Lost inside of you Part 33/36 + epilogue

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Title: Lost inside of you Part 33/36+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  1 - thanks to the wonderful badly_knitted for solving a hitch in procedings - you're wonderful!
A/N 2 -please remember that I am a hopeless romantic and Janto rules...now forgive me...

 

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

 

 

 

Chapter 33

 

Ianto took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. He didn’t know if he felt better or worse for the release of tension. Jack had obviously felt the same...he’d watched him from the top of the steps as he’d sobbed in Peter’s arms, his heart breaking for the man he loved completely despite the anger he still felt at those few careless words...

 

He dragged himself to his feet and bent to retrieve the spare keys from the floor, pushed through the letterbox by the workmen once they’d finished putting the wardrobes and other bedroom furniture together... He walked slowly through the house, checking the finish of each room, nodding with satisfaction at the end results. The beds needed making of course, curtains needed hanging, plus minor finishing touches like pictures and so on, but it was taking shape just as he’d imagined it would...

 

He went into the kitchen and sorted out some beans for his coffee...it was nice to have his choice for a change...although, this would be twice in a few days that he’d made coffee just for himself...not a habit he wanted to get into, he mused. It was incredibly girly, but he felt a teeny bit better as he poured his coffee, using Jack’s blue and white striped mug...

 

Shaking his head, he headed into the guest rooms to make up beds, hang the curtains and put up pictures, pausing every fifteen minutes to check in with Jack...nothing in depth or personal, a simple “I’m fine” before hanging up.

The guest rooms were soon completed and he headed into the master bedroom to make up their bed and hang the curtains, wondering when they’d actually be able to spend their first night in this room... After his next check-in call he headed out to the garden with a fresh mug of coffee and sat on the bench to look out over the sea... The sun’s reflection twinkled on the waves and he felt a rush of peace and serenity, reminding him just why he’d fallen in love with this house...their retreat from all things Torchwood...just them...

 

He almost dropped his...ok, Jack’s mug in his eagerness to pull his phone out of his pocket, pressing #1 on his speed dial... “Ianto...what’s wrong?” Jack’s voice was anxious, panicked even...

 

“Nothing...I just wanted to...to...” his voice trailed away, imagining Jack busy doing whatever he was doing to try and track down this stranger while he was here making up beds and drinking coffee in the fading sunlight...he suddenly felt very guilty...

 

“...to..?” Jack prompted him gently, sounding much more like his Jack than their heroic leader...

 

“...to tell you that I love you...and I’m sorry I’m being such a petulant brat...”

 

“Love you too...and you’re forgiven...if I am too...” the tone was soft, the words whispered so they caressed his ear and sent a wave of warmth through him, a huge smile breaking across his face...

 

“Always, cariad...”

 

“I’ll bring some dinner over later...you can show me what you’ve been doing. Remember, we’re timeless...”

 

“...and eternal...” Ianto’s voice shook with emotion as he hung up and hugged the phone to him, still grinning from ear to ear. He replayed the brief conversation in his head until the sound of voices dragged him from his reverie and he stood up, looking down over the beach to see two men with their arms entwined around each other, three excited dogs, another man with a huge light and an umbrella and a photographer...

 

The photographer was shouting instructions at both the couple and the man with the light while the dogs ran up and down madly and generally got under everyone’s feet much to the delight of the dark haired man of the couple as he laughed – loudly and infectiously... Ianto found himself chuckling as he watched their antics... Guess our entertainer and his partner are home...

 

He looked closer, they were a handsome couple, both wore shorts, the dark haired one had what looked like ugg boots on, while the sandy haired, taller of the two, wore sandals...both were smiling broadly and it was obvious that these smiles were genuine...even at this distance Ianto could see the sparkle in their eyes as they looked at each other... They moved away up the beach in response to the photographer’s demands and were soon out of sight, although he could still hear the dogs barking...

 

He stood a while longer and finished his coffee before heading back inside to drop the mug into the sink and then went out to his car...he still had to thank Lois for collecting it for him when he’d been knocked out...and for doing the two items he was currently unpacking...

 

He carried the chequer-plate tin box into the living room and set it down on the floor, gazing at it with a mix of fondness and ambivalence...it certainly had some history... He thought back to the day before they’d buried it – it seemed so long ago now, but he remembered it like yesterday...

 

They’d had warm brioche for breakfast, fed the ducks by paddling in the pond, shopped in Sartoriani for new shirts and ties, danced on the Quay to the soulful sounds of Ella Fitzgerald and then made love with a tenderness and passion like it was their last ever time... Ianto closed his eyes, reliving the memory... 

 

Jack reached up to release Ianto’s hands from the ladder and turned him back round, the young man immediately sliding his still-tied wrists over his Captain’s head as they kissed tenderly. Finally breaking apart many long minutes later, Jack untied Ianto’s hands and kissed his wrists softly. Then he tugged the t-shirt over his head and climbed up the ladder to place both the t-shirt and the tie into the box, laying the t-shirt at the bottom as a lining and replacing the pictures, toys, memory sticks, card, coffee beans, post-its and the tie on top. He leant down and inhaled the unique scent that was his Welshman, closing his eyes as he closed the lid and sealed the box, before turning to meet the young man’s tear-filled eyes as he watched from half way up the ladder. That’s me...in a box...memories for when I’m dead...

 

Ianto blinked back the tears at the memory...just a few short days later the 456 had demanded millions of earth’s children and he’d died in Jack’s arms... He opened the box and reached in, pulling out the familiar Blue Gillespie t-shirt...this was the first of many t-shirts he owned with this particular band’s logo on – not only was the lead singer pretty hot, the band and logo had come to represent something very special in his life...Jack...

 

Ianto placed the t-shirt to one side and rummaged around in the box, looking for...ah, he gazed at the card he’d recorded a message in for his Captain...it was looking a bit battered and tear-stained now, but Jack had told him he’d opened it every day after he’d dug the box up...six months after defeating the 456 at such terrible cost...every day, no matter where he was as he’d travelled the world and then the cosmos, looking desperately for a place to hide...somewhere he could stop the pain...searching for an absolution that would never come...

 

He sighed heavily and put the card back without opening it...it was too raw, too painful... He stood abruptly and went out into the kitchen to pick up the bag of freshly printed pictures, soft toys, post-its and other sentimental items that he’d spirited away from the hub and his flat in the hope that Jack wouldn’t miss them before he’d had a chance to show him the updated time capsule...

 

Reaching into the bag he pulled out the final two items, his wedding present to Jack...two keys that looked like car remotes and two deep grey slate cubes. Pressing the first one, he watched as it shimmered and a perfect 3D image of them curled around each other fast asleep – Jack’s favourite picture of them- hovered above the surface... Perfect! He pressed the button twice and the image shut off. Checking the second one, he smiled at the image of Jack’s parents that he’d taken on his brief trip with the doctor, his mum’s baby bump very evident...the baby bump that would be Jack once he was born... Clicking the off button, Ianto placed the cubes and their keypads carefully into the box and closed the lid, covering the box with their picnic blanket...another battered item of sentimental value...

 

After another quick check-in call to Jack, he turned his attention to the various pictures and ornaments for the living room... A pair of shimmering red glass vases from the third planet in orbit around Orion [whose name he could never pronounce] went nicely either side of the fireplace, bringing out the colour of the sofas... He added cream scatter cushions, each with a tiny embroidered red Welsh dragon in one corner, to the sofas and chairs, plus some pictures of the teams, past and present...

 

Finally he picked out the model of a sailboat that Owen had left to him saying that it reminded him of the two lovers...Ianto recalled an evening in the pub after a particularly hard day when a semi-drunken Owen had talked about this model of a boat he had...

 

“It’s the boss and the tea boy...it comes in two halves – the top bit rides the waves, here, there...going with the swell no matter which direction that might be, the bottom is the keel, the stability, the calm guidance that keeps the boat upright so it can go wherever it wants to safely... Don’t you see..? Jack’s the top and Ianto’s the bottom..!”

 

The team had dissolved into giggles, adding their own, slightly saucier, interpretation of the medic’s words...

 

After the tragic events at Turnmill, Ianto had been surprised to learn that Owen had bequeathed the boat to him, an emotional moment when he’d split the two halves to find a note in the acerbic medic’s scruffy handwriting... Take care of each other tea boy – the boss really does love you! Beneath that gruff exterior lay a heart of gold, whether it was beating or not... The memory nudged the tears again and he blinked rapidly, setting the boat down carefully on the shelf...   

 

The next hour flew past as he unpacked the bags of shopping that had been delivered the same day as the furniture – all non perishable items, cleaning materials, toiletries...all those things that are ‘just there’ in a home and never noticed unless you run out of them! He had his head in the cupboard under the sink when he heard the sound of a key in the lock and he jumped up hurriedly to complete his preparations for giving Jack his wedding gift...

 

“Ianto..?”

 

“In here...” as he added the large bow to his lapel and finished turning so his hands ended up pinned to his sides...

 

Jack came into the kitchen, swinging a carrier bag of food containers, “...I got us Chinese...” his voice dropping to a whisper as he took in the sight of his gorgeous Welshman wrapped in red ribbon from head to foot, a large matching bow on his left lapel and a tag pinned to his right... Jack dropped the carrier bag on the worktop and leapt towards the young man, his eyes lighting up at the smouldering look of desire blazing out of Ianto’s own blue eyes...

 

He reached for the tag, suddenly realising that his hand was trembling and he smiled...that you-know-me-better-than-anyone-so it’s-ok-to-drop-the-hero smile...intimate and full of love... The message was simple   Jack, all the time I have...I’m yours. Love you, I x Jack’s eyes filled with tears as he reached out to cup Ianto’s face tenderly before crushing their lips together for a passionate kiss that took the Welshman’s breath away...their shields dropped simultaneously and declarations of love merged with steamy images of desire as their minds entwined joyously...

 

“Jack...you need to unwrap me..!” Ianto gasped as they broke off for air, “I can’t move in this..!”

 

Laughing helplessly as he unwound the mass of ribbon, Jack pressed kisses to Ianto’s face, neck, hair...any part of him that came within reach... “How did you get yourself so wrapped up..? It’s very erotic...you know how I like you tied up...” he sent a stream of previous encounters into the young man’s head that had them both panting, arousal straining against the constraints of their clothing...

 

“Taped the end to the worktop and wound myself in it till the roll was empty...the cardboard tube’s over there on the floor somewhere...” Ianto’s voice was heavy with desire, “...you gonna talk or finish unwrapping your present..!” as his arms struggled free and he dragged Jack to him, claiming his mouth hungrily as his tongue explored with possessive intent and they melted into each other, the kiss hard and full of feral want...

 

...fuck Yan..! Jack’s senses swam as he was kissed into oblivion...

 

...that’s the general idea..! Ianto shuffled sideways, his legs still hampered by the trailing ribbon, and slammed Jack back against the door, hands fisting through hair and raking over bodies, their hips grinding together as waves of red hot passion swept them away ...the bed’s made...

 

Panting hard, Ianto pulled away regretfully from Jack’s amazing mouth and tugged at the remaining ribbon, shoving it down to mass at his ankles so he could step out of it before grabbing Jack’s hand and dragging him into the bedroom... They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and lost themselves in a series of blissful kisses and mounting desire...no thoughts...just feelings and sensations...

 

Jack’s hands swept over Ianto’s body, pushing the jacket from his shoulders, then loosening the red silk at his throat, eyes locked on the Welshman’s blue depths, drowning in the intensity of the emotion that blazed within... His fingers trembled as they tugged the tie out from his collar and flung it away, moving to unbutton his shirt...his eyebrows arching in surprise to find another layer under the purple Swiss cotton...

 

Ianto lay very still as Jack finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it aside, gazing at the very familiar Blue Gillespie t-shirt... His mouth gaped open as his head was suddenly filled with the memories of that week...the week before...before the children stopped...

 

Neither moved for long moments and then they were holding each other tightly, tears streaming down their cheeks as the tension of the recent days broke... It was some time before either was able to speak, their heads spinning with tangled images and emotions...

 

Ianto sat up and wiped his eyes before turning to Jack and tenderly wiping away his tears too. Brushing his lips lightly against his Captain’s he entwined their hands and pulled him gently towards the living room, shushing the older man’s questions until he stopped in front of the picnic rug-covered capsule...

 

He felt Jack’s breath hitch as realisation set in and the older man dropped to his knees, dragging the blanket off to reveal the tin below. Jack hesitated before slipping the catches and cautiously opening the lid, peering inside, carefully lifting out the slate cubes and placing them on the coffee table before activating them. He sat back on his heels and gazed at the 3D images that hovered in the air before reaching his hand out tentatively to caress the shimmering figures...

 

...they’re beautiful...so beautiful...thank you... He held his arms out and Ianto fell into them, their lips meeting softly in a gentle kiss that said more than any words could ever say... Breaking their kiss just long enough to stand, Jack took his beloved Welshman back to the bedroom and made love to him, worshipping his body until he flew with angels and, panting and sated, they lay curled in each other’s arms kissing softly as sleep claimed them...

 

John Hart had endured their lovemaking through gritted teeth and some extreme distraction techniques, finding himself more and more attracted to the intense Welshman he was studying with the intention of smashing into tiny pieces... Now he was laying back, freshly released from imagining taking the young man hard and fast... Sated, he began sifting through all the new information he’d gathered from their thoughts...this was going to be easier than he thought... sweet dreams eye candy...

 

The roller door siren blared as he entered the hub. It was in darkness...he frowned...Jack was here...he’d said to meet him here... He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the gloom and ran lightly up the stairs towards Jack’s office...empty... He swung round as he heard smothered laughter...it was coming from the Hothouse...He’s playing hide and seek again...bloody Harkness! Grinning with delicious anticipation he slipped out of his jacket and hung it on the back of Jack’s chair before heading across the gantry and was unbuttoning his shirt as he pushed open the door...

 

His greeting froze in his throat as he took in the sight before him... Jack was semi naked – no top and his trousers were undone, the muted light in the Hothouse reflected the taut lines of his body...the body Ianto loved to run his hands over...to feel it quiver at his touch...to kiss and caress...to own...to possess...

 

“Who the fuck is that Jack?”

 

Jack turned towards him and grinned – a wanton lecherous grin – before his mouth was captured by the other man...the other man who was equally attired – or rather, not attired - semi naked... Jack’s hands pushed down inside the other man’s trousers drawing loud groans of appreciation from rosy pink lips, his hands then mirroring the Captain’s as they dived into his open flies to claim his prize...

 

The two men thrust hard into each other’s hands, desire-laden moans filled the air as they ground against each other, kissing hard...biting at necks, chests... Ianto took a step towards them, fury running white hot through his veins...”I said – Who. The. Fuck. Is. That?”

 

The other man turned, his face familiar...leering... “He’s mine...he’s always been mine...you were just a part-time shag to keep the bed warm...but I’m back now and I’m claiming what’s mine...”

 

Horror replaced fury...

 

 “Jack...no...No...Jack...NO...NO...Jack..!”

 

Chapter 34  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/25243.html