Lost inside of you Part 6/? Sequel to No place to hide

Title: Lost inside of you Part 6/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10]
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...
Masterlist http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for wise_n_witty 
 

Lost inside of you Part 6/?

Sliding  his mind behind the block, the Doctor leant against Jack’s mind, entering only when Jack invited him in. “…he’s ok, a bit lost without you – it’s unusual for such a deep bond to form so quickly – he is one very special young man..”

Jack’s mind glowed, “really got it bad, haven’t you!” the Doctor teased.

“Yea, 100 percent, totally, utterly captivated by everything he is..”

“Jack Harkness, serial flirt, breaker of hearts across the time votex – you’ve gone mushy on me!”

“Live with it!” Jack retorted, his smile radiating across the block as the Doctor gradually lowered the shield and their three minds joined against the soothing backdrop of the Ood song.

Ianto’s mind was ecstatic to be rejoined with Jack’s, the song magnified in its intensity reflecting the joy as the two embraced. “We are one again..”

Yet again, the Doctor was taken aback at the depth of their connection and the tenderness that ran parallel to the passion – this was indeed ‘the real thing’. This was how he felt about Rose…the pain shot through him, past his own shields and the two lovers immediately reached their minds toward him, concern evident in their touch…

“It’s ok, I’m fine…no it’s nothing you did…”

Jack managed to convey a disbelieving raised eyebrow, whilst Ianto nibbled on his bottom lip, not entirely convinced that they hadn’t somehow caused the sharp stabs of pain and loss streaming outwards from the Timelord.

“…Ianto, honestly, it’s nothing you’ve done…ok…ok..” the Doctor’s resolve to keep his innermost feelings hidden crumbled under the duel waves of concern and he visibly sagged.

“.. seeing your connection, everything you feel for each other reminds me of…her…of Rose…and I miss her and I know I can never go back…she’s got her Doctor, the other me and I’m…ok, I’m jealous of myself. It’s like everything I ever love is taken away…”

Jack’s hand tightened around Ianto’s instinctively as their physical bodies reacted to their thoughts, both needing the reassurance of physical touch. Their minds joined as one and curled around the saddened Timelord’s, wrapping him in their love, affection and total understanding.

He leant against them, drawing comfort from his friends, the flame that was the core of his being flaring brighter once more as Ianto opened the door to the Ood song and the three stood and gazed in wonder at the pure beauty of their world as the song soared around them and time stood still.

After what could have been eons had passed, the Doctor gently pulled away from their embrace, sending a grateful smile for the support. He was in control again and rather than sadness, he felt empowered – he would never be alone now – yes, he was the last of the Timelords, but he’d found kindred spirits in these two beautiful people and he loved them with both of his hearts.

“…and you said I’d gone mushy???” Jack teased

The Doctor grinned, remembering the first time he’d met the dashing Captain Jack Harkness  – handsome, exuberant con-man who was just a little more flexible when it came to dancing! He felt Jack’s shame like a physical blow and reached out to reassure him.. “that’s not who you are now, Jack, you’re an impossible thing but you’re a good man – don’t forget you were willing to give your life to put things right..”

Jack visibly relaxed and hugged the Doctor’s mind, the memories of the empty child, a Tulah ambulance, German bombs and nanogenes playing on fast-forward through the vastness of space.

Ianto watched, transfixed, as the images formed, dissolved and new ones took their place. The Doctor was a different Doctor – a harder, more embittered version of the one he knew and this was obviously personal history replaying as their mind-bonds intensified.

The Doctor and Jack became aware of Ianto watching their thought exchanges, they hadn’t intended on such emotional and potentially upsetting events so soon…wanting to share less draining memories first so the young Welshman would have time to build his defences and practice retreating into Ood song – needing to know he would be protected…

Jack reached out hesitantly, not knowing the response he was going to get, fearing the worst as Ianto had just seen the man he loved as a heartless shag ‘em and leave ‘em con-man, motivated only by money and bitterness at having two years of memories stolen from him; a man with no conscience or morals…a man Jack was deeply ashamed to have been… “…Yan…you…ok?”

Ianto turned to the Doctor. “…you were different there – not your looks, but the way you were…”

“Yes, I was hurting, angry, I’d lost my faith in the universe but she…Rose…made me better…” he smiled softly, showing the happy ending to this story…

“…and everybody lives, Rose, just this once, everybody lives…”

The image dissolved to be replaced with Jack’s bemused face as the Doctor told him to hurry up and shut the door, ”…your ship’s going to explode, there’ll be a draught!”

Jack held his breath – physically and mentally, waiting for a reaction from the man he loved so deeply, willing him to forgive the sins of the former con-man, to accept that he had changed…

A flood of different emotions washed over Ianto like a giant wave; anger, hurt, incredulity, wonder, awe…and finally acceptance and love, enduring and heartfelt love.

“…I’m yours, always, cariad…” the Ood song swelled around them as they reached for each other…

The Doctor withdrew his mind from their embrace, feeling unexpected tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He got up from the armchair and stretched, feeling his cramped muscles easing a little. He picked up his mug and carried over to the tiny kitchen area, refilling it from the coffee pot and headed up the spiral staircase to the roof where he breathed in the fresh air and gazed out over the bay.

He allowed himself to think about Rose – just for a moment, picturing her as he’d last seen her at Bad Wolf Bay…knowing that what he was going to do would set her free and break his hearts – he gave her the Doctor – the other Doctor, the half human Doctor who would grow old with her – something he could never do… He saw her face as the other Doctor had told her those three words she had waited so long to hear, pictured them wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing hungrily as he had walked back to the TARDIS and out of her life.

He lifted his face to the breeze and allowed the tears to fall…

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Jack and Ianto had finally had their fill of the ethereal beauty of the Ood planet and were now back to the more familiar territory of their own link, although it had taken on a new depth and images and thoughts had a clarity and brightness they hadn’t had before. Ianto found it strangely satisfying, like it was a part of him that had been missing - Jack was a part of his soul and the feel of his mind wrapped around his own filled him with a warmth that resonated through every fibre of his being.

“…such profound thoughts for such a young man…” Jack sent, nudging his lover out of his reverie. “…ok, totally gorgeous and edible young man…better?” he smiled softly as Ianto quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh, hell…thinking time is over…!” he reached for the younger man and crushed his lips to that sensual mouth, pouring his desire into his head, delighting in the matching bolt of passion that was sent back as the Welshman melted into his arms...

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The light spattering of raindrops on his face brought the Doctor out of his contemplations and he brushed the tears away with his hand, sighing deeply as he tucked those precious images of Rose carefully back into their box and closed the lid. He couldn’t afford to let them out for too long – it was too painful... He smiled, a tiny, tight smile that acknowledged the inevitability of that bitter sweetness that would always be with him - Rose was a part of him now after she’d absorbed the time vortex from the heart of the TARDIS so she could vaporise the Daleks and save the earth, to save her Doctor and bring Jack back to life for ever... His smile softened, she would always be with him..

The rain was falling steadily now and he shivered slightly, turning and heading back down the spiral staircase to the suite below. He wondered, briefly, how Donna was doing and resolved to call her later...he was lucky to have her – after taking her memories away he had accepted that he wouldn’t see her again but she had somehow found him just like the first time and everything was new again. So now they were building new memories together and he was grateful for her forthright manner and teasing, she had helped him to heal...

He grinned as he caught sight of Jack and Ianto, still sat on the sofa, still oblivious to anything but each other, hands entwined in each other’s hair and gently cupping faces, their kisses and caresses sweet and tender yet resonating a building hunger and desire..

He debated what to do – interrupt them? – he’d rather not as they deserved some ‘couple ‘ time.. Stay? – not sure that was really an option knowing what was likely to follow their current snogging session and he sure as hell didn’t want to play gooseberry! Leave quietly and leave a note on the door? – best option...yea, go with that one.. He walked quietly towards the door, picking up his coat and had one hand on the door knob when he felt two pairs of eyes boring into him and the warm presence of their minds nudging against his..  He spun round and they grinned at him, their hair mussed and faces flushed, standing by the sofa, arms still wrapped around each other...

He opened his mind to them, smiling.

“You running out on us, Doctor?”

“Well I didn’t want to stay to see what came next!” he chuckled in mock horror. He felt, rather than saw, the swift exchange of thought between the two before Jack flashed an image of Ianto in his UNIT uniform, followed by some increasingly steamy suggestions which drew a deep blush from Ianto and delighted laughter from the Captain. The Doctor gasped and blocked the stream before it got too explicit, shaking his head as the two minds bounced around like hyperactive children.

 “Cut it out!” he sent, trying to keep a straight face but failing, a broad grin lighting up his bony face as Jack high-fived Ianto “...told you I’d get him to block! First lesson over..”

The Doctor relaxed his shield and watched as Ianto carefully replayed the images, concentrating on the feelings and moment when the block had gone up, felt him nodding as he assimilated the mechanics of the action.

“...yep, got it..I think!”

“Jack...this boy’s good!”

“oh yea...he’s good at lots of things...”

“stop it! ..although I have to say, he does look hot in that uniform...”

“hands off – he’s mine, all mine!” Jack pulled Ianto into a bone-crushing embrace and kissed him with a passion that took his breath away, digging deep and sending a little life force into the kiss. Ianto’s senses went into overdrive as every nerve ending tingled and bolts of pleasure shot through him. He floated amongst the stars on a wave of golden light as Jack kissed him into oblivion...

The Doctor closed the door behind him, breathing deeply as he pulled back from their mind link. As he leant back in the lift he conceded that they were more than a little hot – Ianto really did look good in that uniform! He grinned, trying very hard not to imagine what they were doing now... Stepping out into the rain, he pulled his coat around him and strode off towards the flat.

It was many minutes before Jack and Ianto resurfaced, both panting hard, heads spinning. Ianto glanced around the suite. “He’s gone! “

 Jack reached out to the Doctor’s mind “hey, you there? You ok?”

“I’m fine, Jack, off to meet Martha and Tom...you get back to your lovely young man – you did well today, both of you...I’ll see you tomorrow, say around eleven? Tell Ianto to have the coffee on...”

“I will...” Ianto reached out to nod an affirmative, his mind snuggled up against Jack’s as the Doctor closed off his end of the conversation.

“What say we go and grab a bite to eat and come back up here. We can watch a film or something – it’s been a tiring day...”

...mmnn cariad, sounds great!” Ianto mumbled tiredly, his eyes half closed. All these new mental gymnastics were as fantastic as they were exhausting.

Jack pulled him into a gentle hug, pressing a light kiss against his hair as his partner buried his face into his neck and breathed in that unmistakable and intoxicating scent that was Jack. Ianto wriggled in closer as Jack tightened his hold and sent soft waves of love tumbling into the younger man’s mind, drawing a contented sigh from him as they were received, unwrapped and returned with equal gentleness.

They remained still for long minutes, each relishing the closeness and reassuring comfort of their breathing and the simple pleasure of being held. Ianto’s eyes were closed and he felt deliciously warm and sleepy...

“Hey, no falling asleep on me!” Jack nudged Ianto’s mind and nibbled on his earlobe, grinning as the Welshman squirmed in his arms. Jack dipped his head and pressed feather-light kisses down the side of Ianto’s neck, pausing at the juncture of his neck and shoulder to suck the skin into his warm mouth, biting down softly. He chuckled as Ianto shuddered and felt his pulse of desire as the responses from their bodies were echoed in their minds.

Jack trailed his fingers down Ianto’s back, settling on his perfect backside and pressing him in closer so he could feel Jack’s arousal straining against his trousers. Tiredness forgotten, Ianto grabbed his partner’s head with both hands and crushed their lips together, driving his tongue possessively into the other man’s mouth where they duelled, passions rising...

Jack pushed Ianto back onto the sofa “Do you trust me?” he whispered, cupping his face and gazing deeply into the Welshman’s blue eyes

“Always...”

“Come with me...”

Ianto felt Jack’s mind reach out towards his, linking, entwining their senses on a far deeper level than he’d experienced before. “Where are we going?”

“Nirvana...let go, Ianto, follow my voice...that’s it...now reach out...feel it...”

Ianto gasped and closed his eyes as his mind soared to a plane of pure bliss, where senses flew with the angels and he felt Jack’s mind totally within his own so every sensation was doubled.

“Look at me...”

Opening his eyes to meet his lover’s, Ianto felt his heart sing at the love reflected in those blue grey windows to Jack’s soul. He gave himself up completely as their lips met in a soft and tender kiss that went on forever until he was weak at the knees.

Pulling back enough to draw breath, Ianto flicked his tongue across Jack’s lips, feeling the other man’s desire mounting as he opened his mouth to allow Ianto’s tongue entry, where it explored thoroughly. Ianto could feel Jack’s every shudder and unspoken moan as if it were his own and these sensations only served to magnify his own heightened senses. Jack bit down on Ianto’s bottom lip and his entire body quivered...if this was the reaction to a kiss, how the hell would he cope with anything else...his own arousal straining against the confines of his trousers was keen to find out...                                                                          

Growling hungrily with want, Ianto intensified their kiss and raked his hands roughly through Jack’s hair, sharing in the delicious shivers that ran thorough the older man.

“Strip, now..!” neither was sure who gave the command but two pairs of hands grappled with buttons, belts and zips until they were both naked in record time.  

Chapter 7: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/2961.html