Lost inside of you Part 28a

Title: Lost inside of you Part 28a/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
With special thanks to Wykling for the gorgeous picture
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty

A/N A bit later than planned due to unexpected family things and random bunny distractions, but it is extra long to make up for the delay! Too long - in 2 parts!

 

Chapter 28a

 

They’d been sat contentedly for almost an hour when Jack’s mobile rang. He dug it out of his pocket, “Hi Gwen...how’d it go?” He nodded as she talked, finishing with a brief, “ok, see you tomorrow...” as he cut the call.

 

Ianto shifted his head slightly without moving from his comfortable position snuggled into his Captain’s shoulder, Jack’s slight frown drawing a questioning eyebrow ...

“Nothing so far...but they avoided the headaches and PC Andy didn’t so whatever Peter did, it worked... We’ll try again tomorrow...” he sighed softly, “...guess that means we’re going back to work...”

 

Ianto sat up and captured Jack’s lips, softly, tenderly...”we’ve still got tonight, cariad...” he sent, before standing and pulling the older man to his feet. “We really should go – we were supposed to be checking out of the hotel today...”

 

“Not a problem...I added another night...” Jack grinned, “...so does that mean we get to do all those ‘last-time-we’ll-do-this-on-our-honeymoon’ things all over again?

 

Rolling his eyes, Ianto tugged Jack towards the French windows, “...if you can remember all those moves...” he streamed some of the more adventurous positions into his Captain’s head, gasping as he was suddenly swept off his feet to find himself cradled in Jack’s arms.

 

“What the..?”

 

“Gotta carry you over the threshold..!” Jack stepped back into the main living room, chuckling loudly and lowered his Welshman back onto his feet, folding him in close as he pressed their mouths together and Ianto melted into the kiss until they ran out of air.  Pulling apart, Jack took Ianto’s hand and they wandered through the different rooms, sharing thoughts in their heads as to the type of furniture and decor they might like...

 

They paused by the front door as Ianto cupped Jack’s face and kissed him, a gentle lingering kiss as he poured his love into the older man’s head, “I don’t know how to show you how much I love this house...how much I love you...” a realisation struck him, “...I didn’t get you anything...we weren’t doing wedding presents...”

 

Jack held him close, “I got the best present I could ever want...you...that’s all I want...you and me...timeless and eternal...wherever that might be...” They kissed hungrily, Ianto’s stomach performing a series of back-flips and a delicious warmth rolling through him as Jack’s tongue mapped the contours of his mouth and he surrendered as he was pressed up against the door and his senses swam...

 

They finally made it out through the front door, the jolt of pleasure shared as Ianto locked up behind them and they headed towards the car, contented smiles on both their faces. On the drive back they planned the next few days – work, back to the flat and furniture shopping...domesticity central!

 

They ate in the hotel restaurant and shared a bottle of champagne to celebrate, the room and people around them a blur in the background as their world narrowed to just them, thoughts and hands entwined, eyes only for each other despite many admiring glances from fellow patrons. Jack ordered brandies which they took up to their suite and then up onto the roof to stand looking out over the bay, Jack’s arm around his Welshman’s shoulder, Ianto’s arm round his Captain’s waist, holding each other close...

Jack streamed a brief memory from their ceremony... recalling how he’d tumbled into Ianto’s thoughts, gentle soaring thoughts of love and contentment and he’d felt the sudden tears prick his eyelids at the depth and intensity of his partner’s feelings, “…you are brighter than the stars, only you, always you, I am yours today, tomorrow and every breath I take is for you…” mirroring the sentiment back to him as he turned his head to capture the young man’s lips with his own... They kissed tenderly before heading back down to the suite and to bed, where they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing softly until they fell asleep...

The insistent sound of the alarm clock dragged them from the warm cosy cocoon of the quilt at six the next morning. Heading reluctantly to the shower they leant against each other as the water warmed, finally feeling lively enough to explore mouths and bodies thoroughly once they stepped under the steaming spray...

Emerging clean, glowing and very much awake, Ianto made coffee while Jack began packing their clothes and other belongings, emptying drawers, cupboards in a very Jack-like fashion by heaping everything onto the bed before dragging the cases out and dumping them on the sofa. He looked relieved when Ianto handed him his coffee and took over, folding everything neatly and efficiently so they were actually ready when the bellboy arrived to take their luggage down to the car.

They accompanied the boy to the lift, Jack handing over the car keys as a puzzled Ianto looked on. That wasn’t the plan. The bellboy, for his part, was perfectly happy with the crisp purple note that accompanied the keys and pressed the button for the basement car park with a knowing grin on his face.

Jack dragged Ianto back to the suite and proceeded to lead him into each of the rooms in turn where he kissed him...softly in the hallway, hard and passionate in the bedroom, light and teasing in the kitchen, finishing with a combination that culminated in a golden glow in the main lounge. Ianto’s body tingled from top to toe and his knees were weak when he surfaced to be held firmly in his Captain’s arms until he’d regained some control over his trembling limbs...

“I wanted us to remember this...” Jack nuzzled into Ianto’s neck as they shared some of the moments from the past week...the ceremony, reception, their time with the Doctor and good friends...and all those special moments with just the two of them...

They broke apart, both smiling softly, taking a final glance around before heading to the elevator where they shared a lingering kiss on the brief trip to the main lobby. Jack settled the bill, adding a generous tip and they thanked the staff warmly before the final elevator kiss down to the basement. The bellboy was waiting patiently by the loaded car, nodding as he handed over the keys and left, pushing the empty luggage trolley away noisily.

They climbed into the car and took deep breaths in...”...so, to the hub..?”

“Yeah, we can take our stuff back to the flat during the day if it’s not too mad...” Jack squeezed Ianto’s knee as the Welshman drove the short distance to the hub. “You look great in those tight jeans and t-shirts, but I have to say I do like that suit...” Jack grinned as Ianto streamed memories of the last time he’d worn this particular suit, shirt and tie ensemble...

“I know..!” He turned the engine off and leant across to plant a gentle kiss on Jack’s lips, “...we could send the others out for lunch later...maybe..?” melting into the embrace as Jack’s arms slid round him and deepened the kiss.

They kissed enjoyably for long minutes before Ianto wriggled regretfully out of his partner’s arms. “C’mon...” they chuckled as they both finished the sentence, “work to do!”

They were greeted by His Nids who pressed around their feet in his usual cat-like manner, threatening to trip them up, then purring loudly when Jack scooped him up and rubbed his ears... Ianto helped Jack out of his coat, hanging it up carefully before he headed to the coffee machine.

Jack and His Nids vanished into the office where a giant stack of files welcomed him back to the serious business of protecting the world! He sat down and sighed gently. Now he really was back at work... Absently stroking the tiny dragon’s back with one hand, he pulled the first file towards him and started reading. He was immersed by the time his coffee arrived, a soundly sleeping nids on his lap and a look of concentration on his face...

Ianto leant against the doorframe and gazed at his Captain, gentle waves of love washing through him which were received, caressed and returned without the need for words. He put the mug down and pressed a soft kiss to the side of the older man’s neck before retreating to start a complete nest-to-lower level check of the hub.

They made good progress on their respective tasks over the next hour until the roller door heralded the arrival of the rest of the team, Lois clutching the very welcome sight of paper bags from the bakers...

“Morning all! Did you miss us?” Jack grinned down from the upper railing, His Nids once again in his arms...

“It was quieter...and no danger of finding you half naked in strange places at all times of the day..!” Peter sounded so like Owen at times and it was reassuringly endearing...

Ianto emerged from the archives, wiping his hands on a cloth, his clipboard tucked under one arm. Lois squealed and flew across to hug him. “Missed you!” she said

Ianto grinned and hugged her back, smirking at Jack’s huffed “what about me?” in his head.

“Think it’s more to do with coffee and having to do the filing than my dynamic personality, cariad” he sent back, adding “See!” as Lois chuckled  and pressed the bags of pastries into his hand – a subtle reminder to go and make coffee! “I’ll go exercise the coffee machine then...” he glanced up, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, sending “...you could always come and...help..?” as he headed for the kitchen...

“Conference room in five minutes, please...” Jack went back into his office and watched as his team shrugged out of their coats, picked up their files and made their way to the boardroom... As soon as they were out of sight, he scampered across the walkway to the kitchen, pushed the door shut and gathered Ianto into his arms, claiming his mouth in a knee-melting kiss that made the Welshman’s head spin and left his lips deliciously pink and tingling...

Releasing him reluctantly, knowing that the team were waiting for them, Jack rubbed his cheek softly against Ianto’s as they relished the stolen moment – a tiny bit of an alternate reality where it was just the two of them – and then it was back to the real world. Ianto filled the mugs, adding sugar and cream where needed whilst Jack piled the cakes up on a plate and put it on the tray. They made their way to the boardroom. Ianto handed out the coffee and Jack took up his usual position – leant back in his chair with his feet up on the table, ignoring Ianto’s expressive eye rolls of disapproval...

“Ok, where are we with all current investigations...Peter...you first...”

“Right...minor stuff first...the improved weevil spray is complete – tests have shown its faster and no side effects that I can detect... I’ve replaced our entire stock and there are a couple of cans on your desk for you and Ianto...  It also works on humans... ” he grimaced, “...unintentional trial – we thought it was a weevil, but it turned out to be a burglar... police were happy enough with the result!” 

Jack grinned and nodded, “...good work...”

“I’ve completed the autopsies on the Squamatae and the Laipstis and updated the database on their anatomies and I’m still exploring the preferred food choices for the centipede things but they seem to be thriving... I’ve also checked His Nids and you were quite right - he’s only a baby, about six months old, healthy as far as I can tell and more like a cat than a dragon...I’ll do regular checks so we can build a profile...

Now, Splott and the headaches...I gave Gwen and Lois a shot yesterday before they went out there and they showed no sign of any headaches...we were a bit mean and didn’t offer anything to Andy so he could be our control subject and the poor bloke had a blinding migraine by the time they came home...I’ll give him a watered-down version in tablet form next time they go so it’ll keep the worst of the pain at bay...

I monitored their stats while they were out there and as far as I can see, the pain’s caused by changes in the trigeminal nerve pathway which leads to a severe drop in the serotonin levels and then a sudden release from the constricting of the blood vessels in the brain – it’s the releasing of the pressure that causes the worst symptoms... That said, I’ve absolutely no idea how it’s reaching so many people over such a wide area...but Lois and Gwen have some ideas on that...”

Jack turned his attention to the two women. Lois tapped her PDA and brought up a map of the Lampeter Estate. The lower third was highlighted with a red circle, marking the perimeter of the area they’d identified as being the most likely point of origin for the disturbances.

“We went back through all the police reports, the hospital and GP records and correlated against the increase in sales of pain relief and the time frames...it was a bit of a nightmare, but the homes in this area of the estate appear to have been the first to be affected and the worst – the levels of violence here show a marked difference to say here...” she indicated the outer edges of the estate on the opposite side to the highlighted area...”

Gwen took over the explanation.  “We thought we’d attempt to prove this theory before we went charging in there, so we went and spoke to people - we’ve been in newsagents, pubs, cafes, launderettes...you name it, we went in it! We also checked for residual rift energy – barely a trace, which is what we’d expect... So, as we got closer to the target area, we noticed the odd spike on the monitor, not large by any means...but it’s there... That’s why we’re concentrating on that particular part of the estate, although we’ve found absolutely nothing from our door-to-door so far... People agree that there’s a lot of tension, but they’re putting it down to the stresses of the recent redundancies and the fact it’s a rough area...

Now that doesn’t tell us the who, how or the why...just a pointer to the general ‘where’. Now did any of you watch the original Star Trek – Kirk, Spock, McCoy..?” She grinned at their bemused faces, “...stick with it – it is relevant..! Spock’s father was Sarek and being Vulcan’s they live a lot longer than mere humans [Rhys loves Star Trek so I’ve seen them all so many times!] so when the Next Generation came along – Picard, Riker, Worf – Sarek was still going strong.

In one Next Gen episode Sarek had to conduct peace talks with the Legarans and his arrival was accompanied with a rash of unusual emotional outbursts among the crew. Over the next few days more and more crew members displayed unprovoked aggression, even towards friends and relatives...it turned out Sarek was suffering from a degenerative mind condition that meant he was projecting his aggressive feelings onto those around him... Now I’m not saying we have a two hundred year old fictional Vulcan running around loose, but what if what’s causing these outbreaks is like this – either inadvertently or deliberately...we don’t know... What do you think?”

Jack and Ianto gazed at her as they considered the theory...”...y’know it’s actually quite feasible...” Ianto sent, thoughtfully, “...it might explain the pattern we’ve seen spreading outwards...we just need to find the nucleus...the original stone in the pond...”

“Yeah, ok...but Star Trek? “

“If it works?”

“We’ll see!” Jack swung his feet off the table and leant forward. “Right then,” he said aloud, “...if the only theory we have is telepathic vandalism then we’ll go with that ‘till something else suggests itself... What have you planned for today?” he asked Gwen

“Andy’s day off today so we were just going to go over the map again and mark it off into sections, then we were going to catch up on some paperwork...rift permitting of course...”

“In that case, you can finish your coffees and take the rest of the day off – Yan and I’ll cover here...”

Three faces lit up at the prospect of the day off and they hurriedly downed the rest of their drinks before chairs were scraped back and they vanished out of the roller door before the rift could change Jack’s mind.

Ianto stood up and started collecting the mugs, “I like the way your mind works, cariad..!” he sent softly.

Jack grinned, “...they get a well deserved day off...I get you to myself...win win situation!” he reached out and tugged the Welshman towards him, pulling him down onto his lap. “Clearing up can wait...” he murmured as he pressed their mouths together and they lost themselves in a series of sweet and gentle kisses that grew hotter and messier until they were both writhing and panting, hands groping frantically at buttons and belts...

Jack pushed the jacket and waistcoat off Ianto’s shoulders as the Welshman attacked his Captain’s shirt and undershirt, sliding his hands under the fabric to run over the warm skin beneath...their tongues tangled wildly as passions rose...

The rift alarm blared out and they sprang apart with a jump, cursing in a variety of languages in their heads. Jack planted a swift kiss on Ianto’s lips and headed out towards the main hub, the younger man following in his wake as he attempted to redress himself...

Jack was checking his Webley and taking the stairs to his office two at a time when Ianto made it to the main workspace. He darted into the office, grabbed the two aerosols off the desk and slid back down the handrail, landing with a grin at the Welshman’s feet. He held a can of weevil spray out to the younger man... ”...we get to play ‘hunt the weevil’ first day back..!” 

The two weevils led them a merry dance in Bute wood, finally succumbing swiftly to the new improved spray once they were cornered. Ianto looked back across the park at the distant SUV and sighed heavily...they were definitely back at work! By the time the two unconscious weevils were safely landed in the boot, both men were panting hard. They leant against each other as they got their breath back.

“I was expecting to be breathless by now...” Ianto quipped, “...but this wasn’t exactly the way I had in mind..!”

Jack laughed and reached out his hand to stroke the young man’s cheek before brushing their lips together lightly, “...then the sooner we get back to the hub...” he raised an eyebrow suggestively, streaming several possibilities into his mind... Ianto flicked through them, selected one and climbed up into the passenger seat, starting a slow seduction in his head... Jack swung into the driver’s seat and put his foot down...

Twenty minutes later they were wrapped around each other, Ianto pressed up against the wall in his golden room, Jack’s lips pressed hard against his as his tongue mapped the contours of Ianto’s mouth. Pulling away to draw breath, Jack nibbled his way down the young man’s neck, sucking the soft skin into his mouth to leave a bruise, sharing the twin sensations of pain and pleasure that shot through the Welshman as they echoed in his own head.

Jack lapped at the hollow of Ianto’s throat before moving back up the other side of his neck to reclaim those gloriously kiss-swollen lips, the young man’s soft moans of pleasure swallowed up as he melted against his Captain to be kissed into oblivion... Jack made love to him slowly, teasing his tender flesh, taking him right to the edge and backing off again until he was completely unravelled, gasping for breath and totally fucking beautiful as he begged for release... Stilling for a moment, Jack gazed into those wonderful blue eyes that were darkened with lust and lost himself in their depths, before moving hard and fast until they exploded in wave after wave of shuddering pleasure...   

They slumped against the wall, limbs trembling, sweat-soaked brows together as they panted, “...breathless enough for you..?” Jack tipped Ianto’s head up to kiss him tenderly, smiling into the kiss at the incoherent reply that was sent... They wrapped their arms around each other, eyes closed, as their heartbeats returned to normal, soft words of love shared in their heads.

Finally, reluctantly, they moved, readjusting clothing before linking hands and returning to the main hub. The rest of the day passed without incident in a haze of paperwork and coffee. Ianto went out to get them some lunch and stock up on groceries, calling in at the flat to drop off their cases and wedding gifts... He unpacked swiftly, thankful that they’d sent most of their clothes to the hotel laundry the day before leaving so there was very little for the wash hamper. He smiled fondly as he hung up the UNIT uniform, sharing the action with Jack who leered at him across the distance.

Another ten minutes was spent in the kitchen, putting away the groceries, before he headed back to the hub, repeating the process all over again, with fresh clothes for himself hung in Jack’s wardrobe and more groceries to be put away in the kitchen. Finally, tasks complete, he picked up the tray with their coffee and sandwiches and made his way to Jack’s office where the mountain of files in the ‘out’ tray now dwarfed those still left to do.

They sat on the sofa in companionable silence and munched their way through sandwiches and slabs of chocolate brownie, washed down with a light and fruity Columbian blend coffee. They rounded lunch off with a highly enjoyable kissing session that ended when His Nids decided that there was in fact a gap between them that he could wriggle into if he tried hard enough and they found themselves with a face-full of tiny dragon, his triumphant purring making them shout with laughter.

Jack went back to his files, the nids once again curled up on his lap whilst Ianto worked his way systematically through the long list of jobs he’s made himself earlier that morning. They stopped briefly for another coffee around four, taking this one outside the Tourist Office for some fresh air as they gazed out over the bay. Jack’s phone rang as they lingered, empty mugs dangling from their hands as they leant into each other... He dug it out of his pocket, the “Captain Jack Harkness...” immediately telling Ianto it was either a number he didn’t recognise or someone from the Government wanting something...

Jack’s face broke into a huge grin and his mind wrapped happily around Ianto’s, “...yeah, thanks Jacqui, he’ll be along shortly...yeah, bye!” He shoved the phone back in his pocket and cupped his hands around the Welshman’s face, kissing him tenderly. “That was Jacqui, the estate agent. The forms are ready for your signature...if you go now, the bungalow’ll be yours today...”

“...ours, cariad...ours...”

“...same thing...love you...” as he captured his lips once more, the kiss deep and lingering, Ianto’s arms sliding round his neck to pull him in closer... It was many minutes before they surfaced, faces flushed and bodies showing definite signs of interest... Jack smoothed the young man’s hair down, threading his fingers through it lovingly before spinning him round and giving him a gentle shove towards the direction of the main shops, “...go..!”

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Lost inside of you Part 28b

Title: Lost inside of you Part 28b/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...

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

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

A/N A bit later than planned due to unexpected family things and random bunny distractions, but it is extra long to make up for the delay! Too long - in 2 parts!

 

Chapter 28b

They kept up a conversation all the way to the estate agents, Ianto reminded of the last time they’d done this and the interesting time he’d had in the greengrocer’s – a very stern, “...don’t even think leaving Jack under no illusions that now would not be an appropriate time to repeat that experience..!    

In a matter of minutes, Ianto had signed the contracts and received two further sets of keys and a bulky file of relevant paperwork. The charming bungalow with its glorious garden going right down onto the beach...was now his...” It’s done, cariad...we have a new home...” he sent loving caresses to Jack’s mind, the older man responding with a series of wanton images as he considered the best way to christen each room! The conversation continued in this vein all the way back to the hub and Ianto’s breath was a series of tiny gasps by the time he stood on the invisible lift waiting for Jack to activate it...

“Yan...”

“Yes, Jack...”

“You hard..?”

“Jack!” shivers shooting down his spine as his Captain breathed hot breath on the sensitive skin behind his ear and pressed feather-light kisses down the side of his neck... “...yes, Jack...”

“...so am I...I’m waiting down here for you...you need to be ready for me...” Jack growled in the young man’s head as he grazed his teeth at that spot on Ianto’s neck, where neck met shoulder, drawing an audible moan of pleasure from the Welshman’s gently parted lips...

“You need to strip for me...I’m watching you on the CCTV...I want you...” Jack purred into head.

Ianto felt the desire ripple through him as he placed the file by his feet and slowly unbuttoned his waistcoat, sliding the tiny plastic discs through the buttonholes deliberately as he felt the stone slab shift beneath him...

“Good, keep going...” Jack’s voice filling his head was laden with want and he felt the ghost of his hands on his hips, the heat building in his groin...

Ianto slid the jacket off his shoulders, folding it neatly and placing it on top of the file, followed by the waistcoat. His hands moved to his throat where he loosened his tie, tugging the strip of red silk from his collar and dropping it over the side so it fluttered down into the hub... He smirked as Jack’s breath hitched and he moaned softly in their shared mind space... Ianto’s fingers moved to his shirt buttons, moving sensually from button to button, slowly exposing his chest with its covering of soft downy hair....

In his head he could hear Jack panting, “...you coming out here Jack..? I’m halfway now...you can watch for real...” Jack’s answering growl sent wild spikes of desire raging through them both and he undid the final buttons swiftly, tugging the shirt tails out from his trousers so it hung free. Jack was now waiting at the bottom of the lift, his chest and feet bare, trousers undone with his braces dangling down by his side...

Their eyes met and they drowned in the intensity of raw emotion as Ianto got closer... He removed his coffee bean cufflinks and tucked them safely in his pocket, toed off his shoes and socks before moving his hands to unbuckle his belt, finally undoing the button and sliding his zip down as the slab reached the ground and he was dragged off the lift into his Captain’s arms to be kissed hard and passionately... They pressed their bodies together, grinding their hips as feral want raged through them and they crawled progressively further into each other’s mouths as hands raked through hair and over heated skin, leaving trails of red scratchmarks.. .

“Now...need you now...” Jack pulled his Welshman over to the sofa and they fell back onto it, pushing trousers and underwear down to pool around their ankles before kicking out of them, as they thrust against each other. It was fast, wild and passionate and left them panting in a tangle of sweaty limbs...

They slumped back on the sofa as they regained control of their pounding heats and trembling bodies. Jack cupped Ianto’s face and captured his lips tenderly, relishing the feel of the sensual mouth under his. Ianto’s hands moved to stroke softly through his Captain’s hair and they lost themselves in the sheer bliss of the moment. When the chill began to press against their skin they cuddled in together and dragged the old blanket from the back of the sofa around them, content and comfortable...as they drifted into peaceful slumber...

Ianto woke first, his feet were outside of the blanket and frozen. He glanced down at Jack’s head nestled into the crook of his shoulder and smiled gently. Jack didn’t need to sleep like most people, but when he did sleep, often after some wild loving, he looked so peaceful and carefree – the pressure of centuries of responsibility temporarily lifted – a tiny smile curving the corners of his mouth...that mouth that Ianto loved to kiss and be kissed by...

“Help yourself...” sleepy murmurs curved the corners up a little more as the Welshman took advantage of the offer and pressed their lips together gently, minds caressing each other as they entwined their fingers, stroking softly...no need for words...simply emotion...

Breaking apart long sweet minutes later, they headed for the shower and washed each other tenderly, sharing light loving kisses which continued as they dried and dressed. By now it was just after eight. Ianto went to the kitchen to fix them some soup and toast which they ate with enjoyment before Jack returned to his interrupted paperwork and Ianto fed the residents, sitting on the floor to roll grapes along the floor for His Nids, chuckling as the tiny dragon chased and pounced on them before nibbling on them in a most endearing way.

Rising from the floor and brushing himself down, Ianto made some fresh coffee and took it into the office where he filed away Jack’s completed reports. By eleven thirty, despite the coffee, Ianto was yawning. Sending his Welshman down to bed, Jack locked up and slid down the ladder to find the young man already fast asleep. He grinned and shed his clothes quickly, sliding in beside him and wrapping his arms around his partner’s warm body. He smiled softly as Ianto shifted closer, murmuring “Jack” in his sleep. He pressed a light kiss to his hair and closed his eyes...

The rift alarm woke them in the early hours of the morning, not that Jack had actually been asleep, more in a relaxed state somewhere between being conscious and not! He swung out of bed and reached for his trousers and t-shirt, tugging them on and clambering up the ladder before Ianto had even tumbled out of the bunk. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, the Welshman dressed himself carefully and climbed up to join his Captain at Lois’ workstation...

“Lifeform readings - office block downtown...” in response to Ianto’s unasked question. “I can go by myself...”

Ianto reached out and grabbed hold of Jack’s braces, using them to tug the older man in close, brushing their lips together lightly, before handing over the shirt that he’d picked up on his way up the ladder. Jack grinned and pulled the blue cotton on, buttoning it swiftly before shrugging into his braces. He turned round to find Ianto holding his coat out, smoothing it over his shoulders as always, the movements familiar and intimate. Checking their guns automatically as they headed for the SUV, they climbed in and Jack fired the engine. The streets were empty and it was not long before they were pulling up outside a very familiar looking office block...

Ianto’s mind flew back to the last time they’d been here... Captain John Hart, remind me again why I hate the bastard... had supposedly lost several bomb canisters and Torchwood were looking for them before they exploded and caused untold damage across the city. Jack and Ianto had come to this office block to investigate...

 

 Relations were strained between the two, Jack having just returned from his time with the Doctor... Ianto had found himself with nothing to say when he and Jack were paired up to search the office block for John’s canisters... Jack was trying to be light hearted...trying to lift the oppressive atmosphere but he was having none of it and maybe he was being a little too morose but it was all in the name of self preservation...how many times could one person’s heart be smashed into pieces and put back together again..? He couldn’t take the chance again...no, really...you can’t, he’ll destroy you again...

 

“...how are you, Ianto..?” Jack had taken him by surprise.

 

”...all the better for having you back, sir...” he’d blurted out, quashing the thousand and one other things he wanted to say for fear of sounding like a petulant teenage girl, I’m broken Jack...seeing you, having you so close... I want to rip my clothes off and make love to you...I need you...I want to punch you...hurt you for leaving me...you just left me...you destroyed me...kissed me and built me up only to smash me into a million pieces...hold me Jack...fuck, I don’t know what I want...fuck...

 

Jack had continued to astound him...”...can we,drop the ‘sir’...I was thinking, while I was away, that maybe...when this is all over...”

 

Ianto’s eyebrows arched. Jack was floundering...awkward...uncertain... This was most definitely not the Captain Jack Harkness of old... He quite liked this new insecure aspect...

 

“...dinner...movie..?”

 

“Are you asking me out on a date?” incredulous, needing clarification and possibly a tiny bit of ‘don’t make this too easy’ for him...

 

“...interested?” Jack sounded...hopeful? Jack... Ianto’s resolve had wavered briefly...ok, admit it – his willpower had crumbled on contact and he’d mumbled about office fetishes, buying himself time to get his thoughts in order...a question suddenly occurring to him...

 

“...why...why are we helping him?” why don’t we just shoot the bastard and be done with it?

 

“He’s a reminder of my past and I want him gone...” This was more the old Jack...in control, assertive... “...by the way...is that a yes?” Jack was tentative again, unsure...

 

“Yes...” so much for not going there again...Ianto sighed, replaying the conversation in his head and deciding that he could no more resist Jack Harkness than he could stop the sun rising...both were forces of nature that should be wondered at, appreciated for their beauty and most importantly, enjoyed at every opportunity...besides, Jack had never taken him on a date before...this was new...he’d dared to hope just a little...

 

Of course, Captain Hart wasn’t going to even give them this snippet of time together... With Jack searching the roof, Ianto had been going through the drawers, bins, plant pots...systematically, efficiently...when the elevator doors had pinged open...

 

Cautiously, with gun levelled ahead of him, Ianto had gone to investigate, only to have John Hart press a gun...one of the team’s guns no less...whose gun, what had he done with its owner..? before relieving Ianto of his own and waving the young man into the elevator. Ianto had obeyed, furious with himself for being caught... When he’d resisted, demanded to know what Hart was doing...why he was doing it, the Time Agent had stroked Ianto’s face with his gun, the action laden with both sexual curiosity and obvious menace, finally pressing the muzzle to the centre of the young man’s forehead, telling him in no uncertain terms that he’d kill him if he returned... Livid, Ianto had no choice but to leave...Jack...have to warn Jack...

 

Jack’s phone had just rung until the answer-phone kicked in. No point in leaving a message – it was too late for that Jack... Throwing himself into the SUV Ianto had headed off to find what John had done to the others...

 

Jack had reached for Ianto’s hand when Hart had appeared in the memory, sensing the barely contained fury against the wayward Time Agent... He’d shared Ianto’s fear and anger when the Welshman had been assaulted with the gun, bringing their joined hands up to his lips to kiss them lightly before stroking his thumb reassuringly over the young man’s fingers...

 

“You know the rest...” Hart had been ruthless...he’d kissed Gwen with paralysing lip gloss, gun-whipped Tosh and shot Owen...

 

“I’m so sorry, Yan, you should’ve told me what he’d done to you...I would’ve dealt with him...” Jack whispered, squeezing their hands briefly...

 

“Would you...really..? How was I to know? You’d been gone for months, then you come back without a word of explanation...real explanation and we’re supposed to just carry on where we left off... Back then, I had no idea what to think...I did what I felt was best at the time...”

 

Ianto felt Jack’s shame and sorrow and reached out to reassure him...this was all water under the bridge...ancient history...”no malice here...”

 

Jack’s relief swamped his head, light kisses peppering his face and neck. Ianto grinned briefly, “...what happened to you..? I know he killed you...but what did he do..?”

 

Jack grimaced, “...rear of the year..!” John Hart couldn’t help but note that his ex-partner still looked amazing...he still wanted him, both in his bed and in his life to share adventures like they used to... seeing him so domestic...so tamed with eye-candy for a bed fellow made him wildly jealous...he wanted to hurt them...make them all pay...

 

Jack swung round, the canister in his hand. He baited the Time Agent, looking for the real reason he’d come here... what do you want John...I don’t trust you... Hart had implored him, in his own brusque way, to return to travelling with him, furious when Jack had turned him down, not even a brief moment of contemplation – a straight and emphatic NO! I’ve got Ianto...I came back for him...if he’ll have me... That had earned him a severe punishment, especially when he’d thrown the capsule over his shoulder. Hart had shoved Jack off the roof to fall fifteen floors to the ground, landing over a bench seat, his back broken...dead...

 

Hart had taken Jack’s wrist strap and continued with his plans...

 

Ianto reached across to pull his Captain into his arms and kiss him tenderly...if I ever see John Hart again I’ll... he didn’t have the words to express just what he’d like to do to the ex-Time Agent... however as it was unlikely they’d ever run across him again...but if we ever do... Ianto growled menacingly, leaving the threat hanging...

 

They sat a moment or two longer, arms wrapped around each other, filing the memories away, another layer of understanding between them... Jack kissed the tip of Ianto’s nose and released him, climbing out of the car and heading towards the building. Ianto followed, hoping this visit would be less traumatic than the last...

 

They made their way up to the fifth floor, Ianto checking the hand-held scanner, nodding confirmation... ”two separate signals...moving about randomly...” They drew their guns and approached the double doors, hearing sounds of movement and crashing furniture from within. Jack motioned for Ianto to cover him as he pushed a door open and went in... They made their way cautiously along one side of the huge open-plan room. There were obvious signs of disturbance – plant pots were smashed on the floor, bins overturned and chairs on their side...

 

Sounds of movement drew their attention to a large screen diagonally opposite their current position, they began moving towards it in the well-practiced leap-frog pattern, another plant pot hit the floor followed by scuffling and high pitched giggling... “...what the... “  They reached the screen and moved round it, guns aimed forwards, immediately lowering them once they’d seen the identity of the intruders...

 

“What are you doing in here?” Jack demanded, the two Graske stopping their game with the waste paper bin

 

“Graske adventure day out...”

 

Ianto raised his eyebrows as he holstered his gun, “...you can’t play in here, this is a place of work, not an adventure playground...” he shook his head ruefully, remembering Jack’s suggestions their previous visit...you’re still not photocopying your butt! he sent as sternly as he could manage, although his lips twitched amusedly... The Graske pouted and shook their court-jester heads, “Graske stay...play...”

 

Jack pulled out his weevil spray. “Either you leave or I’ll put you to sleep and you’ll wake up in a cell with a weevil...”

 

The Graske looked furious, and made a run for it, dodging round the desks, turning yet more chairs and bins over in their wake. Ianto muttered a stream of expressive Welsh and stuck his hand in his coat pocket, pulling out his own can of spray. A game of tag ensued and the office rapidly resembled a bomb site, files, paper, plant pots all littering the floor as the mischievous creatures managed to evade them for a good fifteen minutes. They finally cornered them near what appeared to be a broom cupboard... The Graske exchanged looks and vanished with a crack and a brief flash of light...transmat beam...

 

Ianto swore a bit more and wiped his hand over his forehead. It was three o’clock in the morning, he was hot and out of breath and he’d been playing chase with a pair of alien pixies... he checked the scanner – no sign of them, they really had gone. He planted his hands on his hips and looked round at the mess. “We’re going to be here ‘till this time tomorrow if we’ve got to clear this lot up...” he grumbled, a sudden yawn taking him by surprise.

 

“Jack..?” as he suddenly realised Jack was nowhere to be seen, “...you ok, cariad?” he sent anxiously

 

“Yeah...” Jack appeared from a doorway at the end of the room. He had a couple of cans in his hand and a huge grin on his face. “We’re not going to clear up, we’re going to add the finishing touches to the mindless vandalism plaguing our modern society..!” He handed a can to Ianto who read “Silly String” with a puzzled look on his face.

 

Jack laughed and shook his can, spraying it up into the air in a wide arc, the Welshman suddenly catching on. He shook his own can and walked up and down the rows of desks, spraying the string over filing trays and desks.

 

Five minutes later, both cans empty, the whole office looked like it’d staged a wild party. Jack draped an arm around Ianto’s shoulder, “ok, let’s go...you can sort the CCTV when we get back, if they’ve even got it switched on this time! They headed out to the elevators and pressed the button. The first one to arrive was the same one that Ianto had been threatened in...he hung back, reluctant to admit that he didn’t want to go in this particular lift.

 

Guessing the reason correctly, Jack met him at the door and wrapped him into a hug, crushing their lips together, the Welshman’s startled gasp lost as Jack devoured his mouth, his tongue pressing for entry, before sweeping possessively around the moist interior. Ianto sighed happily and melted into the embrace, not noticing he’d been steered into the elevator and was now pressed up against the far wall. He arched his body against Jack’s as the older man slid a hand down to brush the hot swelling in Ianto’s trousers, a loud moan escaping his lips as they broke briefly for air...

 

Thrusting his hips against Jack’s Ianto tangled his hands in his Captain’s hair as he was kissed into oblivion. Jack’s hands moved to undo the young man’s belt and button, sliding the zip of his trousers down before shoving trousers and boxers down to his knees. Pulling away from those soft and responsive lips, now pink and swollen from his kisses, Jack trailed his way down Ianto’s neck, across his throat, moving lower to tease his nipples...

 

Ianto’s eyes were closed, his head thrust back against the wall, his lips parted as he let out soft pants that rapidly became loud moans as he was engulfed in the warmth of Jack’s mouth, sending wild rambling thoughts to his Captain’s head as waves of pleasure washed over him... Jack grinned as he felt the young man’s climax approaching, sliding a finger round to brush the entrance to his body, teasing it lightly...he sucked harder, humming as Ianto exploded with a hoarse cry JackJackJack, delicious shudders rippling through his body which were echoed in Jack’s own.

 

Releasing him, he slid back up Ianto’s body and reclaimed his soft mouth, the young man tasting himself on Jack’s tongue as the two danced pleasurably. They pulled apart to replenish their oxygen supply, Jack taking a moment to tug Ianto’s trousers back up and refasten them, pressing the button for the ground floor, before capturing those wonderfully sensual lips once more.

 

The elevator doors pinged open as they reached their destination. Ianto’s only response was to tighten his hold and kiss harder, Jack wasn’t complaining - Ianto was one hell of a good kisser, as he lost himself in the glorious sensations of knee-melting kisses... Some considerable time later, they staggered out to the SUV and Jack drove them back to the hub with reckless disregard for the speed limits... Without the need for words, they entwined hands and headed straight for the bunker where they removed each other’s clothes swiftly and efficiently before sliding under the covers to continue their endless kisses until sleep claimed them...    

Chapter 29: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/19091.html