All of me...

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

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
A/N This is the companion piece to Unbreak my heart http://zazajb.livejournal.com/18370.html

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

 

All of me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End

Jack’s song is My Immortal by Evanescence:  

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

 

 

 

 

All of me

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

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

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
A/N This is the companion piece to Unbreak my heart http://zazajb.livejournal.com/18370.html

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


http://zazajb.livejournal.com/18627.html

Castles in the sand

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

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

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

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

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

 Following a lively discussion with agent_girlsname which involved the exchange of virtual 99 icecream she did this lovely pic of Jack with his bucket and spade...thanks hun, love it! xxx

Castles in the sand    

“Are you sure that’s legal..?” Ianto hissed in Jack’s ear as he used his wrist strap to tap into the security settings on the cash machine and withdraw five hundred pounds...

“Well...” a note of uncertainty before the trademark Harkness grin eclipsed the brightness of the late afternoon summer sunshine...

“Jack!”

“So, it’s not your conventional cash-card, but it is from my account and since no-one bought any money, cards, id...nothing...I’d say it’s a good job I learnt a few tricks from the Doctor or we’d be a bit stuck..!” Jack defended his integrity hotly...grinning ruefully as Ianto’s soft chuckle confirmed he’d been caught again..!

He reached out to grab Ianto’s jacket lapels and hauled the Welshman in for a searing kiss, ignoring the loud tutting from the couple behind them in the queue for the machine. Staggering to one side they kissed hard, tongues duelling for supremacy as fingers fisted through hair and soft moans were lost against each other’s mouths... Ianto felt his knees buckle as everything that was Jack flooded his senses and he was breathless and trembling when he was finally released...

With Ianto rendered temporarily speechless, Jack grinned triumphantly at a smiling Tosh and a far less impressed Owen who stood frowning  as he clutched the large attaché case full of Termnunths they’d scooped off the beach where they’d been devouring the sand... The case was heavy and he was tired of this bright seaside town with its sunshine and happy holiday makers... “What now..?” he snarked, his frown morphing into a scowl as his brain took a moment to absorb Jack’s reply.

Jack laughed and delved into his pocket, pulling out a handful of notes. “You and Tosh go and buy us some fish and chips or something, we’ll take this back to the SUV and find out how long the garage is gonna be before they can sort out the tyres...meet  you along the seafront in about fifteen minutes...” He slid his free hand into Ianto’s and reached the other one out for the case. Owen exchanged cash for alien locust-cross-grasshopper-cross-beetle-eat anything-pesky critter-filled attaché and nodded, his expression lifting as he realised they were going to get a little down time and something to silence the grumbling in his stomach...he grinned and held out an arm to Tosh, “shall we..?”  

Jack looked at Ianto, “...you ok..?” he brushed their lips together softly as the Welshman nodded, smiling, and they headed back towards the crippled SUV, three of its tyres having fallen prey to the few tiny aliens who had evaded capture by clinging on to the hem of Jack’s coat when he’d returned to get the secure case once they’d decided how to tackle the problem...tyres had turned out to be a particular delicacy and three were devoured before Jack had noticed...

They arrived back at the stricken vehicle and Jack locked the case into the boot while Ianto spoke to the garage on the phone. He hung up, grinning, as his Captain rejoined him. They’re just waiting for the tyres to arrive – they don’t hold them in stock as they’re an unusual size and it’s only a tiny garage...” he shrugged lightly, “...we’re lucky they were willing to stay open for us... It’s going to be about three hours so I guess we’ve got an evening to play at grockles..!”

He chuckled at Jack’s raised eyebrow. “Grockles – non-locals...visitors from out of town...holiday makers... Do we call Gwen..?”

Jack shook his head. “Tosh said the rift predictor didn’t show anything for the next twenty four hours or so...let Gwen have the rest of her day off in peace...we can call if anything happens...and in the meantime...” he tugged the young man closer and captured his lips gently, Ianto’s arms snaking around the older man’s neck as he melted against him and they lost themselves in each other, delighting in some unexpected alone time... Jack nibbled on Ianto’s bottom lip, his tongue seeking entry to the Welshman’s mouth where it explored the familiar territory with possessive intent as their kiss deepened...

Pulling apart, breathless and flushed, lips pink and deliciously kiss-swollen, they forced air back into their lungs and reluctantly moved away from the car...time was passing and they had arranged to meet the others...

They caught up with Tosh and Owen just as they were setting out deckchairs on the promenade overlooking the beach, the fragrant waft of fish and chips rising from the bulging carrier bag beside them and a cardboard drinks holder with four large takeaway coffees next to it. They sank into the low chairs and Tosh handed round the fish and chips. It was hot and fresh and pure nectar to the four hungry humans... The feast was washed down with the coffee – it wasn’t Ianto’s perfect coffee but it was hot and wet and not bad at all...

Full and contented they relaxed back in their deckchairs watching the world, such as it was in this little seaside town, go by... Jack reached over to grab Ianto’s hand and entwined their fingers, brushing his thumb lightly over the warm flesh... Glancing across, Ianto grinned as he saw Tosh and Owen mirroring their actions...it was high time the acerbic doctor realised just what a gem he had in the pretty tech genius... They rested for some time before Jack’s boundless energy chafed at the inaction and he leapt up, dragging his hand from the Welshman’s before he disappeared along the promenade, his coat billowing behind him.

Ianto craned his neck, trying to see where his Captain had vanished to. He was still scanning the hoards of holiday makers when the unmistakable figure cut through the crowds and bounded up to them, his arms full of brightly coloured plastic which he proceeded to dish out to each of them.

“Ok, sandcastle building contest...loser buys the ice creams...”

“Oh, what fun..!” Owen’s sarcasm was wasted on Jack in this mood and the medic knew it. He made a show of huffing indignantly as he hauled himself out of his chair, muttering about childish games and jumped down onto the sand, secretly looking forward to the simple pleasures of building sandcastles.

Moments later there was the sound of industrious digging and firming down of sand in buckets, of dull thuds as those buckets were turned over and energetic tapping to encourage the emergence of perfect sandcastles...

Fifteen minutes later they were all breathless, covered in sand and grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat as they surveyed their creations! They looked at each other’s castles... Owen’s was a ramshackle affair with crumbling edges and haphazard layout – he’d gone for the historical castle look...Jack grinned as he nudged it with his toe and one of the outer bucket shapes crumbled and fell to pieces... Owen swore – mainly for effect as he’d really enjoyed himself!

 Tosh’s was set around a maze with twin turrets and an impressive double layered main area...she beamed as Jack pronounced it ‘impressive’ before he moved  on to Ianto’s and stood gaping at the replication of the hub’s coffee machine as the Welshman stood proudly by its side. “Wow, Yan...that’s amazing...” as the others agreed and a rather fetching blush of pleasure crept over Ianto’s cheeks. Jack was suddenly overcome with the need to wrap the young man into his arms and kiss him senseless, resisting with extreme effort until the judging was complete.

They moved on to Jack’s creation and this also took their breath away...a huge mound of sand, approximately two feet round and eighteen inches high was topped off with three closely packed bucketfuls with a single one on top of that... “What is that supposed to be?” Only Owen had the audacity to ask what they’d all been thinking...

“Come on – surely you can see...this...” he paused dramatically, “...is a weevil mansion...” as the team sniggered and Jack huffed about short-sighted people with no imagination...

They voted. Ianto won easily and it was a close-run thing for last place, but Jack’s mansion just pipped Owen at the post and he was sent to buy the ice creams as the others made their way back to the deck chairs.

After slurping their way through large Mr Whippy 99’s they joined the throngs ambling along the promenade in the fading summer sunshine, both couples holding on tight to their partner with arms wound round shoulders and waists. The couples split up, Jack finally able to find a quiet spot against the side of a beach hut where he proceeded to kiss his Welshman into oblivion, Ianto’s soft moans lost against his Captain’s mouth as he immersed himself in the wonderous sensations of everything that was Jack...

When they finally met up at the agreed time with Tosh and Owen, all four were smiling, hair tousled and lips pink and kiss swollen... They made their way back to the SUV where the fitter was just finishing the final tyre. Jack paid him, adding a generous tip for the lateness of the hour and they piled into the vehicle for the journey home.

As they approached the outskirts of Cardiff, back at the seaside, the tide was racing up the beach, the gentle surf gradually washing away their castles in the sand...

End