 The blaring of the roller door dragged them back to the here and now, Tosh looking much more rested and almost herself again as she headed for her workstation. “She looks better again today, I think she must actually be taking those sleeping pills that Owen gave her...” Their thoughts rolled back almost a week...

They’d noticed the change in Tosh immediately, even though she was as immaculate as ever, the dark rings under her eyes carefully hidden with clever make up, but that spark that was Tosh had been missing... Owen and Gwen had seemingly seen nothing as they continued their banter from opposite sides of the hub...

Jack and Ianto had nodded at each other, their plans preset and put into action... They walked towards the pretty tech genius, seemingly deep in conversation about an artefact Ianto had been working on, pausing briefly to say good morning, Jack’s voice unusually gentle as he chided her for being an hour early... “Don’t come in till twelve, I said...your clock’s wrong...” he smiled at the typical Tosh response – it was always “...must be the alien batteries...” before the two men continued to the kitchen where Ianto brewed the coffee as Jack leant against the worktop and watched those long slender fingers in motion, every movement a symphony of efficiency and elegance...

“She’s not herself Jack...she needs to see Owen...”

“I’ll get her to my office...”

“I’ll bring Owen...”

Ianto headed down the stairs first, grinning as he rolled his hips, knowing that Jack’s eyes would be fixed on his rear view. The quiet chuckle that floated down behind him confirmed that his Captain was enjoying the show, further reinforced by the quick squeeze of his blue pinstripe covered backside as the other man passed him when he leant over to hand Gwen her mug and a slice of carrot cake.

Jack paused by Tosh’s workstation, peering over her shoulder at the complicated program she was working on. “Can you spare me a minute to look at something on my screen, Tosh? It’s from one of my contacts and it looks rather interesting...” He nodded imperceptibly towards the Welshman as Tosh immediately got up and followed Jack up towards his office, leaving Ianto to explain their worries to Owen...

Fortunately, Owen was also worried about her, realising belatedly that he had stronger feelings for the pretty tech genius than he’d allowed himself to acknowledge, admitting sheepishly that he’d been incredibly jealous when Tosh had taken Tommy home, knowing what would happen there...

Moments later Ianto and Owen were tapping lightly on the door to Jack’s office. Tosh was sat in the chair opposite, her eyes full of tears which spilled out as they entered, “...I have nightmares...I keep seeing him shot...it’s so unfair, he was so brave and they just executed him like a coward....” she dissolved into huge wracking sobs that shook her body. Jack and Ianto both moved towards her, beaten to it by Owen who dragged a hanky from his pocket to hand to the distraught woman before wrapping her in his arms where he rocked her gently...

Ianto tugged Jack out of the office and they leant against each other, each drawing comfort from the other without the need for words. Jack slid an arm around the Welshman’s waist to pull him closer before capturing his mouth, Ianto’s arms snaking around his Captain’s neck as he immersed himself in the wondrous sensations of Jack’s lips moving softly against his own and they lost themselves in the moment... They pulled apart reluctantly and rested their foreheads together, secure in the warmth of their embrace despite their worry for Tosh’s wellbeing...

When they glanced back into the office, Tosh had stopped crying and Owen was on his knees by the chair. He was speaking quietly but they could see urgency of his words. Tosh had tight hold of his hand and was nodding, her tearstained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes testament to the depth of her distress. As they watched, uncertain whether to go back in or not, Owen stood and pulled her to her feet. Wrapping his arm around her trim waist he steered them towards the door.

Jack raised a questioning eyebrow as Owen released Tosh and beckoned Jack to one side, while Ianto brushed his lips to Tosh’s temple and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly... A few minutes later, Jack reappeared at Ianto’s side and Owen wrapped himself around Tosh once more as he led her down towards autopsy. Watching them vanish out of sight, Jack pushed the Welshman gently back into his office and closed the door.

“Tosh admitted she hasn’t slept since Tommy went back; she can still hear him in her head and every time she finally falls asleep she has the nightmare where he’s shot for cowardice. Now she doesn’t dare close her eyes... She’s agreed that Owen will give her some medication to give her dreamless sleep, she’ll take it for ten days and see how it goes. I suggested she might like someone there with her...”

They grinned at each other, remembering the medic’s possessive clasp of Tosh’s hand and the closeness of the hold around her waist, “somehow I don’t think that’ll be a problem...”

Tosh waving cheerily as she sat down dragged them back to the present and they parted, Ianto headed to the kitchen to make Tosh a coffee, Jack dragged a pile of files towards him with extreme reluctance and began work...

The rest of the day passed without major incident, Ianto went on a supply run with a couple of extra stops thrown in, Gwen and Jack dealt with a lone Weevil late in the afternoon and they were shooed out of the hub by five thirty “...for good behaviour...”

The reference wasn’t lost on the Welshman and he chuckled at the barely concealed impatience as his Captain exchanged goodbyes with the team. Taking advantage of the distraction he quietly vanished down into the archives...punishment meant learning to be patient – something Jack was never very good at! Sure enough the CCTV camera blinked on no more than ten minutes later.

Grinning, Ianto slipped on the perception filter TARDIS key he’d removed from Jack’s drawer earlier that day and sat quietly reading the paper after carefully wrapping the various accessories that went with Tosh’s birthday gift, ignoring the increasingly frequent beeps from his phone as Jack tried in vain to track him down...

As predicted, Jack came looking in person not long after, bursting exuberantly into the room, “Yan, I know you’re in...oh..!” He stopped abruptly and gazed around the room, his eyes coming to rest on the corner farthest away from the door. Ianto chuckled and removed the key, standing to meet his Captain’s eyes. “You’ve been here all along?” his voice rose an octave, “I’ve been looking everywhere!”

“Punishment, Jack...remember?” The soft Welsh vowels made the older man pause and a smirk crossed with a hungry leer flew across his face. He strode over to Ianto and reached for him, gasping when Ianto dodged his hands and nipped behind him, grabbing Jack and slamming him against the filing cabinet as he crushed their mouths together in a searing kiss... Jack’s hands tangled in Ianto’s hair as he kissed back fiercely, their tongues battling for dominance until they broke apart panting hard.

Ianto’s hands settled on Jack’s hips, tugging him closer so their bodies ground against each other, causing low guttural moans to collide as their lips crashed together once more and hands raked feverishly at clothing, desperate to touch warm skin below...

“Ha...have you been punished enough now..?” Ianto’s head was swimming and he was trembling with desire, knees week from the ferocity of their kisses.

“Yes...God, yes...I’ve learned my lesson...” Jack growled, raining hot, wet kisses down the side of the Welshman’s neck as their hands fumbled with buttons, belts and zips and clothes flew wildly in all directions. They made love with abandon, the passionate desire that had built all day finally let out to both their satisfaction and they collapsed in a tangled heap of sweat-slicked limbs... A shower, a take out Chinese dinner, each other for dessert followed by another shower and they curled up, pressed closely together, in Jack’s tiny bunk to fall into sated sleep.

Tosh’s birthday dawned early, the rift alert dragging them out of bed at five o’clock to deal with a party of lost Darner Annux fire-flies, their three feet wingspan of vibrant colour a glorious sight to behold in the soft light of the morning. After some directions and tail-spark of thanks, they were gone, leaving the two men now wide awake. Back at the hub Ianto made coffee and they took it up onto the roof of the Millenium Centre to watch the city as she slowly came to life for another day.

Coffee drunk, view absorbed and numerous kisses and cuddles exchanged and enjoyed, they made their way back to the hub and indulged in a leisurely and mutually satisfying session in the shower before starting the work of the day. Gwen and Owen arrived a little after eight thirty, with Tosh not due in until midday...

After the first team coffees were made and dispensed, Ianto went to collect Tosh’s cake from the baker’s, a vision of Angel cake with a light creamy filling between each of the three layers – Tosh’s ultimate favourite! Landing the cake out of sight in Jack’s office, Ianto then carried on with the rest of his morning plans which included restocking the leaflets and generally sprucing up the Tourist Information office whilst he waited for the delivery of Tosh’s main gift from the team.

He’d only been there fifteen minutes when it arrived and, after signing the delivery note, he took it down to the others who were going to assemble it ready for her arrival. Gwen was tapping away industriously on her reports, Owen was wiping down his table after finishing his latest autopsy, the sight of that sleek steel surface bringing a smile to the Welshman’s lips and a definite stirring of fond memories below his waistline...

He chuckled to himself and headed up the stairs to his Captain’s office where Jack was...Jack was...the smile was wiped of Ianto’s face to be replaced with a thunderous frown as he stepped over the threshold. “Jack!

Jack spun round guiltily, his finger in his mouth as he licked the cream from it, having just run said finger along the side of the Angel cake... He grinned sheepishly around his finger and sucked suggestively in an attempt to distract the younger man from the ticking off he was about to dispense. “I was just...it was...there was a...um...I didn’t mean...”

Ianto planted his hands on his hips and quashed the further squirms from his nether regions, along with the amused smile that tugged enticingly at the corners of his mouth, schooling his features instead into a stern and disapproving stare. “You’re babbling Jack, and that’s Tosh’s birthday cake...leave. it. alone...” He frowned, his feet shifting minutely on the floor as his blood flow continued southwards to congregate in the front of his trousers at the lewd noises now dropping from the older man’s lips as he lapped his tongue around his finger.

“Don’t Jack! I’m cross and I guess I’m just going to have to punish you again...only this time it’ll be worse...” He moved across the office and hooked a hand into his Captain’s braces, dragging him away from the cake and towards the glass wall to slam him up against it as he ground the hot swelling in his trousers hard into Jack’s thigh... Bringing their lips together, he let them touch for a second and pulled away, ignoring the protest from his own body that echoed the plaintive whimper from his boss.

He turned swiftly on his heel and moved back to the door. “The easel’s here, I suggest you take it down to autopsy and put it together, Tosh is due in at twelve, but we all know her ‘alien batteries’ mean she’ll be here in about twenty minutes! Oh, and you go near that cake again and you’ll be sleeping alone for a week...” he threw back over his shoulder, considerately not smirking until he was out of Jack’s line of sight. He snuck a quick glance back from the roller to see the forlorn figure of his Captain carrying the box down to where Owen and Gwen were now waiting. Chuckling, he made his way back to the TI office...

He’d just finished dusting when Tosh came through the door, looking refreshed and almost herself again. “Happy birthday...” Ianto hugged her warmly, planting a soft kiss to her cheek. “You look so much better...nightmares all gone now?”

Tosh giggled and hid her face in his neck “Owen’s stayed every night...he makes sure that I’m...” she paused and blushed prettily, “...tired before I go to sleep...”

Squeezing her tightly, Ianto grinned. “Good for you, it’s way overdue...now, you ready for the mad house? If we go to the kitchen I can make the coffee before we join the others...”

“I’m early..!” Tosh shrugged lightly, “...I can’t help it, it’s those...”

“...alien batteries!” Ianto finished for her, and they both laughed, linking hands as they headed down to the hub.

Down in autopsy things were not going well. Owen was in charge of construction “it’s my autopsy bay, my girlfriend...” he glared up from opening the box, daring either of them to make a comment, “so I’ll be the one putting it together..!”

“Fine by us Mr Producer..!” Jack grinned at Gwen who merely shook her head as they watched a mass of wood, stainless steel and electrical gadgetry tumble out of the packaging and on to the table. Owen wrenched open several bags of screws, washers and fixings and heaped them to one side, tossing the box and empty bags behind him.

“Don’t you want the instructions?” Gwen suggested tentatively.

“Real men don’t need instructions!” Owen snorted in a dismissive and superior manner that had Gwen biting back several very ‘Owen-like’ replies. Instead she settled back to watch. It became obvious rather quickly that Owen had no idea where to start or even what he was building, his rapidly rising exchanges with Jack who interjected with helpful – and more frequently - unhelpful suggestions, leaving Gwen laughing so much that she had no breath left to offer her own direction to the acerbic medic!

The coffee was made and Ianto could delay no longer, leading the way down the steps from the kitchen slowly and hoping that they’d had enough time... They stopped by the railings and peered over. Gwen was sagging helpless with laughter against the far wall, Owen had a stainless steel pole he was waving dangerously in the air, snarking loudly, “well then, how about you try it and see how it goes!” as Jack gesticulated wildly at various different lengths of wood. It was like looking down into a bear pit!

A tug-of-war ensued over the pole which ended abruptly when Owen threatened to shove it so far up Jack’s backside that he wouldn’t sit down for a month! Jack relinquished his hold and drove his hands into his pockets, a sulky pout on his face...

Ianto glanced worriedly at Tosh, relieved to see her smiling broadly before she broke down into fits of giggles and the three in autopsy looked up with horror on their faces. Ianto attempted a glare at his squabbling colleagues, failing miserably as Tosh nudged him in the side, “you have to admit, Ianto...they’re hilarious..utterly hopeless, but so funny!” and he grinned, nodding.

“Right, you lot, Jack’s office...now!” He chuckled as they hastened to obey causing a minor rugby scrum at the bottom of the steps as each tried to be first.

Tosh clutched her sides and wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes, “It’s true what they say...” she gasped as she followed the Welshman into the office and collapsed into Jack’s chair, “...laughter is definitely the best medicine...”

End

 


zazajb: (john gareth almost kiss)

Title: Storm warning...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   An alien visitor has a disastrous effect on the climate... Words 2650

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

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

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

A/N Written for the [livejournal.com profile] redisourcolor  challenge #17 - Theme: Weather; dowdy, vituperate, chocolate wrapper ‘That night [x] drank the last of the [x] him/her/itself...’

 A/N1 For [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted who is still weathering the storm - hang in there *hugs* xxx

 

Storm warning...

Ianto tutted to himself as he surveyed the array of chocolate wrappers and crisp packets littered on the desk and floor of Jack’s office. Yes they’d been up for 48 hours straight now and they were dead on their feet, pun totally intended he thought wryly, but all that sugar...

As he bent down to pick up the brightly coloured array of wrappers he was grasped firmly by the hips and a somewhat damp Captain pressed himself up against his back. Ianto straightened and turned in the embrace as Jack shook his head and droplets of icy rainwater flew everywhere.

“You’re wet, sir!” Ianto stated mildly, brushing second-hand drops from his face before pressing a quick kiss to Jack’s cold lips and slipping out of his arms to help him off with his sodden coat.

“It’s raining out there! You wanna see Owen – he looks like a drowned dog – with the expression to match..!”

“I’ll make hot chocolate...”

“With whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles..?” Slightly damp puppy dog eyes came into play, drawing an indulgent smile from the Welshman who’d already set the mugs and ingredients out in the kitchen.

“If you go and dry off...” he raised an eyebrow at the pout, “...alone! I’ll come down when I’ve done the drinks unless you think we should get everyone in the boardroom...feedback reports..?” He chuckled at the obvious slump of the older man’s shoulders.

“Yeah, boardroom...but you’re making it up to me later...” the trademark leer reappeared as the sugar high kicked back in!

Ianto glanced over his shoulder, “I’ll hold you to that promise..!” His blue eyes twinkled despite the bone aching tiredness. ‘I’ll rally the troops...five minutes?”

Jack nodded, already half down the ladder to his quarters. Five minutes later the team were assembled around the table, each looking slightly brighter as Ianto handed round large mugs of frothy hot chocolate, with the required mini marshmallows, whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles! Jack and Owen each had towels around their necks as they rubbed their hair dry.

Ianto slid into his chair as Tosh tapped on her PDA and the view-screen lit up with the rift activity matrix for the past ten days. “Okay, we first saw the pattern ten days ago and then it began to rain – relentless twenty-four hour downpour, unexplained...almost biblical in intensity...only no Ark to take shelter in.!

Coincidence? Maybe, but after the third identical spike followed by the same rain pattern and it looks like they’re definitely connected...”

Gwen took over the remote and loaded a series of more traditional weather charts. “I met with the weather forecasters at Cardiff university and they said that this particular weather didn’t belong – they were baffled as all their data completely contradicted the actual weather we’ve been getting, so...” she slid the remote back to Tosh.

 “...so Ianto and I started delving into the archives to see if there was ever anything like this before...and we found several documented unexplained periods of rain – of course, they didn’t have half as much technology at their disposal so they could just be poor forecasting...anyway, in 1902 Newport had six days of non-stop rain, 1927 it was Swansea’s turn – eight days, 1955 Cardiff had a week, plus never-seen-before tornadoes...”

“I remember that...” Jack leant forward, a gleam appearing in his blue grey eyes as he wrinkled his brow in thought, stabbing absently at his empty mug with the spoon. “We were certain it was alien initiated or through the rift but no idea how...” He met Ianto’s gaze, the smile tugging at the corners of the young man’s mouth suggesting that there was more to this than his tired brain had yet assimilated... He shook his head briefly...”no...I know there’s something else but I can’t think...I need a rooftop!”

“The summer of 1976? No rain for fifteen weeks...” Ianto’s smile widened as illumination dawned.

“Weather Vanes!” Jack smacked the table, making everyone jump. “Of course, the reverse effect...”

“Will someone please explain for those of us who don’t speak geek!” A tired Owen was always a snarky Owen!

Jack leant forward “They’re ‘weather vanes’ but no-one knows their real name – they travel the universe seeking their partner...their one true soul mate. When they find them, they bond for eternity...“

“What do they look like?” Gwen was intrigued, despite the pounding headache from too much sugar and too little sleep.

“No-one knows – that’s the problem. They’re creatures of myth and legend whose mystical love stories play out against the stars – they’re not supposed to be planet bound. I’m guessing that this one got too close to our atmosphere and was pulled in by the gravitational field...or it could’ve been injured..?” he shrugged, “pure speculation...but that’s all we’ve got so it’ll have to do!”

“But you said it’s happy stuff so why is it raining?”

“Think about the traditional Swiss weather clocks – two little people: she comes out if it’s sunny, he comes out if it rains and never the twain shall meet! The reverse effect occurs here with our elusive weather vane...she’s stuck here on earth...Cardiff...and she’s broadcasting her sorrow at the lack of – or loss of – her mate which translates in our climate as non-stop rain...”

“...so in 1976 it was the male who was stranded...” Owen nodded his understanding. “But what about the tornadoes? That wasn’t usual..?”

“No, and it was only that one time as far as I can recall. They’re said to be very sensitive creatures so I’m assuming that something was done or said to upset them so we don’t take that risk...again just speculation...now we need to find her and her missing mate or Cardiff is going to drown. Any ideas?”

 “Did you notice if there were many people about when you went looking for that weevil earlier?” Ianto looked at Owen questioningly.

“No-one stupid enough to be out in that...” Owen scoffed, “only us...even the weevils had pissed off by the time we got there...”

“But if you were broadcasting a message then surely you’d be out looking for a reply..?” Ianto pondered thoughtfully before looking at the others, “...stands to reason that sensible people will be indoors so if there’s someone out alone it might well be our missing vane...”

“Makes sense...” Tosh agreed.

“So how are we going to...oh fuck! I’ve only just got dry!” Owen hung his head as he realised they’d be going back out into the rain.

Ianto glanced at the weary faces around the table. He gathered the empty mugs and slipped out of the room. Moments later he was back with shot glasses and Jack’s decanter. Plonking it on the table, he poured five shots of the amber liquid and handed them one each. Lifting their glasses, they downed their shots, feeling the warmth of the smoke-infused whisky as it burned down their throats and settled in their bellies like tiny fires as it spread outwards.

“Good call, Ianto, now let’s go... oh and Owen, don’t think I haven’t noticed your little drinking habit these last couple of days!” He shook his head, “you drink any more of my best whisky and you buy the next bottle!” He chuckled as Owen swore profusely under his breath, reaching for his still sopping coat...

 

Bundled up in coats, boots, scarves and gloves they hit the streets, comm. units activated as they split up to cover as much of the city in as little time as possible. By the time they’d been out an hour they were cold, wet through and the whisky fires had long since gone out...

The few people they’d seen were quickly eliminated as potential aliens and allowed to continue rushing to their destinations. After another forty minutes when they were all numb from the waist down, Jack called everyone to return to the hub, they’d get some rest and try again tomorrow.

As he and Gwen approached the Tourist Information Office from different directions they became aware of a lone figure leaning on the railing looking out over the rain-lashed murky grey of the bay. At this distance it was hard to tell age or even gender...

“Jack...”

“I see it, Gwen. Wait where you are....”

Gwen stepped back behind the building, blinking the incessant rain out of her eyes. Jack came up behind her and they peered round the corner. The figure hadn’t moved. “Tosh, Owen, Ianto...” Jack pressed his comm. unit. “Got a potential target by the bay, get here fast as you can, use the lift and monitor...Gwen and I’ll approach it...”

Three quiet affirmatives sounded in his ear and he nodded at Gwen, offering her his arm “shall we?”

She grinned and linked her arm through his, “lovely day for a stroll by the bay..!”

As they got closer they could see it was the figure of an elderly woman, her face worn and lined. They stopped a short distance away from her and looked out over the sea. Glancing sideways through his eyelashes Jack noted that the figure hadn’t moved or noted their presence in any way. “I love watching the sea on a rainy day, don’t you?” he said conversationally.

Unusual amber eyes flickered briefly in his direction before they resumed their unseeing gaze over the water. Jack nudged Gwen and nodded briefly.

“That dowdy old woman is a weather vane?” Gwen hissed incredulously, “I thought she’d be beautiful, not an...”

“Shut up, Gwen!” Jack was furious. After his warnings earlier...

It was too late. The figure turned towards them, expression set as those amber eyes swirled dangerously, reds and golds deepening their hue until they were like molten lava... A gnarled old finger lifted to point at Gwen who was now gaping like a goldfish.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean...” she gasped as Jack pushed her behind him, standing tall to face the enraged vane.

“She meant no disrespect...she’s young and has much to learn of the old ways...” he offered, spreading his arms in a gesture of openness.

The vane eyed him thoughtfully before crooking her finger and Jack was thrown aside to land in a breathless heap in a deep puddle. Gwen froze as the finger pointed at her once more. She saw the spark in the old woman’s eyes and dived sideways as a burst of energy shot from the extended finger, passing over her head to hit a young couple as they hurried through the rain, heads bent forward. The blast hit them and they disintegrated instantly, nothing to show they’d ever been there.

“Oh fuck!” Owen’s voice in their ears confirmed the others had been watching from inside the hub.

Gwen stood and faced the old woman. “I’m so very sorry...” she whispered, “and those people didn’t deserve to die so if you have to kill me I won’t resist...”

“Gwen...” Jack watched helplessly as the vane approached and stopped inches from the Welshwoman’s face. Gwen flinched but stood her ground. The old woman lifted her finger, pointing it at Gwen’s heart.

A tear trickled down Gwen’s face and she closed her eyes, mouthing her husband’s name. With her eyes shut she missed the damping down of the fire in the vane’s own eyes as they returned to their previous amber colour. The finger moved to track the tear, Gwen jumping when it touched her face, her eyes flying open.

“You have love...always stay true to him...” the voice was soft and mesmerising and filled the air around them. The old woman moved back and raised her arms over her head, spinning round, faster and faster until she was a blur, finally forming a tornado-type funnel that lifted off the ground and retreated up unto the sky until it closed in on itself and was gone. Moments later the rain stopped.

For a second or two there was silence, before the yells of the team sounded over their comm. units. Jack strode over to fold Gwen into a hug as the others piled out of the Tourist Information door to join them, relief on their faces.

They stared up at the sky, watching as it cleared little by little. “Is it gone?” Owen wondered aloud.

Tosh tapped her PDA. “I think so – those weather patterns have completely dispersed and we’re back to the forecast again...looks like rain tonight!” She smiled, “okay, cloudy, but dry!”

Jack ushered them all back inside. “Tosh, run a full check please, track everything until it vanished, Owen sort out towels and dry clothes for everyone, Ianto, coffee all round please...” he paused, “Gwen, my office...now” he added, the anger barely contained.

The others exchanged glances and hurried to their assigned tasks as Jack slammed his office door.

“What the fuck were you doing out there? And just what part of don’t upset them did you not understand? You realise that because of you two innocent people are dead..?”

Down on the main level they could hear Jack’s voice rising as Gwen was well and truly vituperated into the middle of next week. Owen handed a towel to Tosh as Ianto descended the stairs to join them, a laden tray in his hands. He put it on top of the files by Tosh’s workstation and accepted a towel from the medic as Jack’s door flew open and Gwen ran out, sobbing hard.

Jack followed her out, a mix of hurt and fury on his face. He watched as she snatched up her bag and stumbled towards the roller door.

“And Gwen...I meant every word, got that?”

She paused and nodded before the door clunked shut behind her. The others looked at each other and then up at their Captain who rubbed his hand wearily across his face. “I told her I’d retcon her back to the seventies if she pulled a stunt like that again and she’s to find out who that couple were, tell their families and arrange a suitable memorial...” He sighed. “Tosh, Owen, get yourselves home soon as, Ianto...” a tiny smile flickered across his face, “I could really use that coffee now...and a towel!” He shook his head and water flew everywhere.

Ianto grinned, picked up their coffee and draped a second towel around his neck, heading up the stairs. The office door closed behind him. Jack took the tray, placed it on the desk and pulled the Welshman into his arms as he buried his face into the young man’s neck to immerse himself in everything that was Ianto. Ianto’s arms closed around him and held him tightly.

They remained motionless for long minutes until the cold seeping through their soaked clothing forced them apart. As Ianto began stripping off his clothes, Jack sloshed some whisky in their coffee, swirling the remaining amber liquid around in the decanter before setting it back down.  He joined Ianto in removing his clothes and they picked up their mugs and climbed down the ladder. Moments later they were pressed up against each other in the shower as the steaming water cascaded down on them, sharing gentle kisses as the warmth penetrated their cold bodies.

Drying each other carefully they slid into bed and snuggled up, kissing softly as they fell into an exhausted sleep. Later that night Jack drank the last of the whisky himself before returning to the warm arms of his Welshman to kiss him into oblivion as they shared the lingering rich smoky flavour of the drink on Jack’s tongue and the temperature in the bunker rose...

End   

    

 

  

 


zazajb: (love me)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

The beauty inside...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened? Did it work?”

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

“Men aren’t beautiful, Jack...”

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

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

End

 

 

 


zazajb: (coming home)

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Burnt offerings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack chuckled quietly and allowed the Welshman to drink his coffee unmolested before hauling him to his feet and steering him gently towards the hole in the floor that led down to his bunker. “You are going to lie down...no...that’s an order – we’ve been up all night and you need to get some rest...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

 

 


zazajb: (Default)

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

It’s written in the stars

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

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

“Constellations..?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Graske”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m o...not permanently damaged...” he amended, “...they started the escalator and caught me off balance so I went down it backwards...no broken bones – just complete loss of dignity...no change there..!” he quipped heavily, pushing himself slowly to his feet and dabbing his handkerchief to the cut above his eye that was dripping blood irritatingly down his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Head to toe?”

“Promise!”

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

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

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

“You will?”

“Uh ha...head to toe...”

“No time like the present...”

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

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

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

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

End

 

 

zazajb: (only  him)

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

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

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

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

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

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

New season, new hope, new life...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...truncate...”

“huh?”

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

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

“what’s the cryptic clue?”

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

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

“How’d you know all this stuff..?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End


zazajb: (captain saluting)

Title: Rank has its privileges...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: A rift signature leads the team to a warehouse...Torchwood fun and frolics ensue!    Words 2050

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

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

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

A/N Written for the redisourcolour challenge #11 - Theme: Costumes; tissue paper, flying, silvery ‘Agrh, somebody get this thing off me!’

A/N1 This is for [livejournal.com profile] too_beauty  because the last one I wrote made her cry so this is the reset button she wanted!

 

Rank has its privileges...

“There it is again..!” Tosh frowned and leant forward as she peered closer at her screen. Her fingers raced across her keyboard as she endeavoured to track the elusive and fleeting rift signature that had appeared at the same time every day for the past week.

Jack bounced down the stairs to stand behind her. “what ‘ya got Tosh?”

“Not sure...there’s been this signal every day at this time over the past week – at first I thought it was just a flicker in the energy flows as it was so small, but yesterday I narrowed the bandwidth and today I got this...” she pointed at the tiny specks moving haphazardly on the screen. “So, any ideas..?”

Jack leant closer, “are they airborne do you think? It’d explain the haphazard movements...”

They both stared at the swirling pattern of dots... Ianto joined them, offering them the tray with steaming mugs of his awesome coffee which they took gratefully, Jack immediately cramming a large square of his favourite chocolate brownie into his mouth from the plate on the tray.

“mmnnnn s’lovely” he mumbled with his mouth full as Ianto rolled his eyes at him.

Gwen hung up the call from Andy and came over to join them. She took her mug from the tray and added her eyes to the three sets already following the aimless movements on the screen. Ianto offered the brownie plate round again before setting the tray, with the one remaining mug, to one side and the four of them sipped their drinks and munched as Tosh began tracking the signal...

A howl of protest floated up from autopsy, “Oi! Where’s my coffee tea boy? You’d better not be snogging him while my coffee’s going cold, Harkness..!”

There was a general chuckle from the group gathered around Tosh’s workstation. Jack picked up Owen’s mug and took it to the railings that overlooked the autopsy bay. “That’s Captain Harkness to you!” he pointed out mildly, “...count the stripes..!” He held the mug out as Owen looked up from the body of the slippery eel-type creature that’d washed up in the bay the previous day.

“And I drink that how?” Owen snarked, “seeing as how I’m elbow deep in this stinking crap...” he scowled down at the rancid smelling alien corpse.

“Just open your mouth and I’ll pour it from here – a mouth as big as yours, I’m sure to get some in..!” Jack grinned as the others sniggered.

“Ha ha, very funny!” Owen grinned back, “right, fish-face here can wait...I need my caffeine.” He dragged his hands out of the creature’s innards and washed them before bounding up the steps to grab his coffee from Jack’s outstretched hand. “Why thank you Captain!”

Owen followed Jack back to Tosh’s workstation where her fingers were now flying over the keyboard as she closed in on the elusive signal. “Got it! It’s a warehouse on the Cardiff Gate Business Park in Pontprennau...owned by Aspect Television...” she looked up at Jack, “if they’re true to form we’ve got about another twelve minutes until they’re gone again...”

“Okay kids, let’s go..!”

“All of us?” Owen sounded hopeful, the chance to delay his return to stinking fish guts an enticing possibility...

Ruffling the acerbic medic’s hair as he swept past him on his way to the door, Jack nodded, “but don’t you dare complain about my driving..!”

Owen grinned and followed in the wake of the billowing coat tails. Moments later they were speeding towards the Business Park, blue lights flashing, hanging on for grim death as Jack took corners at impossible speeds... With more luck than judgement, they screeched to a halt outside a warehouse at the far end of the park. It was locked with a rusty old padlock which suggested it had been a while since anyone had been inside.

Ianto had picked the lock before Gwen had even got the alien tech out her pocket. He shrugged, “we used to sneak into the Lido when we were kids...it was easier to pick the padlock than climb over the six foot fence!”

Jack squeezed Ianto’s arse as he went past, whispering in his ear so the others couldn’t hear “nice work, but you still can’t get out of those handcuffs..!” chuckling as the blush crept over his Welshman’s cheeks.

“Tosh?”Jack glanced at the pretty tech genius as she studied her hand held scanner.

“Two minutes, forty seconds if they follow the same pattern as before...far end of the warehouse...nothing to indicate that they’re hostile...whatever they are...”

“Gwen, Owen...take the left hand side; Tosh, Ianto...go right; I’ll take the centre...everyone ready?” Four heads nodded, his team each armed with torches and side-arms... They made their way into the building, eyes widening at the rows and rows of laden clothes racks and shelving units full of props...

Moving swiftly they made their way to the end of the warehouse, Tosh indicating that the signal had shifted to the left hand side. Gwen covered Owen as he moved towards some old fashioned heavy diving suits. As he got within touching distance there was a flash of light and the complete row of suits toppled towards him, knocking him off his feet and pinning him to the floor under a pile of metal...

The lights swooped around the rest of the team’s heads, diving down amongst them only to soar up to the high vaulted ceiling where they danced before sinking back down to weave amongst them once again... They were beautiful and radiated a feeling of bliss and contentment before another sudden flash...and they were gone.

The four standing looked at each other, serene smiles on their faces...until an exasperated yell from Owen dragged them back into the here and now, “Agrh, somebody get this thing off me..!” as he struggled to move under the weight of all the diving suits.

Jack looked down at the red faced medic and laughed. “Hang in there, Owen, we’ll get you out...”

They began shifting the tangled mass of metal off the cursing doctor, “just what the fuck was that anyway?”

Jack glanced at Ianto, “you know don’t you..?” seeing the Welshman’s tiny smile.

“They’re salus flies – a bit like our fireflies, apart from the fact that salus flies spread feelings of well being and contentment along with their light... I read about them in the archives, they seem to like our atmosphere...maybe they like to be near humans..?”

Owen grunted as he was finally free of the diving suits and Jack hauled him to his feet “then what the hell were they doing in a fucking abandoned warehouse..!” Owen was clearly unimpressed...

“...maybe we should get them back here...someone could use a bit of contentment and well-being right now!” Gwen muttered under her breath as the others chuckled, wiping the smiles off their faces with difficulty as Owen glowered at them.

He stalked over to the nearest rail of clothes, “what is this place?”

“Wardrobe and Prop Store 3B...” Ianto supplied helpfully

“How the hell did you know that?”

“I know everything!” Ianto deadpanned back, “and it says so on the inventory on the wall!”

Owen rifled through the rail, pulling out a men’s complete ensemble from the 1890s era. He held it up, “I always wanted to be a gentleman...” He swung round to face Jack, the question unasked but...

Jack grinned, “I don’t think it would hurt anyone if we made sure the costumes were unharmed after their alien visitors...” he grabbed Ianto’s hand and tugged him in the direction of the military uniforms as Gwen and Tosh headed for a rail of long gowns wrapped carefully in crisp sheets of tissue paper underneath the protective plastic covers.

Tosh pulled out a slim fitting elegant gown in a flowing silvery material, “I’m trying this one...” She grinned at Gwen who’d picked out a deep red low backed frock of raw silk, nipped in tightly at the waist. “Shall we..?” The girls moved behind another row of tightly packed rails as a makeshift changing room, giggling happily.

In the far corner, hidden amongst a vast array of uniforms, Jack had an armful of happy Welshman as he kissed him tenderly, hands caressing each other’s faces softly as their tongues slow danced against a backdrop of mounting desire... They broke apart gently, lips almost touching, as they shared warm breath and enjoyed the closeness of their bodies, relishing the stolen moment...

Jack threaded his fingers through Ianto’s hair as the younger man leant against him contentedly. They both smiled as delighted shrieks floated down from the other end of the building – Owen, Tosh and Gwen were admiring each other’s choices of costume. They sighed simultaneously at Gwen’s shout...

“We’ll be out in a minute...we’re still deciding...” Jack called back, ignoring the giggling that followed Owen’s muttered comment, the only word of which they could make out was ‘shagging’ so it was fairly obvious what was being suggested...

Ianto wriggled reluctantly out of Jack’s arms, shaking his head at the pout that appeared on his Captain’s face and ignoring the very prominent bulge in his trousers. “We’re not doing that in here, Jack so you can put those ‘puppy dog eyes’ away! Now, we need to find something to wear...”

Jack mumbled under his breath and drove his hands into his pockets, Ianto barely making out the disgruntled “spoilsport...you choose then...”

He grinned to himself as he spied the perfect outfits for them on the next rail. Gathering them up, he tugged Jack back into the mass of costumes and began removing his clothes, batting Jack’s groping hand away with a sly smile “...you play nicely now and we might have to borrow these for a little light role play when we get home...” he breathed against Jack’s ear.

The result was instantaneous! The pout was gone and his Captain was smartly attired in a full RAF Group Captain’s uniform within seconds and Ianto had to admit that the effect was stunning, confirmed by the sudden southwards rush of his entire blood supply! “Now turn away while I get dressed – I don’t want you to see me until I’m completely ready...” He leant forward, his lips, pink and swollen from their kisses, brushing the older man’s ear as he purred throatily “...it’ll be worth it, I promise...”

Jack turned away obediently, grinning happily...this certainly made a nice change to the usual alien encounters, plus the enticement of some fun when the others had gone home... He adjusted his trousers carefully and forced his thoughts away from the tantalising knowledge that there was a nearly naked Welshman behind him....

Ianto smoothed down his shirt for the final time, satisfied that he was as pristine as possible. “Okay Jack, you can turn round now...”

Jack spun round and his mouth fell open. Ianto smirked at the very obvious bodily response and pushed his chest out, thrusting his medals forward.

Jack let out a low growl of want and reached forward, “c’m here gorgeous, I’m going to snog you senseless...” his eyes darkening with lust...

Ianto suppressed a grin and stepped back out of reach “I think that should be ‘I’m going to snog you senseless Sir!” He tapped his epaulettes as Jack looked puzzled, “Air Marshall, Captain...count the stripes!” as he grabbed at Jack’s shirt and hauled him forward, “now Captain, snog me senseless!”

Jack’s grin lit up the building “yes, Sir!” as he pressed their mouths together, lips soft and responsive under his own, gentle moans lost into the kiss... As the Air Marshall melted against his Captain, Ianto reflected for the briefest of moments that rank definitely had its privileges before his Captain tightened his arms around him and proceeded to kiss him into oblivion...

End

 

Owen’s diving suit http://www.phnx-international.com/atmospheric%20diving.htm

 


zazajb: (kiss mine jack ianto)

Title: I won’t send roses...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Summary:   Set mid s2, Alien flowers, an infatuation and enough blackmail photos to last a lifetime! Words 2350

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - anything you recognise belongs to RTD and the BBC, this is purely for fun.
X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Written for the redisourcolour challenge #10  - Theme: Flowers; wipe, route, clear ‘Thank you so much’

A/N1 Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] jedi_harkness  because the last one I wrote her made her cry so I owe her a smile!

I won’t send roses...

Jack..!” Tosh frowned as she listened to the emergency call in her ear, before turning to look up at her boss who was leaning on the railings outside his office, his eyes fixed on the perfectly attired, blue pinstriped-clad backside of his beloved Welshman as he handed out the mugs of coffee on the main floor of the hub.

“Huh? Tosh..?” Jack blinked and refocused, turning his gaze towards the pretty tech genius.

Tosh indicated her comm. unit “...really odd call from the electricity board to the police...it sounds like they had a suspect house stealing power so they asked for police presence, turns out it was draining power from next door so the police thought it might me a cannabis farm and now everyone’s declaring their undying love... The dispatch caller is a bit confused and I must admit, I am too...now PC 726 is singing...uh, ‘everything I do, I do it all for you..!” She pulled her comm. unit out her ear and dropped it onto her desk “I can’t listen to that – the man’s completely tone deaf! It sounds like a case for Torchwood!”

Jack grinned and slid down the handrail, landing with a thud at Ianto’s feet as the Welshman approached the stairs. He cupped his hands around the young man’s face and planted a wet and noisy kiss on his lips before grabbing his mug off the tray and bouncing over to Tosh’s workstation.

Ianto blushed and grinned happily at the same time, Jack’s unexpected displays of affection always secretly thrilled him, yet never failed to turn his face pink...

“Put the bloody tea boy down, Harkness!” Owen leant on the wall at the top of the steps from autopsy, sipping his coffee. It was a slow day alien-wise and the medic was putting off the inevitable – namely tackling his mountainous backlog of reports that covered his desk in haphazard piles... In the meantime it was much more fun to tease Ianto!

Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack blew him a kiss and smiled sweetly at the acerbic medic, “haven’t you got reports to do..lots and lots of reports..?” the comment enough to wipe the smirk off his face instantly.

Owen scowled and detached himself from the wall as he glanced at Jack, waiting for the ‘well get on with them then’ command which signalled the end of his tease-the-tea-boy interlude... His expression changed to one of relief as Jack read the transcript of the emergency call and handed out assignments, “Owen, as our resident alien flora expert, you’re with me...Ianto, you and Tosh see what you can find out about the history of this house...the usual...oh, and contact Gwen – when she’s done retconning the library staff, get her to find out what’s happening with that police constable with the bad taste in music...” he paused and scanned the screen, “...PC 726...” he grinned, “ok, kids, let’s go!”

He strode over to the roller door where Ianto was now waiting with his coat and the keys to the SUV. Sliding into the heavy wool he leant back into the touch as Ianto smoothed it over his shoulders, the action intimate and familiar. He turned and pressed a light kiss on the end of his Welshman’s button nose before sweeping through the door, his coat billowing impressively behind him.

Tosh giggled as Owen stopped in front of Ianto and playfully pursed up his lips “don’t I get a kiss goodbye?”

The eyes rolled “...in your dreams Owen!”

O-w-e-n..!” floated back down the corridor and the medic grinned before hurrying after his Captain.

Tosh and Ianto chuckled as the roller door closed; an exuberant Jack always had an enlivening effect on the team so it was good to have something other than paperwork to work on as Jack positively chafed with nothing but reports to do...

“Okay, you see what you can find out about that house and I’ll check in with Gwen...” Ianto moved across to Gwen’s workstation and opened the archived files on alien flora as he called Gwen’s mobile.

“Hi, you done with the li...yeah, can you get over to the cop shop and check up on a PC 726, sorry, don’t have a name...bad case of singing the blues...Jack and Owen have gone to check out a house with suspect flowers...I know, just in time for Valentine’s...” He paused as Tosh waved at him, “Right, gotta go...yeah, they’re on comms...I’ll let you know if we find anything...”

Snapping his mobile closed he moved to stand behind Tosh as she pointed at her screen. The owner of the house, one Toby Miles, 24, six counts of petty theft and handling stolen goods, had a rather unusual advert on-line...he was apparently guaranteeing – or your money back! – that one sniff of his love potion Paper Whites would bring undying love from the object of your desire... Why send a dozen red roses when you can give one Paper White... emblazoned across the screen...

Tosh pointed to the price and their mouths fell open, “thirty quid for one flower?” Ianto was incredulous, watching as Tosh called up the species specifics...

‘Paper Whites (Narcissus tazetta) are one of the smaller flowered Narcissi which belong to the Jonquilla cultivar. Their bright white flowers are quietly fragrant...’ they read together.

Ianto touched his comm. unit. “Jack..?”

“Hang on a minute...Owen...enough! we’ve got work to do, quit fooling about..! Okay, Ianto?”

“We’ve identified the owner, a Toby Miles, and he’s got an interesting ad on the net that claims one sniff of his magic flowers will map a direct route to the heart of your chosen Valentine...”

There was a scuffling sound at the other end, followed by some heavy breathing and a muttered curse...

“Jack...?”

“It would seem that his claim is correct and not just your chosen Valentine! I’d say it works on the first person you see after you’ve inhaled its scent...Owen has, shall we say, shown some unusual interest in me since he examined these bloody flowers...”

Ianto felt the sudden grumblings of jealousy at the thought of his Captain and their medic, even though he knew that the idea was ridiculous... He bit his lip...hard...

“Ianto?” Jack’s voice held a mix of impatience and anxiety, “...you know there’s nothi...”

“We’ve got the ad on the screen...” Ianto cut across Jack, “can you send us a picture of the actual plant so we can check it against the alien database...we might find a way to counteract the effects...”

“Yes please..!” Jack groaned as Owen whined plaintively in the background, “please...Jack, I just want to hold your coat...”

“Photo, Jack, now...and you can tell him that’s my job!” He looked at Tosh as she nodded; the picture was up on screen... Together they compared the photo with the file they’d downloaded on Paper Whites and there were clear similarities but the loft full of white flowers were most definitely of alien origin...

Ianto stepped across to Gwen’s workstation and began a search through the alien flora database. Moments later the screen flashed – it had found a match... “Jack...we’ve found a match on the database and they’re Amaryllidaceae...bad news is their scent is a powerful aphrodisiac but it doesn’t say how to counteract the effects... I’m going to have a look in the archives in case there’s something down there – I’m sure I read something about mind control flora, but no name...”

“Okay, let me know as soon as you find anything... Tosh, any luck tracing this Toby Miles yet? We need to know where these things came from...”

“Nothing yet Jack...I’ll let you know...”

“Do that...have you heard from Gwen yet?”

“Jack...Tosh?”

“Gwen – perfect timing...what’ve you got for us?”

“I’ve found Toby Miles – here in the cells, he’s been arrested for stalking his Post-woman...and PC 726 has been sedated by the police doctor. Apparently he was trying to serenade one of the blokes from the Electricity board... Do you want me to bring Toby and the PC back to the hub?”

“Yeah, shove them in a cell till we get back and then could you work with Tosh to find the Post-woman and the Electric guy – we might need them if we ever find out how to break the effects...”

“Okay, I’m on it...” Gwen clicked her comms off.

“Tosh...I’m going to seal this place off and come back to the hub with my new biggest fan...could you sort out a hyper sedative to have ready when we get back...just in case I need to stop Owen from hurting himself – we don’t know how powerful this effect is yet...”

“No problem...we’ll be ready...”

Gwen had been back five minutes when Jack and Owen arrived. Owen trailed in after Jack like a lovesick puppy with a look of total adoration on his face. The girls giggled when Jack stopped to look at the screens with Toby’s advert and the alien database entry and Owen sidled in close enough to stroke his fingers through Jack’s hair, making the Captain jump. He glared round as Owen whispered reverently to no-one in particular, “...soft hair...lovely hair...”

Owen turned to Gwen, “I love his hair...soft lovely hair...I love my Captain...” he sighed wistfully and moved in closer.

Stifling their giggles, the girls watched as Jack slid an arm around Owen’s shoulders and the medic visibly swooned, resting his head on the older man’s chest. “It keeps him quiet!” he said briefly, “now any luck with our two other potential Valentines?”

Tosh nodded, I’ve got the addresses for both and Gwen’s just off to bring them in.

“Good, do whatever it takes. Hopefully we’ll have a cure by the time you get back...that’ll be good won’t it Owen?” he squeezed the medic’s shoulders as Owen smiled dreamily and snuggled in closer.

The roller door closed behind Gwen as Ianto reappeared from the archives, a dusty file in his hand. “Found it!” his eyebrows arched into his hair as he took in the sight of his Captain with an armful of adoring medic. Jack met his gaze apologetically and shook his head minutely as the Welshman moved to take his coat, earning himself a murderous glare from the besotted doctor.

“Is there a cure in there?”

“Yep...but...”

“I don’t care what it is! Just spit it out – I can’t take much more of this! Remind me never to complain about his moods and sarcasm ever again..!”

Ianto grinned. “This is one of the original Torchwood House files. It describes a white flower that was believed to have demonic powers...”

Jack sighed heavily, “the cure first...history lesson after...” he looked wearily into Ianto’s clear blue eyes, “...please...”

“You have to kiss him...”

What?!

“The infatuation is broken by a kiss...just like a fairy princess asleep in a tower...” Ianto broke off as Tosh giggled.

“You sure about this?”

“Yep! Sixteen cases documented, all cured, although the infected were then imprisoned for witchcraft so not the best outcome I guess... Oh, and extreme cold prevents release of the offending pollen...”

Jack caught Tosh’s eye and glanced up at the hidden CCTV cameras. The tech genius grinned and nodded as Jack tugged Owen into the open space between the work stations before sliding a hand behind his head and pressing their mouths together. Owen gasped and tangled his hands into Jack’s hair as he kissed back enthusiastically while Ianto looked on reluctantly, conflicting emotions battling it out in his head.

As they watched, Owen suddenly froze and the hands threading through Jack’s hair stilled, pulling his head back to break the kiss. “...what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Saving you from the effects of an alien flower...cure comes kiss-wrapped – and apparently, it works!”

“Well thank you so much!” Owen snarked, obviously by way of thanks, dragging himself out of Jack’s embrace and wiping his mouth with his hand. He glanced over towards Ianto, “I could murder a coffee!”

Ianto rolled his eyes and headed towards the kitchen. They could all do with one, he thought as he pondered his reaction to the recent events. By the time the coffee was ready, Jack had debriefed a now rather embarrassed Owen who’d been given the job of ensuring that their other victims also received the appropriate cure from the imminent arrivals – Gwen was on her way in with the two rather bemused unwitting Valentines.

As Owen took them down to the cells to dispense first their cure and then a nice cup of retcon-laced tea, Gwen and Tosh printed out dozens of stills from the CCTV footage of Jack and Owen’s kiss and decorated every surface in autopsy with them, Jack and Ianto watching fondly from above.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Ianto murmured as he leant contentedly against his Captain.

“Your brief spell as a magic tea dragon?”

“Yeah, and Owen’s wild decorating of the kitchen with flags and stuffed toy dragons...” The Welshman grinned, “...this feels like a bit of divine retribution...but there’s no way I’m singing to him!”

Jack chuckled and leant in for a kiss, relishing the feel of those soft and sensual lips as they moved sweetly against his own and they lost themselves in the moment. Breaking apart after long enjoyable minutes, panting softly, Ianto brushed his lips against Jack’s ear, “Jack...about Valentine’s Day...”

Shuddering with mounting desire, Jack stroked his thumb tenderly down the side of Ianto’s face. “Don’t worry” he whispered, leaning in to capture his lips once more, “I won’t send roses...” as their kiss deepened and the stresses of the day faded into oblivion.

End

 Paper Whites http://www.theflowerexpert.com/content/growingflowers/growingflowers/paper-whites

  


zazajb: (you)

Title: I’ll name that part in one... 
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of, set some time in s2 [before Reset]
Summary: After watching the start of a terrible game show, it’s time to play a game of their own...

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
Written for Redisourcolour challenge #9 Senses: water, radio, stars

Dedicated to the amazing Lawford for her birthday on Monday J

X-posted Jantolution & jackxianto & tw_classic [apologies to those getting this numerous times!]

 

I’ll name that part in one!

They’d had an uneventful day...a relatively stress-free day...unless you counted Owen bellowing for the tea boy because he needed ‘help’ clearing up the explosive remains of a Greknoid larvae and thus interrupting a rather enjoyable snogging session in the kitchen whilst the afternoon coffee brewed... They’d tried ignoring the acerbic medic in the hope that he’d actually clear up the mess himself, but he’d just yelled louder until he’d annoyed Gwen and Tosh as well...

“It’s no good...He’ll just keep yelling...tell him I’ll be there in a minute, when I’ve poured the coffee...” Ianto wriggled regretfully out of Jack’s embrace “...and I might just make our rather excitable doctor a nice cup of decaf...”

Jack chuckled, pressed a light kiss to the end of his Welshman’s nose and headed out to the main hub to inform Owen that operation clear-up would commence shortly, the sight of the slime covered, wiry and seriously pissed off medic drawing loud snorts of laughter from the Captain as he peered over the railing to look down into autopsy...

So, that had been the highlight of the day as far as alien action was concerned. As soon as Ianto had appeared, sensibly changed out of his suit into a snug black boiler suit that really showed off his gorgeous body, the top poppers undone to allow a ‘v’ of soft downy hair on his chest to peek through and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows in a way that made Jack’s mouth water, Owen had stopped yelling and stomped off to the showers, grabbing his coffee off the tray on his way past.

Don’t...say...anything..!” he muttered as he left a trail of sticky footprints across the floor.

Considerately, they’d waited till he was almost out of hearing range before they’d broken down into hysterical laughter, his faint “...tossers!” floating back at them.

By the time Owen had returned, freshly scrubbed and changed, his autopsy bay looked pristine again and it was Ianto heading for the shower...Ianto plus one, as might appear on a party invitation... Jack was conspicuous by his absence, so...no thought required to work out what would be going on in that cubicle!

Jack had sent everyone home by five, leaving himself and Ianto to finish up the daily tasks. They’d worked through these efficiently, each secure in their routine and were ready to leave themselves by six thirty. Jack transferred the rift alert to his wrist strap and they bundled into the SUV to their...Ianto’s...flat...where along the line it had become ‘their’ flat..?

Ianto cooked pasta, Jack laid the table. Ianto made coffee, Jack made himself comfortable on the sofa and flicked through the channels... He was cringing at an ancient rerun of some game show when Ianto brought the coffee through...

“What’s this rubbish you’re watching?”

“Dunno! They have to guess the tune or something in so many notes...they’re not very good at it! That guy only had one note and he had no idea...why would you only give yourself one note..?” Jack’s voice was incredulous as he shook his head at the TV.

Ianto grinned. For all his long, long life, Jack was a child when it came to game shows...usually really awful game shows! “It’s called ‘Name that tune’ and it was apparently very popular...” he quirked an eyebrow, wondering how anything this tacky could ever have been considered good viewing material...however...it gave him an idea...

He reached across and gently, but firmly, removed the remote from Jack’s hand, pressing the standby button. Instant silence...better!

“I was watching that..!”

J a c k . . .” Ianto’s tone had Jack’s attention immediately. He knew that tone...loved that tone...it held promise and seduction and sent shivers of anticipation down his spine. He turned his head to meet the Welshman’s lips, soft and responsive, his arms reaching out to tug the young man onto his lap as he was kissed to within an inch of his life… He felt a needy whimper building as Ianto pulled back, the pair of them flushed and breathless, bereft when the warmth of his body moved away…

Ianto was groping in his jacket pocket, the jacket that hung neatly over the back of a chair…the Welshman was very particular about keeping his clothes in pristine condition…something he managed remarkably well considering some of the things they dealt with at Torchwood… Jack’s mind wandered, remembering a rather tricky encounter with a sentient Recluzian plant…it’s glistening silver flowers shaped like stars, it’s trailing feelers laced with acid…no…Ianto’s suit hadn’t survived that particular event…

He was dragged from his reverie when his mouth was reclaimed passionately and his arms were suddenly full of delicious Welshman… He surrendered willingly to the invasion of his mouth by Ianto’s tongue, that active member mapping every contour thoroughly…pleasurably…

They came up for air, warm and tingling, resting foreheads together… Jack realised there was music playing quietly - gorgeous, soul-stirring music…Now you say you’re sorry for being so untrue, well you can cry me a river…

“It’s the ‘Ella Fitzgerald Hour’ on the radio” Ianto supplied in response to the questioning tilt of his Captain’s head. Jack nodded, pressing for another kiss, which was happily and generously supplied until they broke apart gasping for breath…

Ianto settled more comfortably on Jack’s lap. “You wanna play a game...?” he growled suggestively into the older man’s ear, hot breath on his skin sending trails of goose bumps running in all directions, converging and settling in his groin…

Ianto grinned at the look in Jack’s eyes, reading lust, longing and affection in equal measure. He stroked a finger lightly down the older man’s cheek, smiling softly as he leant into the touch. “It’s called ‘Name that Part!’ chuckling at the raised eyebrow as he loosened his tie and slid the length of silk slowly out of his collar. Jack’s eyes widened until they were hidden from sight when Ianto used the tie to blindfold him…

Pressing a quick kiss to his Captain’s lips Ianto slid off his lap and stood up. Jack reached out automatically, his hands clawing the air as the Welshman skipped playfully out of reach.

“Hands in your lap…no touching…just listen…ok?”

Jack nodded and took a deep breath in, attempting to slow his rapid heartbeat…this was sensual and exciting… He closed his eyes behind the tie and concentrated on the sounds in the room…

Ianto moved closer, the intoxicating aroma that was just Jack flooding his senses… He stopped within arms’ reach, trusting the older man to behave…for the time being at least! He stroked his hands over the fabric of his waistcoat, moving to undo the buttons…slowly…deliberately, his tongue swiping over his lips as he concentrated on his movements. He slid the waistcoat off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, moving on to his cufflinks and then his shirt buttons…his breathing hitching as he began moving his hips, his head arching back…his eyes closing…

Jack listened to the rustling of the fabric, his memories of previous encounters supplying the images to match the sounds…recalling how the cool silk back of the waistcoat slid fluidly through his fingers as he’d slowly unwrapped his Welshman, layer by layer until they were pressed skin to skin…

 Ianto’s cufflinks clinked together as he slid them into his trousers pocket…

Jack’s mind blazed the gorgeous image of the gradual exposure of Ianto’s chest with its covering of soft downy hair…hair that Jack loved to run his fingers through as he sought out the young man’s nipples, teasing the sensitive nubs, following the path of his fingers with his tongue, swirling around the responsive flesh… A soft moan escaped his lips…

Ianto echoed his Captain’s moan as he dropped his shirt to the floor, the fabric rustling as the crisp cotton, warm from his body, crumpled on top of the discarded waistcoat. The lower-pitched clunk of stainless steel against leather broadcast the unbuckling of his belt…a swift slithering sound followed as he pulled it from the belt loops and a soft thud declared it dropped on to the pile on the floor…

His fingers fumbled with the button and clasp on his trousers, his fingers brushing the hot swelling struggling to break free from the confines of his clothing… He slid the zip down and gasped as he pushed trousers and boxers down together to pool around his ankles…

Jack’s hand began stroking his own inner thigh as he listened to the unmistakable sounds of Ianto’s growing arousal, the tiny pants as the Welshman inched his zip down and the shuffle as he toed out of his shoes and socks…the soft dragging sound as tangled trousers and underwear were kicked away…that meant he was naked now…

Jack’s hand drifted higher up his thigh to stroke the prominent bulge in his trousers…his other hand reached out towards the sounds…

“Wait Jack…you can touch in a minute…” he stepped closer and leant down to press their lips together, sliding his tongue into Jack’s welcoming mouth where they duelled excitedly, moans escaping them both… It took considerable willpower for Ianto to break the kiss and move back, breathing heavily…

“Right, name that part works just like that game show you were watching…you get to use three, two or one finger to touch a part of my body. If you name it right you get a reward…the lower the number, the better the reward…ready..?”

Jack’s face lit up. He liked the sound of this game… “Three!” he said. Ianto took his outstretched hand and brushed three fingers down his cheek towards his jawline.

“Your face!” Jack said instantly, “…your cheek’s soft but then you’ve got the rougher feel of the stubble as you go lower…”

“Correct!” He planted a quick kiss on his lover’s lips. “That’s your reward!”

“Oh! Jack caught on – more risk, better rewards – now he understood the contestants’ desire to ‘name that tune in one’… “One!”

Ianto grinned and bushed Jack’s index finger along the crease at the back of his knee, lifting his leg off the floor to confuse his Captain…

Jack screwed his face up…thinking hard…

“Can you do it again?”

Ianto repeated the touch.

“…soft…warm…smooth and sensitive…you’re ticklish here…” he grinned, recalling some rather pleasurable explorations of the young man’s body with his tongue – on a mission to discover all the ticklish spots… “…back of your knee!” he said triumphantly, gasping as Ianto crushed their mouths together, cradling his neck with one hand and tangling the other in his hair… His arms closed automatically around the Welshman, relishing the feel of his bare skin, running his fingers lightly up and down his spine as their wild kiss deepened and passions rose…

Pulling apart to replenish their oxygen supply, Ianto stepped back, despite his body demanding he stay! “Next!” he gasped.

“One! Definitely…one!”

Ianto touched Jack’s finger to his left nipple, his breath hitching at the shivers of desire incited by the light touch…

“Nipple!” Jack’s voice was heavy with want.

Ianto moaned with pleasure and flung himself back into his Captain’s arms and they writhed together, Jack’s hands wandering excitedly over Ianto’s bare skin, Ianto sliding Jack’s braces down and attacking his shirt buttons, tugging both shirt and t-shirt out from his trousers as he undid belt, button and zip before they paused to draw breath…

“You win that round...!” he panted, “…now the final…and this time you only get to use your tongue..!” Breathless and trembling with desire, he still found time to grin at the sight of his gorgeous Captain – clothes rumpled and undone, hair wildly dishevelled, lips pink and swollen…his tongue sticking out ready for the final challenge…

Ianto held his elbow up to Jack’s tongue. “Lick!” he commanded, Jack’s taste-buds getting the salty tang of sweat and the heady unique taste that was Ianto, wrapped in the delicious flavour of desire...

“Rougher than the back of your knee...firm...a joint...again?”

Ianto held out his elbow obligingly and Jack’s tongue pressed against it...

“Elbow..!” he said decisively, holding his arms out for his prize, his face falling when his hands were taken and squeezed gently, but the Welshman’s warm body failed to return to his embrace.

Ianto moved closer, bending down to murmur in his Captain’s ear, “...you need to open your mouth for your reward...”he purred, smirking at the instant reaction from Jack’s body which was mirrored in his own, “...and then it’s my turn...”

He guided Jack’s hands to his hips as he was pulled forward, his grin wide as he stated confidently, “I’ll name that part in one..!”

End

 

 


zazajb: (convention silliness)

Title: Torchwood in the habit...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, mild references to M/M, occasional language
Pairings/Characters: Jack, Ianto, team
Spoilers – set some time during s2 [before Reset], no spoilers as far as I’m aware
Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html
Summary: Torchwood does Sister Act...with a twist and a few over-ripe peaches!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

Xposted to Jantolution & jackxianto

A/N Written for Crossover: challenge # 008 Redisourcolour

 

Torchwood in the habit...      redisourcolour challenge #8: crossover 

“Oh, great...another one..? That’s just brilliant – do tell me where I’m going to put it..!” Owen grumbled loudly as Ianto shifted the body bag uncomfortably on his shoulder.

“I don’t give a shit, just as long as it’s off my bloody shoulder...” Ianto snapped, fed up with being griped at for things so far beyond his control it was laughable, “...only make up your mind now because this one’s got spikes and they’re digging in...” he growled some very expressive and unintelligible words in Welsh as Owen broke out laughing and unceremoniously dumped the body on the floor where he stood. He walked elegantly up the steps, brushing his suit down carefully and was straightening his tie when he came face to face with his Captain who caught the end of the red silk and hauled it towards him, brushing their lips together lightly...

“Are you upsetting our medic again..?” he grinned, as the crashing sound of surgical instruments hitting the floor followed by some equally fervent swear words in perfectly understandable English floated up from autopsy.

“He seems to be his usual happy self...” Ianto quipped back, glancing around quickly before sliding his arms around Jack’s neck to pull him in for a proper kiss, Jack’s hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as they melted against each other.

“Oi, tea boy, put him down...I got a roomful of dead alien nuns that need shifting...”

They broke apart to see Owen glaring at them, his hands on his hips. Jack merely smiled, pressing his lips softly against his Welshman’s, before releasing him. “I think Owen needs you...I’ll go get the others...”

Owen howled, “...what...more..? You have got to be joking...where am I going to put them? It’s standing room only already!”

Ianto chuckled, “...just another two...I’ll go downstairs and empty out your current residents...I’m assuming that you’re done with that Blowfish..?”

Owen grunted in reply, “...thanks...” he muttered, turning on his heel to stomp back down the steps, a few more choice swear words echoing round as he tripped over the scattered implements on the floor...

Still grinning, Ianto headed down to the lower levels and the morgue to clear space for their latest guests, humming under his breath...

Meanwhile, Gwen was escorting the Mother Superior...or whatever she was under the nun’s outfit...down to the interview room for a few choice questions – one of which would be why there was a convent full of assorted aliens in the middle of Cardiff..!

Tosh gathered up her portable scanner and PDA and went to join Owen in autopsy...hopefully she’d be able to identify the different species whilst Owen found out what had killed them, landing Torchwood with nine dead aliens in one hit and a massive headache...

Team Torchwood swung into motion... Jack and Gwen faced the Mother Superior who had now reverted to her natural appearance - Gwen found it a little unnerving whilst Jack found it strangely comforting to see a cat in a habit...he was starting to get old now, he thought ruefully...nothing really surprises me any more...

“So, Sister, how long have you been hiding your little gathering from us...though I have to admit the guise of Carmelite nuns is pretty impressive – it’s the last place on earth I’d think of to go looking!”

“I am Sister Haine and we are all students...” the cat leant forward and spread her paws in a gentle gesture very much in keeping with her attire. Her voice was soft...she made a good nun! “We offer a place for those from off-world to study the human race from within without the need to have much interaction...you are such fascinating people...one of our number was originally from St Catherine’s in San Francisco in the country called America. She sang for the Pope...we saw the playbacks...it was amazing – the story went round the universe – over a trillion hits on Earth-tube!

She sat back, sadness replacing the animated expression. “I do not know what caused this tragic loss of life...we live simply, we observe...we have no ulterior motives...”

Jack and Gwen exchanged glances. Jack put his hand over Sister Haines’s paw, “...don’t worry, we’ll find out... now Gwen will take you back to your Convent...” He leant towards Gwen, muttering quietly, “...stay with her...keep an eye out...” Gwen nodded, understanding at once.

In autopsy, Tosh was running scans, Owen was conducting post mortems and a rather fed up Ianto was moving bodies around as directed by the acerbic medic... “...right, get rid of the Laipstis...now get me the green cactus-face...the one you kindly dumped on my floor earlier..!”

“Ooh, it’s a Vinvocci...” enthused Tosh, tapping away on her PDA...”...they’re reputed to be among the most technologically advanced species in the universe....”

“Yea, we’ll they’d need to be...looking like that’s gotta be a handicap...” Owen cut into the body and grimaced, turning away hurriedly, “God, that’s disgusting..!”

Ianto grinned and backed away as the stench of the alien’s innards floated outwards. “I’ll go make some coffee...” he quickened his pace – the aroma really was foul!

Owen muttered under his breath, pulling a mask over his face and tossing one to Tosh as he beckoned her over... “...see that? It’s the same in all of them so far...I think we got our cause of death...”

Ianto was sorting out beans and mugs in the kitchen when Jack sauntered in casually, pushed the door closed and gathered the Welshman into his arms, kissing him passionately, smiling against the soft and sensual mouth as tiny sighs of pleasure escaped the young man who melted against him. He nibbled on Ianto’s bottom lip, sliding his tongue into his mouth to map every contour, hands now raking over bodies and fisting through hair as their passions rose...

They came up for air, briefly, before sinking back into more hot, wet, knee-melting kisses that grew progressively wilder as they writhed against each other, hands fumbling with belts and buttons, pressing against the bulges that strained against the restrictive confines of their trousers...

“Oi, Jack...put the tea boy down...!” the yell came from out in the main hub. “You’re not in your office so you gotta be up there...Tosh and I’ll be in the boardroom with the results of my findings...make sure he brings coffee..!”

Ianto rested his forehead against Jack’s as he caught his breath, “...that’s twice today he’s interrupted us..!”

Jack grinned, pressing a light kiss to the end of his nose, “...what are you thinking..? Decaf?”

Ianto smirked, “I was thinking more like instant!”

Jack shuddered, “yuk! That’s harsh punishment! Remind me not to upset you!”

“Ok...” Ianto relented, “...decaf will do...” He captured Jack’s lips gently before steering him out the door, “I’ll be down in a minute with the coffee...”

They sat around the table sipping their coffee as Owen loaded his findings up on the view screen, blissfully unaware he was drinking decaf. “Ok, so this is what’s landed us with Torchwood’s version of Sister Act...”

What is that?” Jack stared at Owen

That is a peach, Jack!”

“No...I meant what is Sister Act?”

Owen stared at him, “...you’ve never heard of Sister Act? You need to see it – film, about a bar room singer who witnesses a murder so the detective hides her in a convent while they wait for a trial date – Whoopi Goldberg in a habit...great fun...and they say it was based on real life events... Homework for you and tea boy here is to watch it...”

Ianto grimaced, he hated that film...for a moment he regretted his decision to not give Owen instant coffee...next time he wouldn’t be so forgiving..! He leant forward, “...right, singing nuns aside, what is the significance of the peach?”

Owen grinned, “...they’d all eaten fresh peaches very recently, I’d say soft, over-ripe peaches, which fermented in their stomachs and basically they died from alcohol poisoning...” he glanced across at Tosh for confirmation.

Nodding agreement, Tosh tapped on her PDA and pulled up pictures of the different species they’d identified under the nun’s outfits. “These are the ones we’ve been able to match to our database – in fact, there’s only one we don’t yet know what it is, but it doesn’t really matter...they’ve all got an intolerance to the natural acid sugar in soft fruit – their systems are just not cut out to deal with it, so it stayed in their bodies and fermented...I expect you’ll find they were behaving strangely an hour or so before they succumbed – basically, they were drunk, but because it didn’t pass through them it carried on fermenting and poisoned them!”

Jack nodded. “Good work, let’s get them stashed in the morgue and call it a day... I’ll call Gwen...”

Owen stood up, “...guess they died ‘nun’ too happy..! ” he chortled as he sauntered back down to autopsy, delighted with his own joke.

Ianto frowned as the medic left the boardroom. Jack looked at him, “You ok?”

“Yeah, fine...” he forced a smile and started collecting the mugs.

“No, you’re not...” Jack wasn’t fooled. He pulled the Welshman into his arms and held him tight. “What’s up..?”

Ianto buried his face in Jack’s neck. “You’ll laugh...” he mumbled.

“No I won’t...” immediately forcing a grin away...Ianto was so sweet when he was embarrassed... ”...tell me...”

“I don’t like nuns...they...scare me...” he tensed in Jack’s hold, bracing himself for whatever came next...relaxing a little when Jack merely tightened his hold and dropped a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “When I first saw that film I was about eight and I had nightmares for weeks about them all in black, especially the one with all that hair at the end when she’s in front of the Pope...” He lifted his head to make sure Jack wasn’t laughing at him.

“Oh, sweetheart...we’ll watch it together...” He pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “...and I promise to make sure you don’t have any nightmares...ok?” Tugging Ianto closer, he reclaimed his exquisite mouth and they lost themselves in delicious kisses, their senses soaring as their bodies responded eagerly...picking up where they’d left off earlier, desire raging through them as they tore at each other’s buttons...

They jumped as the comm system burst into life and Owen’s voice blared over the speakers, “...if you two could hold off shagging for a bit longer, I need some help shifting these bloody nuns down to the morgue...two minutes tea boy...” The comms shut down.

Panting hard, Ianto bit his lip. He met Jack’s amused gaze with a roll of his eyes...”that’s three times now...” he raised an eyebrow...

Jack nodded his agreement, “...tomorrow – definitely instant! Come on, the sooner we shift these bodies, the sooner he’ll go home...”

He planted a lingering kiss on those wonderful kiss swollen lips before following him out the door and down to autopsy, chuckling as Ianto muttered darkly, “three interruptions...three days on instant...that’ll get him out of that habit...with or without the bloody nuns!

End

  

  


zazajb: (adorable ianto)

Title: Casino Electro
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, mild references to M/M, occasional language
Pairings/Characters: Jack, Ianto, team
Spoilers – set some time after Out of the Rain, brief mention of this episode
Summary: The team plan a surprise for Ianto’s birthday, words 2450
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

Xposted to Jantolution & jackxianto

A/N Written for James Bond: challenge # 007 Redisourcolour

 

Casino Electro...      James Bond redisourcolour challenge # 007

“Oh, you have got to be joking!” Owen snarked disgustedly, “...there’s no way I’m dressing up like a dog’s dinner...” he glared at Gwen and Tosh as they giggled.

Tosh looked down at the flyer Gwen had bought in that morning. “I think it’s a great idea – and Ianto will love it...” she glanced over at Jack who was in his usual position stretched out with his feet up on the table. He was studying the flyer, a grin spreading across his face.

“Aw, c’mon Owen, it’ll be fun – and it’s for charity, Ty Hafen’s a worthy cause and you know you’ll have a great time in the casino...you don’t have to watch the film afterwards...I’ll even buy the popcorn...” he grinned at the girls. “You fancy a shopping trip for a posh frock? You can charge it to the Torchwood credit card – call it a bonus for all those late nights chasing weevils...you can take Owen to get a tux...” he stopped abruptly as the door opened and Ianto came in balancing a laden tray of coffee and Danish pastries.

The flyers vanished from sight as they were shoved in pockets or into files, no-one wanting to spoil the surprise for the Welshman’s upcoming birthday. Ianto handed round the coffee, frowning at Jack’s boots on the table. Jack grinned at him and obediently put his feet down, knowing that brownie points translated later into hot kisses!

They got on with the meeting, working rapidly through the agenda so they finished before a second coffee round was needed. Jack dismissed Gwen, Tosh and Owen, telling Ianto they were running errands for him. Catching Tosh’s eye before she went he held up six fingers behind the Welshman’s back, nodding towards Gwen...they’d need a ticket for Rhys as well...

Tosh smiled and the three practically ran out of the hub, leaving Jack and Ianto alone. Jack leant against the table and tugged the Welshman towards him, wrapping him into his arms and nuzzling against his neck, feeling the young man melt into his embrace.

He lifted his head and captured his mouth, delighting in the feel of those soft and sensual lips under his, the kiss deepening as their tongues explored excitedly.  Hands raked over clothing, tugging shirts out of trousers and dragging braces from shoulders, fingers attacking buttons, belts and zips until both were naked save for their shoes and socks.

Jack sank to the floor, pulling Ianto down with him and they vanished from sight of the CCTV which didn’t reach under the conference table! Losing themselves to the moment, Jack proceeded to kiss his young Welshman into oblivion, his gentle sighs lost against his Captain’s mouth as he floated with the stars...

Whilst their boss and his lover were entertaining themselves, Tosh, Gwen and Owen were at the box office in the foyer of the Electro buying the required six tickets for the James Bond Gala charity event, Owen still grumbling about having to wear a tuxedo...”I’m a doctor not a secret agent...” he muttered, although the idea was growing on him...but he wasn’t about to let them know that yet!

“You remember the last time we came here?” he glowered at Gwen, who chuckled, remembering Owen’s rain drenched visage scowling in complete contrast to Ianto’s jubilant ,equally wet, expression of delight as they’d arrived at the tiny cinema for the less than successful reopening...the Night Travellers had been an experience no-one wanted to repeat!

Tickets duly purchased for the casino evening, with fireworks at twilight and a midnight showing of Casino Royale, all in aid of Ty Hafen – a local charity, they headed to the city centre to find evening gowns for the girls and a smart new dinner suit for the acerbic medic, who was now quite enjoying himself, linking arms with the ladies as they strolled in the warmth of the midday sun...

At the far end of the precinct they stopped outside the imposing front window of Dress-Stop, the well-known supplier of gowns to the Miss Wales and Miss UK contests, as well as numerous celebrities. Gwen’s and Tosh’s smiles grew wider still when they went inside and were immediately transported to frock heaven, darting here, there and everywhere as different colours and designs caught their eyes.

Owen shook his head and left them to it, wandering through the archway to the adjoining menswear section where he began flicking through the many styles on offer, a grin spreading across his face...he was really starting to enjoy this...

 Meanwhile, Jack and Ianto were laying in a tangle of limbs, panting hard as their bodies shuddered through the after-shocks of blissful release, leaving them trembling as a warm glow spread through them. Jack’s fingers threaded through Ianto’s hair as he kissed him tenderly. He lay back, pulling the Welshman closer to rest his head on Jack’s chest, closing his eyes contentedly. It was quite actually quite comfortable on the floor under the table...

Gwen and Tosh squealed and spun each other round excitedly before stepping back and admiring each other’s choices. Tosh had gone for a simple red silk Jovani low cut gown with a deep scooped back and floor length skirt that rippled as she walked, teamed with a pair of killer red heels and matching clutch bag. Gwen had opted for a close fitting Faviana in midnight blue that clung to her curves. She’d picked out a sparkling crystal teardrop pendant that nestled just above the soft curve of her breast, a silver clutch bag and silver stiletto courts. Both girls looked and felt like a million dollars...

Owen surveyed the results of his carefully guided choice – Marvin certainly knew how to make his clients look good – he actually looked like a secret agent! He wandered through the shop to get the girls’ opinion, meeting them half way as they headed towards him for the same reason... They looked at each other, mouths dropping open...

“Wow, you look...lovely...” Gwen smiled at Owen, pleased with the reaction. She twirled round, happily. Owen looked at Tosh and took her hands in his. “You look beautiful...just beautiful...” he said quietly, seeing the shy tech genius in a completely new light. Tosh blushed prettily, her heart fluttering at the sight of Owen in his smart suit. Gwen danced back to join them.

“Jack’s gonna freak when he sees us...we’re gorgeous!” she giggled, “...and that’s before he gets the bill!”  They took a few quick pictures on their phones before changing back into their own clothes and Gwen handed over the company credit card to settle the rather exorbitant total. Clutching their purchases they sauntered happily back through the city centre before stopping for a pub lunch – Owen’s suggestion that Jack would appreciate the extra time with his teaboy...

Back at the hub, Ianto was rubbing his eyes sleepily having drifted off warm and secure in his Captain’s arms. “Hello!” Jack’s voice held gentle amusement, “...you back with us?” Ianto stretched luxuriously and leant up for a kiss, cupping the older man’s face softly. He sat up and reached for his clothes.

“We need to get dressed...the others’ll be back soon. I’ll get the coffee on...” He grinned at the pout on Jack’s face as he moved away. “You can help...if you want..?” chuckling as clothes were scrambled into and footsteps followed him rapidly, catching him up in the kitchen where warm arms were wrapped around him from behind as he sorted out beans and mugs...

The team arrived back some twenty minutes later as they were finishing their coffee and a sandwich in Jack’s office. Jack was pleased to see the happy smiles on their faces, even Owen seemed relaxed and amenable... The afternoon passed pleasantly, no rift interruptions meant an early finish, Jack sending them home before six once the paperwork was done.

The next two days saw minor rift activity, a couple of weevils and various bits of space junk dropping in around Cardiff, but nothing to cause any problems and it was all dealt with without incident. Saturday dawned bright and clear...Ianto’s birthday and the day of the charity gala. The team, along with Jack, had decided that they would give him small gifts, except Jack who had something special for him, and a birthday cake but not draw attention to his birthday and then surprise him that evening...

Ianto woke to Jack’s warm breath on his earlobe and a gentle stroking of his thigh. He arched his body towards his Captain as the hand stroking shifted to a more central location and his lips were claimed by Jack’s mouth, his tongue demanding entry where it explored with possessive intent and Ianto surrendered to the desire that crept through his body.

Some considerable time later, hot, panting and thoroughly satisfied, Ianto sighed happily as Jack pulled back from his gloriously pink kiss-swollen lips to whisper “happy birthday” before leading him to the shower to wash him tenderly from top to toe, paying extra special attention to the bits in between... The water was cooling when they finally emerged even more satisfied than before!

Finally dressed, Jack presented Ianto with a small parcel, wrapped carefully in gold paper. Ianto opened it slowly, grinning at Jack’s impatience as he folded the paper neatly before opening the box to reveal a set of platinum coffee bean cufflinks.

“Do you like them?” Jack was anxious...

Ianto tugged his Captain towards him and planted a soft kiss on his mouth. “I love them, cariad... thank you...” he kissed him again before heading to the kitchen to start the coffee. He loved the first coffee of the day when it was just him and Jack, intimate and special... Jack followed him.

Ianto started as he entered the tiny kitchen to find a suit bag with a gold bow hung up. He turned to look at the older man quizzically. “Well, have a look, then...quick!” in typical Jack fashion.

Ianto pulled the zip down slowly, sliding the cover off to reveal an exquisite black dinner suit, a classic crisp white shirt, bow tie and shoes in the bottom of the bag. He gaped as he ran his fingers over the fabric. “It’s beautiful, Jack...” he breathed...”how..?”

Jack grinned. “Mr Ellis at Sartoriani..! Last time you went for a new suit I had him use your measurements to make this one...”

“You’ve been planning this for months...” it wasn’t a question and it gave Ianto the most delicious warm feeling to know that his Captain had gone to so much trouble for his birthday...it made him feel incredibly loved... He hung the suit back up and carefully zipped the bag back up before hurling himself into Jack’s arms and kissing him hard and passionately, breaking apart finally when the need for oxygen asserted itself. Panting hard, they stood pressed together, heads touching, arms entwined... “Thank you...” Ianto whispered.

“You can wear it tonight when I take you out...” Jack’s eyes shone to see his Welshman so happy.

They took their coffee and toast to Jack’s office, where the older man tugged him onto his lap and he leant into his Captain contentedly, not moving until the roller door siren announced the arrival of the team. Emerging from the kitchen with their coffee, Ianto was engulfed in party poppers and he jumped. Taking the tray downstairs to the main hub, he set it on Gwen’s desk.

As soon as his hands were empty he was dragged into a bear hug by the Welshwoman and a soft package was pressed into his hand. He opened it to find a gorgeous red silk tie. “Wow, thanks Gwen...” he caught Jack’s eyes and blushed at the playful glint in them, knowing exactly what was running through the Captain’s mind at the sight of the gift.

Tosh handed him a neatly wrapped parcel which he explored to find a new journal and a Castell pen. He hugged Tosh tightly, delighted with her gift. Finally he was surprised when Owen handed him a carrier bag that turned out to contain the latest James Bond encyclopaedia, “cool...thanks, Owen...” already flicking through the pages.

They picked up their drinks and Tosh produced a carrot cake she’d made, cutting huge slices which they munched enjoyably sat at their desks...

The day passed without incident, Jack and Gwen catching, sedating and releasing two weevils back into the sewers early in the afternoon. At four-thirty Jack shooed everyone out, telling them he was taking Ianto out for dinner and wanted time to get ready, grinning at Owen’s loudly voiced opinion that a noisy shag over the desk was a more probable reason for their early exit!

The roller door had barely closed before Jack had wrapped Ianto into his arms and claimed his lips in a sweet and endless kiss, before showing him completely and thoroughly just how much he loved him...

After another highly pleasurable shower, Ianto dressed in his new suit, shirt and shoes, taking Jack’s breath away when he emerged from the cubby hole under his office. He looked totally magnificent and Jack’s heart swelled with pride. Jack himself was also wearing a dinner suit and looked equally impressive. They made a striking couple as they wandered around the bay for an early dinner at St David’s which they both enjoyed. After a coffee that was almost up to Ianto’s standards, Jack hustled him back to the hub and down to the underground garage where he blindfolded him with his new tie and helped him into the SUV, before driving at usual Jack-neck speed through Cardiff, coming to a stop with the usual screech of brakes.

Jack helped him out and led him a short distance before pulling the blindfold off. Ianto was greeted with the sight of his friends looking totally gorgeous in their new outfits. He shook hands with Rhys and Owen and hugged Gwen and Tosh. “You look absolutely beautiful...both of you...” His voice died away as Tosh handed him the tickets for the James Bond Charity Gala event, the delight on his face captured as the official event photographer snapped the whole laughing group.

Ianto gazed at Jack, love and devotion blazing in his eyes, his Captain capturing his lips in a gentle kiss as the photographer snapped again, catching the tender moment for posterity. “Happy birthday, sweetheart...” he whispered as he took his hand and led him towards the Electro...

End

Requested sequel where they get some alone time and Gwen's gift comes in handy... http://zazajb.livejournal.com/14529.html

 

  

 


zazajb: (Default)

Title: Light after the darkness
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, references to M/M, occasional language
Pairings/Characters: Jack, Ianto
Spoilers – none, set just after KKBB
Summary: Ianto‘s insecurities get the better of him on a dark wintry night
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

A/N Written for Darkness: challenge #5 Redisourcolour

Ianto shivered and tugged his coat more closely around his frozen body, leaning into the bitter northerly wind that ripped right through him. The fingers that gripped his gun were numb and his teeth chattered uncontrollably as he picked his way carefully through the dense undergrowth that skirted the trees.

Why on earth had Jack gone out without him? He’d woken to find him gone, a note that just said ‘weevil, Bute Park, J’ He’d cursed him, attempted to call him...ringing into answer-phone...and cursed him again... Still cursing [and repeatedly trying his phone] he’d flung his clothes on and headed out after him.

Sometimes Jack really drove him mad...

His breath huffed icy clouds as he paused to listen. The wind howled and shook the trees violently as if to strip them bare of their leaves...other sounds of night assailed his frozen ears – creaking of branches, rustling of foliage, the crack of bracken underfoot as something...or someone moved towards him...

“Jack!” he hissed, a nervous tremor giving him a definite girly squawk. “Jack...is that you..?”

The noise moved closer. Ianto peered towards the sound. He could see nothing but darkness, the shadows menacing and oppressive, encouraging all of his fears and insecurities out to play...everything seemed more threatening at night...in the dark... Terrors that lurked in the corners in the brightness of day got their freedom as twilight claimed the sky...his demons parading proudly...every tremble and sharp intake of breath music to their ears...

“Jack..?”

A shadow to his left moved...coming closer... He froze and sank down to his knees, pressing himself into the undergrowth. The shadow stopped in front of him and he could vaguely make out a figure...a hooded figure...it raised its arm

“Who’re you...what’ve you done with Jack..?” he demanded hoarsely, terror playing havoc with his vocal chords...

The figure pointed...Jack lay to his left. He was dead, his throat ripped out , the clean crisp blue of his shirt unrecognisable now, soaked with arterial blood, his lifeless eyes open and staring...

Ianto felt a sob choke in his throat. He reached out towards the body of his lover, only to find he was unable to move... The finger pointed back at him and he shuddered as his thoughts turned inward and the bleakness of loss and loneliness washed across the stage...

He was watching Jack as the Captain paced in his office...he was different somehow since he’d been back...back from his time with the Doctor, the Timelord who’d stolen him away, changed him, hurt him...tempted him...

Sure, Jack was back...had come back for him – or so he said – but his smile never reached his eyes any more, his touch had a kind of desperation to it, as if he was trying to forget...and who else would he be forgetting but the Doctor...

They’d resumed their relationship – or whatever it was you wanted to call it – sharing late nights, early mornings and bodily parts intimately, but Jack’s face would wear a distant look and he knew that whilst the body the older man was loving was his...the one in his head was someone else...someone now far, far away...and Ianto was just the part-time shag so delicately [and, it now seemed so accurately] summed up by Owen.

There were so many questions he wanted to ask him...”where did you go? What happened? Am I..? am I what..? Ok, do I..? do I matter to you? No, can’t ask that – in case he says no...if he says no, I couldn’t...no, don’t ask that...ever! Would you go back to him...no don’t ask that – in case he says yes... Do you love me..? NO, don’t ask him that either...

But since he’s been back he has been different...mechanical, detached...I’m nothing to him, his touch is...superficial one minute and urgent the next, like he’s blocking something...someone...out...and he’s going to leave you Ianto Jones...leave you alone and screaming...screaming at those demons in your head...until you can’t scream any more and then they’re going to take you...take you to the darkness for the rest of eternity...You. Are. Mine. Ianto Jones...he has forsaken you for the other...

Jack gasped as he was thrown back from death and sat up. He looked at Ianto accusingly. “You weren’t there...I died and you weren’t there...I came back and you still weren’t there...that must mean you are no longer for me...goodbye Ianto...”

Ianto screamed, sheer force of will pulling away from the dead weight that had pinned his arms to his sides,..flailing and fighting as the cloaked figure reached towards him...to take him to the darkness...it had hold of him now...

“Ianto! Ianto, sweetheart...wake up..! It’s ok...come on...wake up...you’re safe...

His eyes flew open, darting wildly around the darkened cubbyhole that was Jack’s room, strong arms held him close and rocked him gently, soothing him...

“...dead...weevil...hooded man...you left me...demons in the dark...you left..don’t leave me...” he mumbled incoherently, gripping Jack’s hand tightly...

Jack smoothed his hair off his forehead and pressed his lips gently to his brow. “I’m not going anywhere and I‘ll be here as long as you need me...ok?” He leant down to capture the Welshman’s lips with his own, the kiss soft and tender... reassuring...as he carefully entwined their fingers and Ianto felt the warmth and comforting pressure of his hand...

His heart stumbled on, encouraged by the promise that whatever the nightmares, there would always be light after the darkness...

End    

 

 


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Title: It’s all in the planning...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, references to M/M kiss, occasional mild language
Pairings/Characters: Jack, Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set prior to Something borrowed
Summary: The team are suffering from Gwen’s wedding planning...
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time... Words 950

This is for Iantosdreamer46 because she’s a wonderful friend and I hope it makes her smile J

Xposted Jantolution & jackxianto

A/N Written for Weddings: challenge #4 Redisourcolour

 

 

It’s all in the planning...

Gwen paced the floor, her voice rising, “Rhys, listen to me...we are not having anything pink in this event – got it! I don’t care if it’s Queen Victoria’s favourite colour or your mother’s...” she paused, mid-rant, listening to the voice on the other end of her mobile.

From where Ianto stood on the walkway overhead he could hear that Rhys was equally incensed. He grimaced, so much for weddings being all sunshine and roses – it sounded more like the start of World War three..!

Gwen was off again...”...no, no, I am not – got that – not having pink champagne or tacky swans made out of ice...NO Rhys...final!”  she hung up and glared round moodily, looking to make eye contact, needing to get the reassurance that she wasn’t being unreasonable... Tosh stared at her screen so hard it would have melted under the intense gaze, Owen wisely remained in autopsy, even though he really needed a bathroom visit...Jack was in his office, feet up on the desk, watching the scene from a distance, deciding it was far safer to stay put...

Ianto sighed quietly and backed into the kitchen to start the coffee...Gwen was most definitely on decaf this afternoon... He busied himself preparing the beans for grinding, setting out mugs and slices of Bakewell he’d picked up earlier...humming the Wedding March without realising his brain’s choice of tune...

Owen crept up the steps, he really needed to go, but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, knowing he’d get a blow-by-blow account of every word of the conversation, then he’d have to agree with Gwen, who would in turn use that against Rhys later, who would then phone and plead for a little male solidarity...no, it was far better to creep past quietly whilst her back was turned... He took a final step up into the main work-space and grabbed his chance as she was scowling towards Jack’s office, flying across the hub like lightning towards the bathroom before Gwen had realised his presence.

Jack chuckled, watching as Gwen’s face darkened – her potential ally in all things matrimonial planning...escaped...

Ianto emerged from the kitchen, his tray laden with steaming mugs and plates of sweet and sticky Bakewell tart. He headed down the stairs, the delicious aroma wafting across the hub ahead of him.

Gwen turned and sniffed... “Oh, Ianto, that’s just what I need – a caffeine hit – perfect timing...” 

Still humming softly, Ianto stopped first at Tosh’s work station, carefully placing her mug and cake [cut into two smaller pieces, just how she liked it] by the side of her computer, earning himself a delighted smile from the serious computer genius – a smile that lit up her lovely face...she’d make a beautiful bridesmaid, he thought, recalling a previous topic of ‘discussion’ via Gwen’s mobile a few days ago...

He moved on. Gwen had made it as far as her work station now and was stood glowering at the stack of files piled up beside it. He handed her the mug with the orange daisies on it, knowing it usually made her smile...well, she tried, but it didn’t quite work today.

He placed her plate on top of the files,  “...cake first...by order of the teaboy..!” he said. “Have you tried each making a list of what you want and then seeing where you both want the same thing..?”

“I hadn’t thought of that, “she conceded, “...I just don’t want it all going wrong on the day...”

“They say it’s all in the planning...” Ianto’s gorgeous Welsh tones soothed her frayed nerves and she patted his arm gratefully, gracing him with a tiny smile before dropping into her chair to start on the Nordorax report from the previous day. She started humming the Wedding March under her breath, her smile growing as she considered numerous other ways to piss Rhys’ mum off by refusing her crass and unsuitable suggestions for their wedding plans... She sipped her coffee happily, blissfully unaware of the lack of caffeine...

Ianto continued his rounds, earning himself a gruff “...nice one, teaboy!” from Owen, who’d snuck past in the other direction whilst he was with Gwen. He handed over the Gremlins mug and a large slice of tart before heading for his final stop...Jack’s office.

Jack grinned at him and held his arms out invitingly, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he was rewarded with an armful of Welshman and the softness of his exquisite mouth pressed against his own. He opened his mouth in response to the nibbling of his lower lip, their tongues dancing pleasurably as their kiss deepened. Breaking off for much needed oxygen, Jack tugged Ianto down onto his lap and tightened his hold, resting his chin on the young man’s shoulder.

“...so, all in the planning is it..? How’d you get to be so knowledgeable about weddings..?”

“Rhi’s...she planned it for over a year...and anyway...I know everything, remember!”

Jack chuckled and reclaimed his soft and sensual lips, long sweet minutes passing them by... Finally coming up for air, gasping, Ianto whispered huskily in Jack’s ear, his Captain’s eyes widening with delight, matching bulges appearing in their trousers ...

“...I’ll get rid of the others...when did you organise all this..?”

Ianto smirked, “...I told you, Sir...it’s all in the planning..!”

 

 As requested...sequel where you find out what he's been planning...
http://zazajb.livejournal.com/10269.html


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Title: Sands of time
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, references to M/M kiss, occasional language
Pairings/Characters: Jack, Ianto
Spoilers – none
Summary: Jack takes time to appreciate how quickly time passes for those he loves
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
Xposted Jantolution & jackxianto

A/N Written for challenge #2 Redisourcolour

 

Sands of time

There was something serene about standing here, gazing out over the city as she slept, waiting for the start of a new day, new beginnings for her people...it brought out his protective instinct, a side that he hadn’t known was there for so very long... That was before...before him...

His mind rolled back over the years – so many faces; friends, enemies, lovers... If he was totally honest, there were some he’d truly forgotten and that frightened him, what if he forgot him, say in a thousand years time – would he still remember?

Warm arms wrapped themselves round his waist from behind him and a chin rested on his shoulder. He smiled. “It’s not time yet...”

“I know, I brought you some coffee – it’s cold out here...”

Jack turned in the embrace to face his gorgeous Welshman, sliding his arms around his neck as he captured those soft and sensual lips in a tender kiss.

They stood with foreheads resting against each other, eyes closed, just relishing the moment and the chance to simply be – there were too few moments like this, he thought  fleetingly. For him the sands of time played out slowly, a single grain the equivalent of a lifetime, yet for those he worked with, lived with...loved, the grains fought and tumbled and gushed like a waterfall – beautiful, but relentless, until within moments, their time was gone, like a wisp of smoke, gone forever.

“Hey...” soft Welsh tones made him jump, so lost in thought, he’d almost forgotten where he was, “...you look so sad..?”

“Just thinking how little time we have, you know, just us...one lifetime with you isn’t going to be enough...”

“Sshh,” Ianto pressed a light kiss to his lips, “...we’re here, now, cariad...” He wriggled out of the embrace and grabbed his Captain’s hand, leading him back from the edge of the roof to where he had a blanket laid out, two travel mugs and a large flask sat beside it.

Sinking to his knees, he tugged Jack down next to him, watching as he got himself comfortable, before pouring the coffee and settling himself between the older man’s legs, leaning back against him as they watched the sky slowly lighten.               

Jack wrapped his coat more closely around the man in his arms, feeling him snuggle in closer as they gazed at the glorious sunrise, a myriad of pinks and oranges and reds kissing the contours of the city as the sun crept over the horizon. He took a deep breath, feeling something suspiciously like tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It was so beautiful and he was privileged to be here, right now, with the man that he loved...loved completely and utterly and would never forget, no matter how many grains of sand dropped to the bottom of the glass.

 

End

 


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Title: Dreams of a Tea Dragon
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, some mild references to drugs, occasional language
Pairings/Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen
Spoilers – none
Summary: We don’t always realise the effects of alien tech on frail humanity!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

A/N Written for Dreams: challenge #1 Redisourcolour
 

Dreams of a Tea Dragon

Ianto leant over. It smelled vaguely of spice...like cinnamon, he thought. It reminded him of Christmas as a child.

It looked fairly innocuous, but he’d long since learnt that appearances were sometimes deceptive. He ran the scanner over the shell. Nothing. He touched his comm. unit, “Jack, it’s totally inert – nothing on the scanner so I’m going to box and tag it and come down...” He listened to the reply and grinned, glancing around him before responding. “Yes, the view’s lovely!”

Shaking his head, he reached out carefully and picked up the silvery shell. It was smooth and cool to the touch and heavier than it looked. He settled it into the containment box and was about to secure the top when a faint light caught his eye and he pulled the lid back off.

The shell was glowing now, almost pulsating. He ran the scanner again. It now registered off the scale. Closing the lid hurriedly, he noted the date and time on the tag and began the long climb down, cursing the idiotic alien race who’d decided that the top of an electric pylon was a good place to land.

As he climbed lower, his thoughts drifted. He was thirsty. He really wanted a cup of tea...actually, he really, really wanted a cup of tea! He climbed faster, wishing he could fly...it would be good to fly – like a bird, no, like a dragon – a big red Welsh dragon!

He jumped the last six feet and landed in a heap with his nose inches away from Jack’s boots. He thrust the box at him. “It’s gone off the scale!” he said, giggling. “Can I have a cup of tea now?”

“Ianto?”

“Yes, Jack! I want to be a dragon!” He passed out, Jack catching him before he hit the ground.

Touching his ear, Jack called Owen...

                                                                 ~*~*~*~*~*~

He shifted restlessly under the thin cover, mumbling to himself in his sleep. Owen leant forward to listen, managing to make out a few words.

“Tea, need tea, got to have tea...dragons can’t fly without tea!”

Owen grumbled loudly as he made his way to the kitchen. He was a doctor, not a bloody teaboy! It was fine for Jack to say give him anything he asked for...but tea? I don’t make tea, he huffed as he poured boiling water into the mug and stirred. He chucked a couple of spoons of sugar in as an afterthought. Tough if he doesn’t like it!

When he got back to the sofa, the teaboy was still tossing and turning uncomfortably, a frown on his pale face.

Owen laid a hand lightly on his shoulder. “I made you some tea...”

The Welshman’s eyes flew open. “Tea!” he said delighted. “I like tea!”

Owen pushed the mug into his outstretched hands and he sipped the steaming beverage appreciatively. “Tea...” he sighed.

His eyelids drooped and he sank back onto the sofa, the mug tipping dangerously in his hand. Owen rescued it before it spilled and plonked it on the floor, resuming his pacing as he watched the sleeping man shifting restlessly as he dreamt.

Ten minutes later, Jack returned. He joined Owen to stare down at the young man. “How is he?”

“Restless, keeps mumbling about tea and dragons... I made him tea – and he hasn’t drunk it! I actually made him tea and he can’t even be bothered to drink it...” he grumbled. “Did you manage to retcon the witnesses?”

Jack chuckled. “Yea, made them a cup of tea! Left them sleeping like a baby – shame we can’t do that for Ianto!”

“What happened?”

“The shell is an alien equivalent of LSD and its hallucinogenic properties were activated by the ion emissions from the pylon. He’s going to have some pretty exciting dreams until he sleeps it off! He told the electricity board contractors that he’s a magic Tea Dragon!”

“Oh, I am going to have so much fun holding this over his head!” the acerbic doctor chuckled loudly as he disappeared back down to autopsy.

Jack crouched down by the sofa and stroked Ianto’s hair softly. He opened his eyes. “Jack?”

“Hey! How are you doing? Owen made you tea..he’s a bit upset because you haven’t drunk it.”

Ianto’s face lit up. “I like tea!”

“I know!” Jack smiled. “Now, please. Sleep and dream - for me? And drink the rest of that bloody tea! “

Ianto’s eyes closed. “Tea Dragon’s like tea!” he murmured settling back down.

Jack picked up the mug and drank the murky lukewarm tea. It was disgusting! At least Owen was a better doctor than he was a teaboy! He settled on the floor with his back against the sofa, preparing for a long night watching over Ianto as he dreamt wild tales of tea and dragons.





Due to popular demand..the sequel: Morning after...the tea before!
http://zazajb.livejournal.com/9225.html




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