Lost inside of you Part 32/36 + epilogue

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 Title: Lost inside of you Part 32/36+epilogue
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

X-posted jackxianto, jantolution, TW_proper – apologies to those getting this numerous times!

A/N - sorry for the long delay – RL, challenges and needing to go over lots of details meant this took far longer than anticipated...

 

Thanks to the awesome Wykling for the story banner *hugs*

     

 

Chapter 32

 

Jack pulled back gently from Ianto’s soft and sensual lips, cupping his face as he brushed his thumbs tenderly over the young man’s pink flushed cheeks, “I love you...” he whispered, repeating it like a mantra in his head, “...and I was so scared that I’d lost you...” His breath caught in his throat as his thoughts replayed the scenes from earlier, I can’t lose him...not again...Ianto... the raw fear and helplessness washing over Ianto like a tidal wave as they held each other, minds entwining like a tapestry...locking consciousness together...don’t leave me...

 

Grasping the young man by the shoulders, Jack stared into his eyes, reassured by the intensity of the love that blazed out of them... “Before we...” he smiled softly at the images that fed into his head, raising an eyebrow, you’ve got that much energy..? “I want to check out your head as ordered by our good doctor...it might feel a bit strange...impersonal...ok..?” He brushed their lips together lightly, a barely there touch of reassurance as the young man nodded and closed his eyes, breathing deeply...

 

Closing his own eyes, Jack slid into Ianto’s head and began a deep scan, calling on long unused mind techniques from his Time Agent days... Ianto shivered involuntarily at the cold touch, so unlike the gentle caresses he was used to...sorry...just breathe... Jack worked methodically, looking for any signs of disturbance or tampering that would indicate the origins of the targeted attack on his beloved Welshman...this was personal, I’m sure of it...

 

There was nothing, no vapour trails, no trace footprint...nothing...whatever had been there did not appear to have lingered, but Jack was wary...anything or anyone who could come and go without leaving a trace was far more dangerous than something who rampaged through leaving a tangled mess in its wake...

 

With a final check of the state of Ianto’s shields, which he was pleased to see had increased in strength and complexity – he was a rapid learner – Jack switched back to intimate mode, grinning at the second involuntary shudder as warmth flooded the young man’s head and spread rapidly through his body, coming to rest in one area of his anatomy...

 

Ianto moaned softly as the images in his head sent his entire circulation south... He was vaguely aware of Jack’s hands entwining with his and tugging him off the autopsy table, blinking rapidly when his feet made contact with the floor and he was guided up the steps, across the hub and up again into Jack’s office where they sank onto the sofa...

 

Hands grabbed at clothing, yanking hard to release from waistbands, fumbling with buttons and belts and zips, hot breath shared as frantic kisses were exchanged, interspersed with nips of teeth and wanton moans... It was like nothing they had previously shared...deeply intimate, minds woven together through every level of consciousness, every sense heightened so physical touch had the intensity and power of a volcanic eruption, fire blistering every trail of fingertips across heated flesh... The only sounds were their pants and moans, everything else was felt...from deep within every cell, every fibre of their being and Ianto’s climax sent him into a billion pieces amongst the stars...his eyes closed, lips parted in silent exultation...he was Jack and Jack was him and it defied description in any language as he shuddered again and again through blissful waves of pleasure...

 

They collapsed in a panting tangle of limbs as their bodies trembled and a warm and reassuring glow spread through them, starting in their heads and ending in their toes... Jack ran his fingers lovingly through Ianto’s hair, “...you ok..?”

 

“...mnnnn..!” was the most coherent thought available to the Welshman, prompting a smirk from his Captain as he pressed their lips together, the kiss soft and tender...love you...

 

John Hart licked the blood off his lip where he’d bitten down so fiercely he’d broken the skin, his fingers were clenched so hard they’d locked and he was so angry he was physically trembling, his breath rapid and shallow as he fought to keep control... He’d felt the start of Jack’s deep level scan and had withdrawn briefly, erasing any minute signs of his presence...he’d always been better at this than Jack – not that he’d bothered with all this mind crap back then - before easing back in to feel the full force of their lovemaking...threesomes he could do...this was sheer torture and it was only the promise of knowing he was going to break the pretty Welshman, slowly and very very painfully that kept him from knocking his lights out as he’d done before... First though, he needed to get out of this house...it wouldn’t be long before the Earth Plod came knocking...

 

Jack and Ianto were wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing sweet and endless kisses, gentle sweeps of tongue and soft caresses of faces, neck and hair...time was of no consequence...it was just them, right here..right now... until the roller door blared and they sprang apart in a panic..! Jack grinned and gave Ianto a gentle push towards the cubby hole before he began gathering up their scattered clothing...

 

A very relieved Welshman stood at the bottom of the ladder, catching his trousers and underwear as they dropped down towards him... Moments later the rest of his garments joined him, followed by a grinning and still very naked Captain...

 

“Did anyone see you..?”

 

“Nah...they’ve gone straight down to autopsy with the bodies...” he pulled Ianto towards him and kissed him, feeling the young man melt into his touch... we ok..?

 

Yep...more than ok...

 

Reluctantly parting, they finished dressing and climbed back up the ladder. Ianto headed for the kitchen as Jack leant over the railing to look down into autopsy. Peter was unzipping the second body bag, a cold storage drawer open at his feet ready to receive the old man’s body, the table already occupied by the unknown young man...

“Mr X I presume..?” Jack indicated the broken body on the table as the rest of his team looked up at him.

 

“We think he might be a student...” Gwen wrinkled her nose at the smell of death as she leant over the body. “His face looks vaguely familiar from our trawl of the CCTV footage... Give us twenty minutes or so and I’m sure Lois and I can get you an ID...”

 

Jack nodded as the two women headed up the steps towards him and stopped hesitantly at the top... Correctly guessing their unasked question, he nodded again and smiled softly, “...he’s fine...we’re both fine...really...” Impulsively he pulled them both in for a hug, squeezing tightly before releasing them and skipping lightly down the steps to join the medic at the table.

 

“Looks nasty...”

 

“Yeah, whoever this kid was, he took one hell of a beating...most of it appears to be post-mortem - but that’s not the main issue here...” Peter ran the scanner over the body, Jack frowning as the device beeped when it passed over the neck area...

 

“...that’s the residual rift energy signature...shit, this kid was killed by our attacker...” He turned and sprinted back up the stairs, shouting for Gwen and Lois to meet him in the boardroom... Yan..? You ok..? He paused... sorry...I’m just worried... he smiled at the typical stoic response... ok, I’ll try not to! See you in the boardroom...

 

Ianto was handing the coffees round when Peter joined them and dropped into his chair, clutching at his mug and taking a long drink before looking expectantly at Jack as he waited for the cue to start...

 

Jack was in his usual boardroom position – feet up on the table, a gently purring His Nids in his lap replacing the typically steepled fingers...

 

“Ok...we ready to go?

 

Heads nodded round the table. “Ok, first...Ianto was attacked by whoever or whatever this is...it was a targeted attack as I felt nothing this time...they are going for the people I love...so you must all be on your guard...I’m not losing anyone to this and if anyone wants to back away from this that’s fine...” he looked specifically at Gwen before continuing, “...your families must come first...” He was met with determined looks and ghosts of smiles...I love my team...

 

“Ok, Ianto...”

 

“I’m fine...I blacked out, but no damage...other than slight loss of dignity...” he smiled ruefully and sipped his coffee... cariad...I’m fine...stop worrying...let’s concentrate on stopping this bastard or whatever...we still got that nice new bed to christen..!

 

Oh yea..! “Gwen..?”

“Lois and I were able to match most houses to faces, with just a few unknowns as you know... We struck gold with the Davies’ at number 49 who said they’d seen a strange man in the street a few weeks ago...they didn’t take too much notice as this street is full of students and they just assumed he was a mature student or a visitor... They couldn’t remember anything else about him, other than he seemed ‘creepy’...and he went into the house opposite Mr Llewellyn’s...that’ll be number 34...the one Ianto collapsed outside...

 

Yeah, Andy’s getting a team together to go and storm the place...” as Jack leapt to his feet, thrusting a startled His Nids at Ianto who was sat next to him... “...it’s under control Jack...” she turned to look at Ianto beseechingly, needing to calm the agitated Captain down before he went charging down there...

 

You can’t go in there all guns blazing, cariad...I’ll bet my best tie they won’t find anything...we need to be here...

 

But what if he’s still there...I want to kill him for what it did to you...

 

 I know...but we still don’t know enough...finish the briefing first...

 

Sighing heavily, Jack slumped back in his chair and dragged it closer to Ianto’s, reaching across to grab the Welshman’s hand and hold it tightly... Ianto raised his eyebrow but said nothing and just squeezed back, feeling the older man calming...

 

Gwen continued, “...then a couple of weeks ago when Dyllis was walking back up the road after dropping a birthday card into number 28 she saw – or thought she saw...it was dark she said – the stranger coming out of Ted’s place...no-one saw Mr Llewellyn after that...so it’s safe to assume that he was killed by whoever this stranger is... As for the other body...”

 

Lois took over, clicking the remote and filling the viewscreen with an image of the young man currently residing on their autopsy slab. He was very much alive in this image, his head thrown back as he laughed with a crowd of other young men crossing the road where Malvern Street joined the main road. “This was three weeks ago, so he was alive and well then...we don’t have a name yet...”

 

“We do actually!” Peter interrupted, an apologetic look at Lois for cutting in, “...it’s just come through...I scanned his prints before I came up...and his name is Jason Tighe, he was 19 and a student of Law and Psychology...he was arrested at New Year for taking a leak in some woman’s back garden after a no doubt very boozy student night out...the address he gave...34 Malvern Street...and he was reported missing by his parents yesterday...

 

He also has a residual rift energy signature trace around his neck...”

 

“Oh shit..!” the curse echoed around the table from every member of the team, whilst Ianto streamed a torrent of anxious Welsh into Jack’s head...

 

Jack steeled himself, fighting down the rising panic...crushing Ianto’s fingers with his grip of iron and causing the young man to slide His Nids carefully to the floor before physically loosening Jack’s grip with his other hand...

 

“Right, so we know that this stranger killed Jason, we can accept he also killed the old man...why? We have to assume that maybe Mr Llewellyn saw something he shouldn’t have and so had to be silenced... I’m inclined to agree that this is very like your ‘Star Trek’ scenario...but as there hasn’t been any more large scale random violence I’m inclined to think that now he’s got a definitive target...” he squeezed Ianto’s hand and sent a stream of love and reassurance to the Welshman’s head, “...he’s happy to control his anger or emotions and only use it for a specific purpose...”

 

Pausing for breath, Jack glanced round at his team, their faces reflecting determination and concentration... “Right, plan of action...Lois, Gwen...get down there and meet with Andy, see if you can pick up any trace of this mysterious man... Peter, you and I are going to go over Ianto’s brain wave responses to see if there’s any clues... Ok, team, let’s get to it...”

 

Chairs scraped back and they moved rapidly to follow their Captain’s orders... What about me? Don’t just leave me here, Jack...I need to be part of this...

 

I can’t risk sending you out there...it’s too dangerous...

 

My shields are stronger now, more complex...I can take care of myself...I might be able to pick up energy patterns or...

 

No way...you’re not going and that’s final..! We still don’t know enough about it...him...

 

For fuck’s sake Jack..! This is my life too...I get a say...

 

No you don’t...this is my team...my responsibility...I have to keep you safe...

 

You wouldn’t stop Gwen going...

 

You’re not Gwen...

 

Thanks Jack...now I know where I stand..!

 

Jack swore out loud in frustration as Ianto slammed his shields up and stomped off to the kitchen. He reached out softly, knowing he’d really upset the Welshman...he may have understood his Captain’s obsession with Gwen, but that didn’t mean he’d accepted it and that one thoughtless comment... Yan...please...I meant that I don’t love Gwen like I love you...I can’t lose you...not again...

 

Stony silence met his gentle press. He sighed heavily and made his way down to autopsy where Peter was watching the monitors with avid fascination...

 

“Did you two just have a row..?” he asked without taking his eyes off the screen. Jack pressed his lips together and didn’t answer. Peter looked round, catching the hurt in his Captain’s eyes before it was masked with the trademark Harkness grin and a shrug of his shoulders. “Sorry...not my place...but the brainwaves were amazing...here...look..!” He pressed a few buttons and a paper readout began spilling out of the two machines...

 

Jack slumped against the table, his back to the body of Jason Tighe as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. Peter’s excited explanation of the different brainwave patterns washed over him as he went back over his conversation with Ianto... You really fucked that one up, Harkness he told himself I just have to protect him...I can’t lose him...I love him... Despair and horror flooded his thoughts as he contemplated the reality of life without Ianto, especially now he’d been shown a promise of all those extra years, and tears welled in his eyes, a strangled sob escaping despite his efforts to contain it...

 

Peter swung round, pausing in his animated monologue as he realised just how anguished his boss was feeling. He held out his arms and Jack fell into them, sobbing on his shoulder, the pent up tension and worry of the past 24 hours overwhelming him... The medic let him cry, rubbing his back reassuringly, knowing that this was a necessary release before he’d get his Captain back to his impressive best – something they needed desperately if they were to see this thing through...

 

Jack’s sobs subsided and he hung limply in Peter’s arms for a moment before moving away and drying his eyes. “Thanks...” he looked up, meeting the doctor’s concerned gaze. “I’m fine now...really...I didn’t realise how much I needed that...”

 

They turned at the sound of quiet footfall on the steps. Ianto carried a tray with two mugs of coffee and a couple of slices of Jack’s favourite chocolate brownie. He set it down on the dresser, glancing from one man to the other, taking in the tear stained face of his beloved Captain...he knew exactly how he felt... Reaching out a hand, he squeezed Jack’s arm briefly, “I’ll be at the house...lots to do there...keep me busy...I’ve left you flasks for later... ”

 

He nodded at Peter, handed him the electrodes he’d removed from his head and retreated gracefully up the steps, stopping at the top as Jack called out...

 

“Every fifteen minutes...yeah..?”

 

“Yes, Jack..!” a ghost of a smile on his pale face before he turned away and the blaring of the roller door moments later confirmed his departure.

 

Jack and Peter took the printouts into the boardroom and spread them out, Peter resuming his explanations of the different patterns...Jack was amazed at how synchronised their two patterns were...grinning broadly when Peter’s face flushed as he tracked their frantic lovemaking across the page...

 

Ianto had driven to the bungalow and let himself in before he allowed his own tears to fall, sliding down the front door into a heap on the floor as his sobs shook his body...the cold empty space in his head where Jack’s mind would usually be, a stark reminder of the state they were in...

 

John Hart stood at his new upstairs window, number 33 – well, the plod had finished their examinations, the bodies had been removed and here was an empty house just begging for a new resident... He watched as Andy and the enforced entry team had forced the door and gone in... They were joined shortly after by the two Torchwood women...good luck to them – there was nothing to find...

 

He shrugged and stepped away from the window, throwing himself down onto the bed before closing his eyes and finding the link in eye candy’s head... He was rewarded with a blast of warmth and affection between the two men that made him clench his fists, followed by some intense disagreement and a flood of negative emotions...was that jealousy..? Oh, yes, now I’ve got something to work with... He dipped briefly and lightly into Jack’s head from the other end of their connection through their rings, sensing the frustration and fear in the Captain...good...he’s suffering...

 

He slid back into the Welshman’s head as the young man slammed his shields up and stalked away from his distraught lover... This was developing nicely... He stretched out and enjoyed the distress and anguish building in Ianto’s head, positively purring when he broke down sobbing, leaving his shields easy prey...he planted several thoughts deep in the Welshman’s subconscious and pulled back...

 

In another time or place he’d be quite attracted to this quiet and intense young man...for now though, he’d get off on taking eye candy apart...a tiny piece at a time... He smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile...

 

Chapter 33 http://zazajb.livejournal.com/24825.html