Silver Service | 5
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a_silver_storyTitle: Silver Service
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Chapter: 5/?
Genre: AU, Romance, Angsty, fluffy
Rating: NC17 / 18
Pairings: Main Pairing is Jack/Ianto. Also includes Ianto/Martha, Ianto/Tosh friendship, Ten/Tosh, Mickey/Martha (mentioned)
Warnings: M.M, rentboy!Ianto, Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know. Now pass the retcon ...
Summary: Started as a PWP, but since it's me (sorry folks!) and I really can't do things by halves, it grew and grew and grew (and not in an innuendous sort of way). Doctor Smith owns a posh Cardiff hotel, and the respectable Sixth Earl of Boeshane is coming to stay - and he brings with him some very specific demands.
The story follows Ianto from being born, meeting Toshiko and them running away together to the city, right up until Ianto is taken to work in the Doctor's hotel as a 'service' butler for - you guessed it - Jack.
Everyone's fave OTP ensues. BOO YA!
Torchwood Index/Masterlist
FIRST PART | Chapter 1
Silver Service | 5
Ianto woke to find Jack had already dressed and gone. He yawned and stretched, rolling on to his back and closing his eyes again.
"HE'S AWAKE!" bellowed Mica, and Ianto's eyes snapped open to realize she was perched on the end of his bed.
Pounding footsteps hurried up the stairs and Gwen, Toshiko, Owen, Martha and Diane burst into the room. "Go downstairs with Diane, Mica." Owen instructed, and the two girls left. Owen circled the bed and sat next to Ianto; Martha, Gwen and Tosh clambering onto the bed. Tosh put her arms around his waist.
"Are you okay?" she asked gently.
"Er ... yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"
A look passed between them all. Gwen spoke up first. "We heard ... shouting. And stuff breaking." She gave Owen a very pointed glance, and he averted his eyes, looking a little guilty.
"Oh! No ... nothing happened! He didn't ... he didn't hurt me. He got a bit mad ... about Owen ... and ... then he calmed down and then we fell asleep."
They all seemed to visibly sag with relief. "Thank God for that!" grinned Martha. "We were worried but ... we couldn't come in with him still here."
"No. It's fine ... so ... um ... could you all bugger off while I get dressed, please?"
They all laughed, but none made a move to leave.
"There's more." Toshiko was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. "He's downstairs with Sarah Jane. He wants to know why the agreement he had with her has been ignored."
"Oh ..."
"He's tryna buy you again." Owen clarified.
"Oh ..." Ianto repeated.
"He's been yelling at her all morning." sighed Gwen. "She's lucky no-one actually managed to have sex with you. He's ... a tad possessive, isn't he?"
Ianto snorted. "Possessive? You've no idea! I've only known him - what? Just over 32 hours now, time apart not included ... he said ... he said he liked me because I told him what to do."
Owen sniggered. "So ... he likes to be dominated?" he smirked.
"No ... well ... I dunno. But - I just tell him like ... well ... he's got really bad manners."
They all blinked with blank expressions.
"I just ... tell him to say please and thank you. And remind how other people like to be treated ... how would he feel if someone was doing that to him? I tell him how I want to be treated ... but ... he's so complicated!"
There was shouting downstairs, and they all fell silent to listen. The Earl's voice boomed and echoed around the house, and somewhere a door slammed, muting the voices further.
"He's gorgeous though." said Ianto.
All of them nodded and muttered in enthusiastic agreement.
"Erm ... can I get dressed now?"
They all rolled their eyes dramatically. "Honestly, Ianto." said Owen. "You're still embarrassed about being naked in front of us? You haven't got anything we've never seen before ... s'pecially not Martha ..."
Ianto pushed him off the bed, hard. "Shut up! You can't ever - ever - mention that!" he glanced over at Martha, who had looked away and was biting her lip. Ianto bit back his own upset - the memory of the day Mickey leaving coming back to haunt him again, as well as the guilt of it being partly his fault. He sighed, getting Owen's point about rather pointless modesty, and crossed to his drawers, pulling out clothes and getting dressed.
"I'm going back to the hotel today." he said, coming back to sit on the bed. They had formed a kind of circle, and Ianto couldn't help but notice Toshiko was very pleased to be sat in such close proximity to Owen. He felt a stab of pity for her, and then for all of them. No one could be happy without sacrificing the others.
"Yeah. Owen told us." Martha responded.
"How do you get to hear all this stuff?" Ianto asked him, respect in his voice.
"I'm just that good." he shrugged in reply.
"What with that rather juicy argument going on downstairs ... shouldn't you be eavesdropping or something?" joked Gwen.
"I don't have to be in the room to hear the conversation." smirked Owen.
"You've bugged her office?" exclaimed Ianto, grinning and giving him a playful punch. "You sneaky git!"
Owen laughed. "Sound controlled digital dictaphone. When it's quiet for longer than ten minutes it switches off. If someone starts speaking, it records it. Then at the end of the day, I pick the lock, sneak in, grab it and run back to my room and learn everybody's juicy secrets."
"Owen!" Tosh sounded annoyed. "So ... every conversation we've had with Sarah Jane ... you've heard?"
"No. If it's one of you guys I fast-forward it. Be grateful! I've learnt about boundaries!"
"I hate to think what harsh lesson taught you about boundaries." Ianto contemplated out loud. Owen gave a small laugh but said nothing.
"I'm hungry." moaned Gwen. "D'ya have anything to eat?"
"Just some sweets Mica gave me." Ianto said, crossing the box on his drawers.
"Awwwwww." they all chorused. He turned and gave them a sharp look.
"I remember when you used to buy sweets and chocolates for me." cooed Martha. Ianto turned a little pink, concentrating very hard on retrieving the lollipops from the box. "You were so sickeningly sweet when you were young."
"I'm still young." Ianto pouted, throwing her a lolly, then the rest of them one each in turn. He saved the green one for himself.
"Mica's got a lil' crushhhh!" sang Gwen, nudging Ianto with her elbow.
"Stop it. She's six. She likes the fact I'm nice to her. It's amazing how well people respond when you're nice to them." He gave Owen a pointed look. "Besides ... she'll grow out of it. I grew out of my crush on Martha." he shrugged.
"... and Owen." muttered Toshiko.
"TOSH!!!" He threw the nearest cushion at her, burning red and staring at his lolly. Owen sniggered, nearly choking on his own sweet and Gwen stared around rather incredulously.
"How did I miss that?" she asked, smirking as she tried not to laugh.
"It was for one month when I was fourteen - it doesn't count!" grumbled Ianto.
"I know how many times fourteen year old boys wank ..." laughed Owen.
"Whatever, Owen!" Ianto snapped. "One month - and then I got to know you."
"Ohh calm down, Ianto! Owen got a bit drunk last night an-!" Toshiko gave a yelp as Owen also threw a cushion at her.
"Don't you dare, Sato!" he snarled.
Gwen and Martha giggled, and Toshiko was having great difficulty containing herself. Ianto frowned between them. "What?" he asked. Owen glared at him, then the girls, then back to him again.
"Nothing. I was drunk and started rambling. Like I do. Didn't mean any of it."
Again, the girls were muffling sniggers - Owen was even a little pink in the ears. Ianto decided only to put two and two together in his head, then move on and never, ever, ever, ever think of it again. Okay ... maybe once ...
"It's okay, Owen. It's not your fault I'm such a lovely, big boy."
The girls gaped at him in surprise. "That was exactly what he said!" exclaimed Gwen, pointing at Owen as the three witches began to cackle again.
Owen stared at his thighs a moment, lips pursed. He raised his eyes to Ianto. "I can make things go to shit for you." he said simply. The girls' laughter subsided.
"Owen?" Toshiko said, tentatively reaching out for him. Ianto returned his dark gaze coolly.
"It's just a bit of fun, Owen. You'd do the same to me."
Owen scowled, unable to retort, knowing that Ianto was right.
Awkward silence filled the room, and Ianto turned his gaze to the window. He could see the hotel, rising out of the skyline in the distance through the early afternoon mist. He sighed, longing to be back there in his expensive clothes and big, comfortable bed. Having Jack there was also a plus - a well-behaved Jack, at any rate. He sighed again as a door downstairs banged open, and Jack's voice - still angry - got suddenly much louder. His boots were pounding the stairs as he ascended them, and Sarah Jane's clipped, curt tones followed close behind. There was a sudden pause in the yelling, and the five on Ianto's bed all froze, wondering what was going on. They all jumped when the Earl began a second tirade of angered shouts, louder and more violent than before. The distinct sound of a child wailing filled the air, and all of them sprang to their feet, knowing it must have been Mica he had upset.
They got out onto the landing, and they could now clearly hear Jack's words.
"SIX! SIX! AND YOU HONESTLY THINK IT'S OKAY TO FORCE THIS LIFE ON HER?"
"Actually, you Lordship, I think you'll find it's the consumer that forces this life on her."
"BOLLOCKS, WOMAN! LOOK AT HER! SHE DOESN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON IN THIS HOUSE, NEVER MIND WHETHER OR NOT SHE'LL WANT A PART IN IT!"
"You think people choose to have a part in it?"
"You clearly did." he shot back, and there was a moment before Sarah Jane responded.
"She needed a home and I gave her one."
"You stole her!"
"My mammy left me in the park." sniffed Mica.
Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Martha and Tosh had all settled themselves on a stair, heads poking through the banisters to watch the progression of the scene on the landing below. Jack had now silenced himself, crouching in front of Mica and gently gripping her shoulders, similar to the way Ianto did when he really needed her to listen.
"How long ago was that?"
"N-n-nearly three weeks ..."
"So your mommy might still be looking for you?"
"She doesn't want me. She left me in the park."
"Did she tell you she was leaving you, or did you just turn around and not see her?"
Mica bit her lip and some more tears fell. "I t-t-turned and she was gone ... I shou-shouted and then the man came an-and said sh-she'd left me and that ... she didn't want me anymore ..." She cried harder, losing her voice and sobbing. Jack enfolded her in his arms, comforting her and stroking her hair.
"Listen to me, Princess." he said, pulling her back from him a little and cupping her face, wiping away a tear with his thumb. His smile was kind and reassuring, and Ianto realised it was the well-practiced, comforting smile of an experienced father. His voice was calm and comforting, offering her no anger or contempt. He soothed her and made her trust him. "Your mommy didn't leave you - you were taken away from her. But I know lots of people - lots and lots and lots of people - and I can get you back to her. Do you want to go back home to your mommy?"
Mica gave Sarah Jane a very frightened look, but Jack turned her head back to him. "What do you want, Princess? Not Sarah Jane - you."
"I ... I wanna go home!" she wailed, and this time threw herself into Jack's arms. He over balanced on his haunches a little and laughed as he flung an arm out to steady himself. His other arm held Mica firmly, and as he rose to his feet he carried her with him, settling her on his hip.
"You ... you can't just take her!" spluttered Sarah Jane.
"Why not?" Ianto called from his position on the stairs. The three on the landing jumped in surprise at seeing the five housemates all sat on the stairs watching them, and Jack's eyes bored into Ianto. "Why can't he just take her? You did - from her own mother."
Sarah Jane opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. Jack was staring into the middle distance, but then opened his mouth to speak. "Ianto ... you said ... you were kidnapped when you were ten. The same way?" he asked.
Ianto tensed, and felt Toshiko reach back to grip his hand. "No. I ran away. Toshiko and I were living on the streets - they took us."
Jack's eyes examined the others on the stairs, coming to rest on Toshiko. "She's the one you're doing this for?" he asked.
Flushing Ianto raised his eyes to the ceiling. "I owe her."
Toshiko looked a little confused, frowning and glancing between Jack and Ianto, but said nothing.
Sarah Jane loudly cleared her throat. "All of you need to get to your rooms. Now!"
They all scrambled to their feet, dancing around each other while they tried to get in the right direction to get to their own quarters.
"Not you, Ianto." Jack called. Ianto stopped and turned, frowning, then slowly making his way down the stairs.
"I've told you:" snapped Sarah Jane. "You. Are. Not. Having. Him."
Jack put Mica down on the floor, and she hid behind the tails of his coat. "And I told you," Jack replied, his voice was low and dangerous and threatening. "Either you let me buy him ... or I'll take him anyway."
"You can have Ianto or Mica ... not both." Sarah Jane snapped back.
"I wonder what the police would say if they knew she was here ..."
Sarah Jane scrabbled for a retort. She pursed her lips, and let herself give a small smirk. "I wonder what it would do to your reputation in high society ... finding missing children in brothels? It won't sound the least bit accidental ..."
Jack didn't even blink. He turned back to Ianto. "Pack your things. Mica ... where's your room? Do you have anything to pack?"
Turning and running as fast as he could, Ianto made his way to his room and burst through the door, throwing his few personal possessions back into the cardboard box they'd been transferred from his old room in. Alongside them he threw his sweets, some clothes and some pens and envelopes. The door creaked open, and Toshiko entered the room slowly.
"You're ... not coming back ..." she whispered, and Ianto raised his head to see tears streaming down her face. "You and me ... we ... we've always been together ... and now ..." She flung her arms around him, sobbing into his neck. "Promise me you'll at least phone at Christmas ... please ..."
"I'll come and visit you, Tosh!"
"You said yourself he travels a lot ... how are you going to visit from another country?"
"I'll visit rarely but bring lots of presents. How about that?" he tried, smiling as best he could. "I'll keep an eye out for any jobs for you ... see if I can get us back together again ..."
She gave a weak laugh. "Who's going to employ me? Unless the opening is your job, I doubt I'll get out of here unless I die."
"You could always move down the street. Antonina's is doing well, I hear ..."
"Fraternize with the rival house? Sarah Jane would explode ..." she smirked. Her smile faded as her gaze drifted away. "She ... she's upping our workload, now. No more one or two punters a day ... according to Owen she wants us to do seven."
"Bloody hell ... you'll end up setting yourself on fire with the friction ..."
She snorted, just as a knock echoed through the door. Jack pushed it open before waiting for permission, and stood, framed in the doorway, expectantly gazing in Ianto's direction. "Ready?"
"Yeah. Just ... give me two minutes to say goodbye to everyone."
"I'll wait in the foyer."
He turned and his coat swirled around him as he made his way down the stairs. Toshiko gave a wistful sigh. "You lucky bugger." she said. "I wouldn't even charge for him to do me ..."
Ianto hugged her tightly. "Bye, Tosh. I promise I'll see you soon."
"Yeah ..." she sniffed, breaking away.
Ianto went to Gwen next, hugging her briefly and giving a short goodbye. His farewell to Martha was a little longer, cut short by an impatient Owen cutting between them and holding Ianto so tight he thought he was trying to kill him. As he stood there, trapped in Owen's arms, he whispered gently: "Diane isn't worth it. Toshiko should be your everything." Owen did nothing other than nod, a gesture that Ianto returned. He decided to forego saying any goodbyes to Diane or Sarah Jane, and headed straight to the main entrance with his cardboard box. Jack was waiting in the foyer, Mica sat on his knee, listening enraptured to some story he was telling her about a magical pendant from the Orient that let you hear other people's thoughts.
He looked up as Ianto entered the room, and gazed at him with an unfathomable expression. He blinked a couple of times, then hefted Mica from his knee, took her hand and lead the way out of the house. He guided them to a huge black car, and the chauffeur climbed out of the front to hold the door open for them, giving Mica a very confused look. Ianto just shrugged at him, and followed Jack and Mica into the car. The seats were like sofas, and he stared around at the grand interior with his mouth half open. Mica was doing the same, settled on the seat next to Jack and practically inside his coat. He didn't seem to mind, giving her an amused glance, then sharing a mock-exasperated look with Ianto. Ianto smiled, hugging his box tightly, then turned to look out of the window. He could see the faces of his friends - no, his family - gazing at him from their respective windows. Tosh, Martha and Gwen were all crying. Diane seemed only to be watching to make sure he'd left. Sarah Jane was no where to be seen, and Owen was quite jovially giving him the finger.
A wave of emotion hit him as the car pulled away. He was leaving home. He was leaving his family - and at that moment, he wasn't entirely sure he really wanted to. He turned in his seat as the house disappeared from view behind a corner, running his eyes up and down Jack's form. He looked out of the window again, biting his lip. Lord knows he wanted Jack, and he was certainly going off to a better life than what his family would ever have ... but part of him wanted to be with them, and share the hardship and the poverty and whole unfairness of that life with them, instead of slouching it off easy with Jack. He argued with himself a little, and came to the conclusion that Jack himself wasn't easy - and as the night before had proved, Ianto ran a very high risk of getting shot. He glanced back at Jack again, Mica cradled into his side, and he decided that yes: this is what he wanted. To be with Jack. Even with the whole 'getting shot' thing.
The big black car pulled into the hotel entrance, and the chauffeur pulled open the back doors for them to climb out. Barbara was waiting at the entrance, clipboard in hand and staring quite openly at the child firmly clasped to Jack's side.
"Janet!" he greeted her with a smile. "Here we have Mica Davies. I want a home address for her ASAP. As you can see, Ianto's back with us. Make sure he has everything he nee- where's he gone?"
They turned to find Ianto wrestling with a busboy trying to take his cardboard box from him. Jack sighed, withdrew his gun and sent a shot into the air. A little plaster and concrete from the overhanging balcony above crumbled down, and despite the gunshot Mica didn't react beyond "It's snowing! It's snowing!"
Ianto and the busboy looked over at him, Ianto's eyebrow raised and the busboy rather pale.
"Give him his box." Jack rolled his eyes, and the busboy let go with an apology, saying he didn't realise he was with the Earl and thought he'd needed to check it in case of terrorism and other things. Ianto gave him a weak smile, telling him it was alright, and hurried over to Jack's side.
"Was a gunshot really necessary? And in front of the kid, too ..."
Jack shrugged. "I like to be noticed."
"I noticed." Ianto replied.
"Then I have fulfilled my want of being noticed by your noticing my want to be noticed."
On impulse, Ianto gave him a gentle bat to the back of his head. "Shut up." he said.
Barbara gave him a shocked look, then, upon seeing Jack's non-reaction other than a laugh, a very curious one.
"Janet! Take Mica to have a bath. And buy her a doll. And maybe some dresses and stuff." Jack instructed. "Actually ... get Lois to buy her clothes. You'll end up getting her something the same colour of blue you always wear ..."
Barbara gave a slight shuffle, then reached out for Mica's hand. Mica took after Jack gave her a nod and a smile, and they wandered off into the hotel, Barbara already chatting on her phone.
"Her name's Barbara, y'know." sighed Ianto, following Jack as he made his way towards the lifts.
"What?" he asked, distracted.
"Her name's Barbara."
"Oh ... Is Mica somehow short for Barbara?" he frowned, trying to figure out how 'Mica' could be derived from 'Barbara'.
"No ... your PA." Ianto rolled his eyes.
"My PA?"
"Your PA is called Barbara!"
"Do I have a new PA?"
"No! Janet is called Barbara!"
"What? She's changed her name?" The lift pinged and they stepped inside, turning simultaneously to watch the doors slide shut.
"No ... she was always called Barbara. You just call her Janet."
"Janet's called Barbara?"
"Yes!" Ianto thought they were finally getting somewhere.
"But ... she doesn't look like a Barbara. How am I supposed to remember her name if she doesn't match it?"
"Oh nevermind! Just call her Janet!" Ianto rolled his eyes.
"Maybe I should get her to change it via deed poll." Jack pondered.
"Would you change your name if someone couldn't remember it?" Ianto challenged.
"I wouldn't need to. No one's gonna forget me!"
The lift pinged again, and they stepped out onto the landing. There were only two rooms on their floor: Jack's complex and Ianto's room and en suite, on either side of the hall. It required Jack sliding his keycard into a slot to get up there, and no stairs lead to or from it. Ianto thought that to be a fire hazard, until he discovered that under every single window on this floor were two parachutes and an inflatable slide. He almost considered setting a fire just to try it.
"Go and have a shower and get changed, then come to my room. Please." Jack added, heading off to his door. Ianto paused in front of his own room.
"Um ... Jack? I don't have a key."
"Oh ... well ... looks like your stuck with me then ..."
"Oh. Oh no. What a pity." Ianto smirked. Jack smirked back, opening his door and beckoning Ianto inwards.
The second Ianto's cardboard box touched the coffee table, Jack was behind him, arms encircling his waist and lips kissing and brushing his neck. Ianto raised his arms, locking his fingers behind Jack's head, encouraging him on. "Bed then shower?" he asked.
"Sounds like a plan." muttered Jack, concentrating on marking Ianto's neck again. Ianto pulled away before he could get started, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. He hesitated for a second.
"When's your wife coming back?"
"She's staying at the hospital twenty-four hours until they discharge Lisa."
"Damn ... looks like we're well and truly alone ...."
Jack gave his hand a quick tug and Ianto fell forward into his arms, pressing his lips against Jack's and waiting for his tongue to press forward. They kissed hungrily, Ianto having missed Jack more than he realized, and he clung to him for support as his knees gave way in relief at having him back again. Jack moaned into his mouth as he rolled their hips together, and Ianto squeezed his arse gently, encouraging him to do it again.
They'd pulled off each others' clothes by the time they got to the bed, and Ianto lay on his front with his eyes closed while Jack watched him finger himself. Jack knelt over him, pulling him up and getting him to kneel upright. "It's easier like this ..." he muttered, guiding Ianto's hand back inside his body, kissing his shoulder as he ground down onto his own fingers. Ianto stroked himself and moaned, Jack presence intensifying his masturbation tenfold, the feeling of his erection pressed into his hip making his skin tingle. He groaned in annoyance as Jack pulled his hand away, lying on his back and telling Ianto to straddle his shoulders. Ianto did as he was told, flushed and panting, kneeling with one leg either side of Jack's head and facing his feet. Jack took his wrists in one hand, gripping them tightly behind his back, pushing them up and forcing Ianto to lean forward and come face to face with his erection.
"You want it inside you, Ianto?" Jack growled, his voice grizzled with his arousal.
"Yes ... sir ... yes ... Jack ..." Ianto panted, flicking his tongue out and touching the tip. Jack hissed with desire, then pulled Ianto's wrists backwards so that he was sitting slightly. With his free hand, he stroked over the entrance that was now so close to his face.
"You want it in here, Ianto?" he asked, forcing a digit into the already fingered hole, listening to Ianto's gasping and panting.
"Mmmyeah!" he moaned. Jack withdrew the finger, and lapped his tongue at the ring of muscle, letting out an amused laugh as Ianto squirmed. He stilled as he felt the laugh rumble through Jack's chest, where his cock was currently resting. Jack released his arms and pushed him off.
"On your back." he demanded. Ianto took a couple of deep breaths, ignoring him and turning on to his belly. "I said ... on your back ..." Jack repeated.
"Don't want to ..." panted Ianto. "Just ... on my belly for you. I'm on my belly for you."
"But I want to see you come." Jack insisted, trying to flip him over.
Ianto didn't reply, but stayed adamantly on his stomach, burying his head in the covers.
"Unless ..." Jack pondered. "You don't want me to see you come ..." he frowned.
"Just fuck me, Jack!" Ianto sounded demanding. "I mean ... please, sir. Fuck me."
"Get on your back." Jack repeated.
Ianto groaned and shook out his limbs.
"On your back, or I leave you as you are, and you have to deal with it yourself." Jack snapped.
Slowly, Ianto groaned and turned onto his back. "Good boy." Jack said, leaning down to kiss his mouth and force his tongue into him. He reciprocated hesitantly, but Jack ignored it and started positioning his legs how he wanted them, telling him to lock his ankles around him and hold onto his biceps while they fucked. Ianto did as he was told, and Jack frowned down at him as he refused to meet his gaze. He kissed him again, gently, cupping his face and running a hand up and down his outer thigh, pressing their erections together. Jack's was slick with the lubricant, making Ianto's skin tingle. Eventually, Jack pulled back, knelt up and lined himself up with Ianto's body. He pressed forward slowly, and Ianto moaned and gasped, biting his lip and staring up at the ceiling, then the wall, and then whatever was behind his head: anywhere except Jack.
Jack touched his bundle of nerves and his arms flew up and covered his face as he gasped and writhed. Jack tried to pull them away to look at him, but Ianto resisted and Jack gave up, fully inside him and leaning down over him. He moved slowly, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations, then realizing Ianto hadn't locked his ankles around him like he'd been told. He leant down and bit Ianto's arm. He yelped, but didn't move it away from his face, his skin flushed with pleasure. "Legs ... around ... me ..." panted Jack on his inward thrusts, and slowly he felt Ianto's strong thighs pressing into his sides and heels rest above his buttocks.
His thrusts became more and more erratic, and his attempts to get Ianto to move his arms were failing. So far he had been gentle, but desperation and need took over and he grasped Ianto's wrists in a bruising grip and squeezed the bones together hard. Ianto cried out, and Jack pinned his arms down above his head. Ianto turned his face, trying to hide behind his bicep, and Jack used his elbows to keep his arms down, used his hands to move Ianto's head and force him to look up. He shut his eyes tight, and Jack made an exasperated sound. "I need you to look at me Ianto ... please ... look at me ..."
"No no no ..." Ianto breathed. "Can't ..."
"I want to see you enjoying yourself. Don't be self-conscious ... don't apologize for being alive ... let me see ... let me see ..."
Ianto's eyes flickered open and locked with Jack's. "Hello, beautiful." Jack smiled.
They stared at each other, Jack fucking harder and both of them coming together, before Jack slumped on top of him, stroking his cheek against Ianto's like a cat. He gave a small contented laugh. "You're mine now." he whispered in Ianto's ear. "You're all mine ..."
"Careful. You're starting to sound like a Pixar animated classic ..." said Ianto irritably, pushing him off and making him pull out. He crossed over to where his clothes were heaped around, and turned when he felt Jack's confused eyes boring into him. "What?"
"What's the matter with you?" Jack frowned, sitting up. "Come back here, and sit with me. Please." he added as Ianto made to turn away.
"No."
"I own you now. You'll do as I say."
"I bloody won't." scowled Ianto. "And you don't own me. You employ me." He turned to go in search of his lost clothing, and gave a surprised shout when he found himself lifted clean off his feet and thrown onto the bed. Jack sat behind him, locking his arms around his waist and curling his legs around his body. Ianto gave up struggling and relaxed, his head lolling back onto Jack's shoulder. "You ... you made me do it on my back ... and ... I didn't want to."
"Why?" asked Jack.
"Because it's like ... you could see my face properly and ..."
"What's wrong with that?"
Ianto didn't reply for a moment, then took a deep breath. "It's ... it's more intimate. And ... we're not ... we're not ... this isn't about intimate."
"Why?"
"I ... well ... I'm a rentboy."
"Not anymore."
"No ... but ... what am I then? I'm still paid to have sex with you, aren't I?"
"You're mine, though. Rentboys sleep with whoever pays. I'm not paying you exactly - I'm just going to give you whatever you want so ... you're my ... my ..."
"Bit on the side?"
"That'll do. Bit on the side. Though ... really ... you're not so much on the side, since Adeiola hasn't offered me a main course since about 2004 ..."
"What do you want from me, Jack?" Ianto asked, turning in his arms so that he could return the embrace tightening around him.
"Your body. And the occasional conversation." Jack said bluntly.
"Oh ... okay. But ..." he raised himself to eye level. "I ... I can give you more ..." Jack's eyes met his, and understanding passed through them. He bit his lip and looked away.
"You won't like me this time next month, Ianto." he sighed.
"I will."
"You won't. I'm ... I'm not ... you shouldn't like me ... you shouldn't ..."
"Why?"
"I've done ... terrible things. And there a plenty of terrible things left for me to do ..."
Ianto cupped his face and forced him to turn his head and look at him. "You've also done good things."
Jack snorted. "Like when?"
"Like today - Mica. You're helping her get home."
"She ... she's just a little girl ..." he said. "She ... no one else would do anything ... and ... her mother ... her poor mother ..." His voice was distant, and Jack stroked his cheek gently. Leaning forward, Jack pressed their mouths together. "Please, Ianto. Don't like me ... you'll only get hurt ..."
"But ... you like me ..." Ianto pointed out. Jack bit his lip and looked away again.
"No, I don't." He turned back and his eyes were steely and cold.
"You do!" Ianto insisted. "I know you do! After everything you did to get me!"
"I like your body. It's hard to find someone so willing who's so tight ...."
Ianto shoved him backwards. "Get off me. I'm not listening to this." He climbed off the bed, making for the door and pressing the button for the cleaner to come up - she would have a key for his room.
"It's not my fault you can't handle it. Being so young and innocent and ... sensitive. I'm just using your body - and you've got no choice but to let me ..."
Ianto turned, hesitating in the doorway. "You're a bastard, you know that, Jack? And I don't mean you're being a bastard to me: you're being a bastard to yourself. And that takes talent!" he snapped, turning on his heel and marching out to find the rest of his clothes. He left Jack's room and saw that his own bedroom door was open, and hurried towards it just as the cleaner stepped out of the lift. "Sorry!" he called to her. "Fell on the button!"
He opened his door fully and saw Mica sat on the bed with Lois, wearing new jeans and t-shirt and nursing an action man in a long coat. Ianto rolled his eyes at it, and Lois rose to leave without even acknowledging him. "Nice to see you again, too!" he called after her sarcastically. He smiled at Mica. "Have you - by any chance - decided to call your doll Jack?"
"No." she beamed. "I've called him Ianto!"
"Oh!" He felt himself turn bright red. "Oh ... right. That's ... nice of you ... though ... I'm not really an Action Man ..."
"I know ... but you weren't exactly a River doll either."
"River?"
"Barbie's boyfriend."
"... I thought Barbie was going out with Ken?"
"Nope. She dumped him and now she's going out with River."
"Oh ... so ... you bought an Action Man and called it Ianto?"
"No ... I bought two Action Men and called one Ianto and one Jack! Look!" She withdrew another doll, this one wearing a shorter black jacket. "Oh ... actually, I think this one's Ianto ...."
Ianto laughed. "The one in the long coat is definitely Jack ..."
"You talking about me?" Jack's voiced said behind them. Ianto tensed a little, turning and giving him a polite smile.
"She's bought some dolls. One of them is called Jack, and the other one is called Ianto." Mica held the dolls up for him to see.
"Action Men?" he asked. "Wouldn't you have preferred a Barbie - or a Sindy? Or ... what's that one that's big now? The girls and the fashion and the shopping and no noses."
"Bratz?" offered Mica. "I have lots of Bratz at home."
"Yeah ... Bratz. Y'know ... when my daughter was little like you, she'd have loved a Bratz doll. All the Barbies were these fairy things with lighty-up wings or princesses and stuff like that. None of these rock chicks or footballers. She loved football ..." he trailed off, then grinned at Mica.
"You have a daughter?" asked Mica.
"Yep. She's in hospital, though. She's very sick."
"Will she get better?"
Jack's jaw tensed, and impulsively Ianto touched his hand gently. Jack flickered his gaze to him, then back to Mica. "I hope so." was all he said. Mica's eyes dropped to where their hands were touching, and they both moved away from each other a little self-consciously. "Anyway ... you need to go and get something to eat, young lady!" Jack told her, sounding a little brighter - though it was obviously forced. "Me and Ianto have grown-up things to talk about! Go downstairs and find Janet! Go on ... you know how to use the lift, don't you?"
"Yes! Silly!" she giggled, hopping off the bed, Little Jack and Little Ianto under an arm. She paused by the door. "Who's Janet?"
Ianto sighed. "Barbara ... find Barbara ..."
"Ohh! I know which room she's in! I had a bath there!" she chirruped and disappeared, shutting the door behind her.
"So ..." breathed Ianto. "We have 'grown-up' things to talk about, have we?"
"I ... I'm sorry." Jack managed to say. "Come back to bed with me. I want to hold you for a bit."
"Why?"
"Because ... I like holding you."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Why?"
"Because ... you're ... you." Jack stammered. Ianto found himself smiling, hearing his own words repeated back to him, intentional or no.
"Okay. But I want to stay in here for now. Until they bring me a key up, anyway." He started pulling at the bed sheets, kicking his trainers off and crawling under them. Jack yanked his boots and socks off, taking off his over shirt, slinging down his braces and crawling in behind him. He tentatively spooned into his back, hoping not to be banished to the other side of the bed.
"I really like you." he whispered in Ianto's ear, cuddling into him and pulling him closer. "I didn't mean what I said. I just ... I don't normally have feelings for people ... I just ... it's been weird this past couple of weeks and ..."
"... and now you've said that, we don't have to talk about feelings." Ianto cut him off. "Now shut up and finish holding me. I wanna go and get something to eat ..."
FIN
Is it me, or do all these chapters tend to end up with Janto In Bed?
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Author:
a_silver_storyChapter: 5/?
Genre: AU, Romance, Angsty, fluffy
Rating: NC17 / 18
Pairings: Main Pairing is Jack/Ianto. Also includes Ianto/Martha, Ianto/Tosh friendship, Ten/Tosh, Mickey/Martha (mentioned)
Warnings: M.M, rentboy!Ianto, Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know. Now pass the retcon ...
Summary: Started as a PWP, but since it's me (sorry folks!) and I really can't do things by halves, it grew and grew and grew (and not in an innuendous sort of way). Doctor Smith owns a posh Cardiff hotel, and the respectable Sixth Earl of Boeshane is coming to stay - and he brings with him some very specific demands.
The story follows Ianto from being born, meeting Toshiko and them running away together to the city, right up until Ianto is taken to work in the Doctor's hotel as a 'service' butler for - you guessed it - Jack.
Everyone's fave OTP ensues. BOO YA!
Torchwood Index/Masterlist
FIRST PART | Chapter 1
Silver Service | 5
Ianto woke to find Jack had already dressed and gone. He yawned and stretched, rolling on to his back and closing his eyes again.
"HE'S AWAKE!" bellowed Mica, and Ianto's eyes snapped open to realize she was perched on the end of his bed.
Pounding footsteps hurried up the stairs and Gwen, Toshiko, Owen, Martha and Diane burst into the room. "Go downstairs with Diane, Mica." Owen instructed, and the two girls left. Owen circled the bed and sat next to Ianto; Martha, Gwen and Tosh clambering onto the bed. Tosh put her arms around his waist.
"Are you okay?" she asked gently.
"Er ... yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"
A look passed between them all. Gwen spoke up first. "We heard ... shouting. And stuff breaking." She gave Owen a very pointed glance, and he averted his eyes, looking a little guilty.
"Oh! No ... nothing happened! He didn't ... he didn't hurt me. He got a bit mad ... about Owen ... and ... then he calmed down and then we fell asleep."
They all seemed to visibly sag with relief. "Thank God for that!" grinned Martha. "We were worried but ... we couldn't come in with him still here."
"No. It's fine ... so ... um ... could you all bugger off while I get dressed, please?"
They all laughed, but none made a move to leave.
"There's more." Toshiko was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. "He's downstairs with Sarah Jane. He wants to know why the agreement he had with her has been ignored."
"Oh ..."
"He's tryna buy you again." Owen clarified.
"Oh ..." Ianto repeated.
"He's been yelling at her all morning." sighed Gwen. "She's lucky no-one actually managed to have sex with you. He's ... a tad possessive, isn't he?"
Ianto snorted. "Possessive? You've no idea! I've only known him - what? Just over 32 hours now, time apart not included ... he said ... he said he liked me because I told him what to do."
Owen sniggered. "So ... he likes to be dominated?" he smirked.
"No ... well ... I dunno. But - I just tell him like ... well ... he's got really bad manners."
They all blinked with blank expressions.
"I just ... tell him to say please and thank you. And remind how other people like to be treated ... how would he feel if someone was doing that to him? I tell him how I want to be treated ... but ... he's so complicated!"
There was shouting downstairs, and they all fell silent to listen. The Earl's voice boomed and echoed around the house, and somewhere a door slammed, muting the voices further.
"He's gorgeous though." said Ianto.
All of them nodded and muttered in enthusiastic agreement.
"Erm ... can I get dressed now?"
They all rolled their eyes dramatically. "Honestly, Ianto." said Owen. "You're still embarrassed about being naked in front of us? You haven't got anything we've never seen before ... s'pecially not Martha ..."
Ianto pushed him off the bed, hard. "Shut up! You can't ever - ever - mention that!" he glanced over at Martha, who had looked away and was biting her lip. Ianto bit back his own upset - the memory of the day Mickey leaving coming back to haunt him again, as well as the guilt of it being partly his fault. He sighed, getting Owen's point about rather pointless modesty, and crossed to his drawers, pulling out clothes and getting dressed.
"I'm going back to the hotel today." he said, coming back to sit on the bed. They had formed a kind of circle, and Ianto couldn't help but notice Toshiko was very pleased to be sat in such close proximity to Owen. He felt a stab of pity for her, and then for all of them. No one could be happy without sacrificing the others.
"Yeah. Owen told us." Martha responded.
"How do you get to hear all this stuff?" Ianto asked him, respect in his voice.
"I'm just that good." he shrugged in reply.
"What with that rather juicy argument going on downstairs ... shouldn't you be eavesdropping or something?" joked Gwen.
"I don't have to be in the room to hear the conversation." smirked Owen.
"You've bugged her office?" exclaimed Ianto, grinning and giving him a playful punch. "You sneaky git!"
Owen laughed. "Sound controlled digital dictaphone. When it's quiet for longer than ten minutes it switches off. If someone starts speaking, it records it. Then at the end of the day, I pick the lock, sneak in, grab it and run back to my room and learn everybody's juicy secrets."
"Owen!" Tosh sounded annoyed. "So ... every conversation we've had with Sarah Jane ... you've heard?"
"No. If it's one of you guys I fast-forward it. Be grateful! I've learnt about boundaries!"
"I hate to think what harsh lesson taught you about boundaries." Ianto contemplated out loud. Owen gave a small laugh but said nothing.
"I'm hungry." moaned Gwen. "D'ya have anything to eat?"
"Just some sweets Mica gave me." Ianto said, crossing the box on his drawers.
"Awwwwww." they all chorused. He turned and gave them a sharp look.
"I remember when you used to buy sweets and chocolates for me." cooed Martha. Ianto turned a little pink, concentrating very hard on retrieving the lollipops from the box. "You were so sickeningly sweet when you were young."
"I'm still young." Ianto pouted, throwing her a lolly, then the rest of them one each in turn. He saved the green one for himself.
"Mica's got a lil' crushhhh!" sang Gwen, nudging Ianto with her elbow.
"Stop it. She's six. She likes the fact I'm nice to her. It's amazing how well people respond when you're nice to them." He gave Owen a pointed look. "Besides ... she'll grow out of it. I grew out of my crush on Martha." he shrugged.
"... and Owen." muttered Toshiko.
"TOSH!!!" He threw the nearest cushion at her, burning red and staring at his lolly. Owen sniggered, nearly choking on his own sweet and Gwen stared around rather incredulously.
"How did I miss that?" she asked, smirking as she tried not to laugh.
"It was for one month when I was fourteen - it doesn't count!" grumbled Ianto.
"I know how many times fourteen year old boys wank ..." laughed Owen.
"Whatever, Owen!" Ianto snapped. "One month - and then I got to know you."
"Ohh calm down, Ianto! Owen got a bit drunk last night an-!" Toshiko gave a yelp as Owen also threw a cushion at her.
"Don't you dare, Sato!" he snarled.
Gwen and Martha giggled, and Toshiko was having great difficulty containing herself. Ianto frowned between them. "What?" he asked. Owen glared at him, then the girls, then back to him again.
"Nothing. I was drunk and started rambling. Like I do. Didn't mean any of it."
Again, the girls were muffling sniggers - Owen was even a little pink in the ears. Ianto decided only to put two and two together in his head, then move on and never, ever, ever, ever think of it again. Okay ... maybe once ...
"It's okay, Owen. It's not your fault I'm such a lovely, big boy."
The girls gaped at him in surprise. "That was exactly what he said!" exclaimed Gwen, pointing at Owen as the three witches began to cackle again.
Owen stared at his thighs a moment, lips pursed. He raised his eyes to Ianto. "I can make things go to shit for you." he said simply. The girls' laughter subsided.
"Owen?" Toshiko said, tentatively reaching out for him. Ianto returned his dark gaze coolly.
"It's just a bit of fun, Owen. You'd do the same to me."
Owen scowled, unable to retort, knowing that Ianto was right.
Awkward silence filled the room, and Ianto turned his gaze to the window. He could see the hotel, rising out of the skyline in the distance through the early afternoon mist. He sighed, longing to be back there in his expensive clothes and big, comfortable bed. Having Jack there was also a plus - a well-behaved Jack, at any rate. He sighed again as a door downstairs banged open, and Jack's voice - still angry - got suddenly much louder. His boots were pounding the stairs as he ascended them, and Sarah Jane's clipped, curt tones followed close behind. There was a sudden pause in the yelling, and the five on Ianto's bed all froze, wondering what was going on. They all jumped when the Earl began a second tirade of angered shouts, louder and more violent than before. The distinct sound of a child wailing filled the air, and all of them sprang to their feet, knowing it must have been Mica he had upset.
They got out onto the landing, and they could now clearly hear Jack's words.
"SIX! SIX! AND YOU HONESTLY THINK IT'S OKAY TO FORCE THIS LIFE ON HER?"
"Actually, you Lordship, I think you'll find it's the consumer that forces this life on her."
"BOLLOCKS, WOMAN! LOOK AT HER! SHE DOESN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON IN THIS HOUSE, NEVER MIND WHETHER OR NOT SHE'LL WANT A PART IN IT!"
"You think people choose to have a part in it?"
"You clearly did." he shot back, and there was a moment before Sarah Jane responded.
"She needed a home and I gave her one."
"You stole her!"
"My mammy left me in the park." sniffed Mica.
Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Martha and Tosh had all settled themselves on a stair, heads poking through the banisters to watch the progression of the scene on the landing below. Jack had now silenced himself, crouching in front of Mica and gently gripping her shoulders, similar to the way Ianto did when he really needed her to listen.
"How long ago was that?"
"N-n-nearly three weeks ..."
"So your mommy might still be looking for you?"
"She doesn't want me. She left me in the park."
"Did she tell you she was leaving you, or did you just turn around and not see her?"
Mica bit her lip and some more tears fell. "I t-t-turned and she was gone ... I shou-shouted and then the man came an-and said sh-she'd left me and that ... she didn't want me anymore ..." She cried harder, losing her voice and sobbing. Jack enfolded her in his arms, comforting her and stroking her hair.
"Listen to me, Princess." he said, pulling her back from him a little and cupping her face, wiping away a tear with his thumb. His smile was kind and reassuring, and Ianto realised it was the well-practiced, comforting smile of an experienced father. His voice was calm and comforting, offering her no anger or contempt. He soothed her and made her trust him. "Your mommy didn't leave you - you were taken away from her. But I know lots of people - lots and lots and lots of people - and I can get you back to her. Do you want to go back home to your mommy?"
Mica gave Sarah Jane a very frightened look, but Jack turned her head back to him. "What do you want, Princess? Not Sarah Jane - you."
"I ... I wanna go home!" she wailed, and this time threw herself into Jack's arms. He over balanced on his haunches a little and laughed as he flung an arm out to steady himself. His other arm held Mica firmly, and as he rose to his feet he carried her with him, settling her on his hip.
"You ... you can't just take her!" spluttered Sarah Jane.
"Why not?" Ianto called from his position on the stairs. The three on the landing jumped in surprise at seeing the five housemates all sat on the stairs watching them, and Jack's eyes bored into Ianto. "Why can't he just take her? You did - from her own mother."
Sarah Jane opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. Jack was staring into the middle distance, but then opened his mouth to speak. "Ianto ... you said ... you were kidnapped when you were ten. The same way?" he asked.
Ianto tensed, and felt Toshiko reach back to grip his hand. "No. I ran away. Toshiko and I were living on the streets - they took us."
Jack's eyes examined the others on the stairs, coming to rest on Toshiko. "She's the one you're doing this for?" he asked.
Flushing Ianto raised his eyes to the ceiling. "I owe her."
Toshiko looked a little confused, frowning and glancing between Jack and Ianto, but said nothing.
Sarah Jane loudly cleared her throat. "All of you need to get to your rooms. Now!"
They all scrambled to their feet, dancing around each other while they tried to get in the right direction to get to their own quarters.
"Not you, Ianto." Jack called. Ianto stopped and turned, frowning, then slowly making his way down the stairs.
"I've told you:" snapped Sarah Jane. "You. Are. Not. Having. Him."
Jack put Mica down on the floor, and she hid behind the tails of his coat. "And I told you," Jack replied, his voice was low and dangerous and threatening. "Either you let me buy him ... or I'll take him anyway."
"You can have Ianto or Mica ... not both." Sarah Jane snapped back.
"I wonder what the police would say if they knew she was here ..."
Sarah Jane scrabbled for a retort. She pursed her lips, and let herself give a small smirk. "I wonder what it would do to your reputation in high society ... finding missing children in brothels? It won't sound the least bit accidental ..."
Jack didn't even blink. He turned back to Ianto. "Pack your things. Mica ... where's your room? Do you have anything to pack?"
Turning and running as fast as he could, Ianto made his way to his room and burst through the door, throwing his few personal possessions back into the cardboard box they'd been transferred from his old room in. Alongside them he threw his sweets, some clothes and some pens and envelopes. The door creaked open, and Toshiko entered the room slowly.
"You're ... not coming back ..." she whispered, and Ianto raised his head to see tears streaming down her face. "You and me ... we ... we've always been together ... and now ..." She flung her arms around him, sobbing into his neck. "Promise me you'll at least phone at Christmas ... please ..."
"I'll come and visit you, Tosh!"
"You said yourself he travels a lot ... how are you going to visit from another country?"
"I'll visit rarely but bring lots of presents. How about that?" he tried, smiling as best he could. "I'll keep an eye out for any jobs for you ... see if I can get us back together again ..."
She gave a weak laugh. "Who's going to employ me? Unless the opening is your job, I doubt I'll get out of here unless I die."
"You could always move down the street. Antonina's is doing well, I hear ..."
"Fraternize with the rival house? Sarah Jane would explode ..." she smirked. Her smile faded as her gaze drifted away. "She ... she's upping our workload, now. No more one or two punters a day ... according to Owen she wants us to do seven."
"Bloody hell ... you'll end up setting yourself on fire with the friction ..."
She snorted, just as a knock echoed through the door. Jack pushed it open before waiting for permission, and stood, framed in the doorway, expectantly gazing in Ianto's direction. "Ready?"
"Yeah. Just ... give me two minutes to say goodbye to everyone."
"I'll wait in the foyer."
He turned and his coat swirled around him as he made his way down the stairs. Toshiko gave a wistful sigh. "You lucky bugger." she said. "I wouldn't even charge for him to do me ..."
Ianto hugged her tightly. "Bye, Tosh. I promise I'll see you soon."
"Yeah ..." she sniffed, breaking away.
Ianto went to Gwen next, hugging her briefly and giving a short goodbye. His farewell to Martha was a little longer, cut short by an impatient Owen cutting between them and holding Ianto so tight he thought he was trying to kill him. As he stood there, trapped in Owen's arms, he whispered gently: "Diane isn't worth it. Toshiko should be your everything." Owen did nothing other than nod, a gesture that Ianto returned. He decided to forego saying any goodbyes to Diane or Sarah Jane, and headed straight to the main entrance with his cardboard box. Jack was waiting in the foyer, Mica sat on his knee, listening enraptured to some story he was telling her about a magical pendant from the Orient that let you hear other people's thoughts.
He looked up as Ianto entered the room, and gazed at him with an unfathomable expression. He blinked a couple of times, then hefted Mica from his knee, took her hand and lead the way out of the house. He guided them to a huge black car, and the chauffeur climbed out of the front to hold the door open for them, giving Mica a very confused look. Ianto just shrugged at him, and followed Jack and Mica into the car. The seats were like sofas, and he stared around at the grand interior with his mouth half open. Mica was doing the same, settled on the seat next to Jack and practically inside his coat. He didn't seem to mind, giving her an amused glance, then sharing a mock-exasperated look with Ianto. Ianto smiled, hugging his box tightly, then turned to look out of the window. He could see the faces of his friends - no, his family - gazing at him from their respective windows. Tosh, Martha and Gwen were all crying. Diane seemed only to be watching to make sure he'd left. Sarah Jane was no where to be seen, and Owen was quite jovially giving him the finger.
A wave of emotion hit him as the car pulled away. He was leaving home. He was leaving his family - and at that moment, he wasn't entirely sure he really wanted to. He turned in his seat as the house disappeared from view behind a corner, running his eyes up and down Jack's form. He looked out of the window again, biting his lip. Lord knows he wanted Jack, and he was certainly going off to a better life than what his family would ever have ... but part of him wanted to be with them, and share the hardship and the poverty and whole unfairness of that life with them, instead of slouching it off easy with Jack. He argued with himself a little, and came to the conclusion that Jack himself wasn't easy - and as the night before had proved, Ianto ran a very high risk of getting shot. He glanced back at Jack again, Mica cradled into his side, and he decided that yes: this is what he wanted. To be with Jack. Even with the whole 'getting shot' thing.
The big black car pulled into the hotel entrance, and the chauffeur pulled open the back doors for them to climb out. Barbara was waiting at the entrance, clipboard in hand and staring quite openly at the child firmly clasped to Jack's side.
"Janet!" he greeted her with a smile. "Here we have Mica Davies. I want a home address for her ASAP. As you can see, Ianto's back with us. Make sure he has everything he nee- where's he gone?"
They turned to find Ianto wrestling with a busboy trying to take his cardboard box from him. Jack sighed, withdrew his gun and sent a shot into the air. A little plaster and concrete from the overhanging balcony above crumbled down, and despite the gunshot Mica didn't react beyond "It's snowing! It's snowing!"
Ianto and the busboy looked over at him, Ianto's eyebrow raised and the busboy rather pale.
"Give him his box." Jack rolled his eyes, and the busboy let go with an apology, saying he didn't realise he was with the Earl and thought he'd needed to check it in case of terrorism and other things. Ianto gave him a weak smile, telling him it was alright, and hurried over to Jack's side.
"Was a gunshot really necessary? And in front of the kid, too ..."
Jack shrugged. "I like to be noticed."
"I noticed." Ianto replied.
"Then I have fulfilled my want of being noticed by your noticing my want to be noticed."
On impulse, Ianto gave him a gentle bat to the back of his head. "Shut up." he said.
Barbara gave him a shocked look, then, upon seeing Jack's non-reaction other than a laugh, a very curious one.
"Janet! Take Mica to have a bath. And buy her a doll. And maybe some dresses and stuff." Jack instructed. "Actually ... get Lois to buy her clothes. You'll end up getting her something the same colour of blue you always wear ..."
Barbara gave a slight shuffle, then reached out for Mica's hand. Mica took after Jack gave her a nod and a smile, and they wandered off into the hotel, Barbara already chatting on her phone.
"Her name's Barbara, y'know." sighed Ianto, following Jack as he made his way towards the lifts.
"What?" he asked, distracted.
"Her name's Barbara."
"Oh ... Is Mica somehow short for Barbara?" he frowned, trying to figure out how 'Mica' could be derived from 'Barbara'.
"No ... your PA." Ianto rolled his eyes.
"My PA?"
"Your PA is called Barbara!"
"Do I have a new PA?"
"No! Janet is called Barbara!"
"What? She's changed her name?" The lift pinged and they stepped inside, turning simultaneously to watch the doors slide shut.
"No ... she was always called Barbara. You just call her Janet."
"Janet's called Barbara?"
"Yes!" Ianto thought they were finally getting somewhere.
"But ... she doesn't look like a Barbara. How am I supposed to remember her name if she doesn't match it?"
"Oh nevermind! Just call her Janet!" Ianto rolled his eyes.
"Maybe I should get her to change it via deed poll." Jack pondered.
"Would you change your name if someone couldn't remember it?" Ianto challenged.
"I wouldn't need to. No one's gonna forget me!"
The lift pinged again, and they stepped out onto the landing. There were only two rooms on their floor: Jack's complex and Ianto's room and en suite, on either side of the hall. It required Jack sliding his keycard into a slot to get up there, and no stairs lead to or from it. Ianto thought that to be a fire hazard, until he discovered that under every single window on this floor were two parachutes and an inflatable slide. He almost considered setting a fire just to try it.
"Go and have a shower and get changed, then come to my room. Please." Jack added, heading off to his door. Ianto paused in front of his own room.
"Um ... Jack? I don't have a key."
"Oh ... well ... looks like your stuck with me then ..."
"Oh. Oh no. What a pity." Ianto smirked. Jack smirked back, opening his door and beckoning Ianto inwards.
The second Ianto's cardboard box touched the coffee table, Jack was behind him, arms encircling his waist and lips kissing and brushing his neck. Ianto raised his arms, locking his fingers behind Jack's head, encouraging him on. "Bed then shower?" he asked.
"Sounds like a plan." muttered Jack, concentrating on marking Ianto's neck again. Ianto pulled away before he could get started, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. He hesitated for a second.
"When's your wife coming back?"
"She's staying at the hospital twenty-four hours until they discharge Lisa."
"Damn ... looks like we're well and truly alone ...."
Jack gave his hand a quick tug and Ianto fell forward into his arms, pressing his lips against Jack's and waiting for his tongue to press forward. They kissed hungrily, Ianto having missed Jack more than he realized, and he clung to him for support as his knees gave way in relief at having him back again. Jack moaned into his mouth as he rolled their hips together, and Ianto squeezed his arse gently, encouraging him to do it again.
They'd pulled off each others' clothes by the time they got to the bed, and Ianto lay on his front with his eyes closed while Jack watched him finger himself. Jack knelt over him, pulling him up and getting him to kneel upright. "It's easier like this ..." he muttered, guiding Ianto's hand back inside his body, kissing his shoulder as he ground down onto his own fingers. Ianto stroked himself and moaned, Jack presence intensifying his masturbation tenfold, the feeling of his erection pressed into his hip making his skin tingle. He groaned in annoyance as Jack pulled his hand away, lying on his back and telling Ianto to straddle his shoulders. Ianto did as he was told, flushed and panting, kneeling with one leg either side of Jack's head and facing his feet. Jack took his wrists in one hand, gripping them tightly behind his back, pushing them up and forcing Ianto to lean forward and come face to face with his erection.
"You want it inside you, Ianto?" Jack growled, his voice grizzled with his arousal.
"Yes ... sir ... yes ... Jack ..." Ianto panted, flicking his tongue out and touching the tip. Jack hissed with desire, then pulled Ianto's wrists backwards so that he was sitting slightly. With his free hand, he stroked over the entrance that was now so close to his face.
"You want it in here, Ianto?" he asked, forcing a digit into the already fingered hole, listening to Ianto's gasping and panting.
"Mmmyeah!" he moaned. Jack withdrew the finger, and lapped his tongue at the ring of muscle, letting out an amused laugh as Ianto squirmed. He stilled as he felt the laugh rumble through Jack's chest, where his cock was currently resting. Jack released his arms and pushed him off.
"On your back." he demanded. Ianto took a couple of deep breaths, ignoring him and turning on to his belly. "I said ... on your back ..." Jack repeated.
"Don't want to ..." panted Ianto. "Just ... on my belly for you. I'm on my belly for you."
"But I want to see you come." Jack insisted, trying to flip him over.
Ianto didn't reply, but stayed adamantly on his stomach, burying his head in the covers.
"Unless ..." Jack pondered. "You don't want me to see you come ..." he frowned.
"Just fuck me, Jack!" Ianto sounded demanding. "I mean ... please, sir. Fuck me."
"Get on your back." Jack repeated.
Ianto groaned and shook out his limbs.
"On your back, or I leave you as you are, and you have to deal with it yourself." Jack snapped.
Slowly, Ianto groaned and turned onto his back. "Good boy." Jack said, leaning down to kiss his mouth and force his tongue into him. He reciprocated hesitantly, but Jack ignored it and started positioning his legs how he wanted them, telling him to lock his ankles around him and hold onto his biceps while they fucked. Ianto did as he was told, and Jack frowned down at him as he refused to meet his gaze. He kissed him again, gently, cupping his face and running a hand up and down his outer thigh, pressing their erections together. Jack's was slick with the lubricant, making Ianto's skin tingle. Eventually, Jack pulled back, knelt up and lined himself up with Ianto's body. He pressed forward slowly, and Ianto moaned and gasped, biting his lip and staring up at the ceiling, then the wall, and then whatever was behind his head: anywhere except Jack.
Jack touched his bundle of nerves and his arms flew up and covered his face as he gasped and writhed. Jack tried to pull them away to look at him, but Ianto resisted and Jack gave up, fully inside him and leaning down over him. He moved slowly, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations, then realizing Ianto hadn't locked his ankles around him like he'd been told. He leant down and bit Ianto's arm. He yelped, but didn't move it away from his face, his skin flushed with pleasure. "Legs ... around ... me ..." panted Jack on his inward thrusts, and slowly he felt Ianto's strong thighs pressing into his sides and heels rest above his buttocks.
His thrusts became more and more erratic, and his attempts to get Ianto to move his arms were failing. So far he had been gentle, but desperation and need took over and he grasped Ianto's wrists in a bruising grip and squeezed the bones together hard. Ianto cried out, and Jack pinned his arms down above his head. Ianto turned his face, trying to hide behind his bicep, and Jack used his elbows to keep his arms down, used his hands to move Ianto's head and force him to look up. He shut his eyes tight, and Jack made an exasperated sound. "I need you to look at me Ianto ... please ... look at me ..."
"No no no ..." Ianto breathed. "Can't ..."
"I want to see you enjoying yourself. Don't be self-conscious ... don't apologize for being alive ... let me see ... let me see ..."
Ianto's eyes flickered open and locked with Jack's. "Hello, beautiful." Jack smiled.
They stared at each other, Jack fucking harder and both of them coming together, before Jack slumped on top of him, stroking his cheek against Ianto's like a cat. He gave a small contented laugh. "You're mine now." he whispered in Ianto's ear. "You're all mine ..."
"Careful. You're starting to sound like a Pixar animated classic ..." said Ianto irritably, pushing him off and making him pull out. He crossed over to where his clothes were heaped around, and turned when he felt Jack's confused eyes boring into him. "What?"
"What's the matter with you?" Jack frowned, sitting up. "Come back here, and sit with me. Please." he added as Ianto made to turn away.
"No."
"I own you now. You'll do as I say."
"I bloody won't." scowled Ianto. "And you don't own me. You employ me." He turned to go in search of his lost clothing, and gave a surprised shout when he found himself lifted clean off his feet and thrown onto the bed. Jack sat behind him, locking his arms around his waist and curling his legs around his body. Ianto gave up struggling and relaxed, his head lolling back onto Jack's shoulder. "You ... you made me do it on my back ... and ... I didn't want to."
"Why?" asked Jack.
"Because it's like ... you could see my face properly and ..."
"What's wrong with that?"
Ianto didn't reply for a moment, then took a deep breath. "It's ... it's more intimate. And ... we're not ... we're not ... this isn't about intimate."
"Why?"
"I ... well ... I'm a rentboy."
"Not anymore."
"No ... but ... what am I then? I'm still paid to have sex with you, aren't I?"
"You're mine, though. Rentboys sleep with whoever pays. I'm not paying you exactly - I'm just going to give you whatever you want so ... you're my ... my ..."
"Bit on the side?"
"That'll do. Bit on the side. Though ... really ... you're not so much on the side, since Adeiola hasn't offered me a main course since about 2004 ..."
"What do you want from me, Jack?" Ianto asked, turning in his arms so that he could return the embrace tightening around him.
"Your body. And the occasional conversation." Jack said bluntly.
"Oh ... okay. But ..." he raised himself to eye level. "I ... I can give you more ..." Jack's eyes met his, and understanding passed through them. He bit his lip and looked away.
"You won't like me this time next month, Ianto." he sighed.
"I will."
"You won't. I'm ... I'm not ... you shouldn't like me ... you shouldn't ..."
"Why?"
"I've done ... terrible things. And there a plenty of terrible things left for me to do ..."
Ianto cupped his face and forced him to turn his head and look at him. "You've also done good things."
Jack snorted. "Like when?"
"Like today - Mica. You're helping her get home."
"She ... she's just a little girl ..." he said. "She ... no one else would do anything ... and ... her mother ... her poor mother ..." His voice was distant, and Jack stroked his cheek gently. Leaning forward, Jack pressed their mouths together. "Please, Ianto. Don't like me ... you'll only get hurt ..."
"But ... you like me ..." Ianto pointed out. Jack bit his lip and looked away again.
"No, I don't." He turned back and his eyes were steely and cold.
"You do!" Ianto insisted. "I know you do! After everything you did to get me!"
"I like your body. It's hard to find someone so willing who's so tight ...."
Ianto shoved him backwards. "Get off me. I'm not listening to this." He climbed off the bed, making for the door and pressing the button for the cleaner to come up - she would have a key for his room.
"It's not my fault you can't handle it. Being so young and innocent and ... sensitive. I'm just using your body - and you've got no choice but to let me ..."
Ianto turned, hesitating in the doorway. "You're a bastard, you know that, Jack? And I don't mean you're being a bastard to me: you're being a bastard to yourself. And that takes talent!" he snapped, turning on his heel and marching out to find the rest of his clothes. He left Jack's room and saw that his own bedroom door was open, and hurried towards it just as the cleaner stepped out of the lift. "Sorry!" he called to her. "Fell on the button!"
He opened his door fully and saw Mica sat on the bed with Lois, wearing new jeans and t-shirt and nursing an action man in a long coat. Ianto rolled his eyes at it, and Lois rose to leave without even acknowledging him. "Nice to see you again, too!" he called after her sarcastically. He smiled at Mica. "Have you - by any chance - decided to call your doll Jack?"
"No." she beamed. "I've called him Ianto!"
"Oh!" He felt himself turn bright red. "Oh ... right. That's ... nice of you ... though ... I'm not really an Action Man ..."
"I know ... but you weren't exactly a River doll either."
"River?"
"Barbie's boyfriend."
"... I thought Barbie was going out with Ken?"
"Nope. She dumped him and now she's going out with River."
"Oh ... so ... you bought an Action Man and called it Ianto?"
"No ... I bought two Action Men and called one Ianto and one Jack! Look!" She withdrew another doll, this one wearing a shorter black jacket. "Oh ... actually, I think this one's Ianto ...."
Ianto laughed. "The one in the long coat is definitely Jack ..."
"You talking about me?" Jack's voiced said behind them. Ianto tensed a little, turning and giving him a polite smile.
"She's bought some dolls. One of them is called Jack, and the other one is called Ianto." Mica held the dolls up for him to see.
"Action Men?" he asked. "Wouldn't you have preferred a Barbie - or a Sindy? Or ... what's that one that's big now? The girls and the fashion and the shopping and no noses."
"Bratz?" offered Mica. "I have lots of Bratz at home."
"Yeah ... Bratz. Y'know ... when my daughter was little like you, she'd have loved a Bratz doll. All the Barbies were these fairy things with lighty-up wings or princesses and stuff like that. None of these rock chicks or footballers. She loved football ..." he trailed off, then grinned at Mica.
"You have a daughter?" asked Mica.
"Yep. She's in hospital, though. She's very sick."
"Will she get better?"
Jack's jaw tensed, and impulsively Ianto touched his hand gently. Jack flickered his gaze to him, then back to Mica. "I hope so." was all he said. Mica's eyes dropped to where their hands were touching, and they both moved away from each other a little self-consciously. "Anyway ... you need to go and get something to eat, young lady!" Jack told her, sounding a little brighter - though it was obviously forced. "Me and Ianto have grown-up things to talk about! Go downstairs and find Janet! Go on ... you know how to use the lift, don't you?"
"Yes! Silly!" she giggled, hopping off the bed, Little Jack and Little Ianto under an arm. She paused by the door. "Who's Janet?"
Ianto sighed. "Barbara ... find Barbara ..."
"Ohh! I know which room she's in! I had a bath there!" she chirruped and disappeared, shutting the door behind her.
"So ..." breathed Ianto. "We have 'grown-up' things to talk about, have we?"
"I ... I'm sorry." Jack managed to say. "Come back to bed with me. I want to hold you for a bit."
"Why?"
"Because ... I like holding you."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Why?"
"Because ... you're ... you." Jack stammered. Ianto found himself smiling, hearing his own words repeated back to him, intentional or no.
"Okay. But I want to stay in here for now. Until they bring me a key up, anyway." He started pulling at the bed sheets, kicking his trainers off and crawling under them. Jack yanked his boots and socks off, taking off his over shirt, slinging down his braces and crawling in behind him. He tentatively spooned into his back, hoping not to be banished to the other side of the bed.
"I really like you." he whispered in Ianto's ear, cuddling into him and pulling him closer. "I didn't mean what I said. I just ... I don't normally have feelings for people ... I just ... it's been weird this past couple of weeks and ..."
"... and now you've said that, we don't have to talk about feelings." Ianto cut him off. "Now shut up and finish holding me. I wanna go and get something to eat ..."
FIN
Is it me, or do all these chapters tend to end up with Janto In Bed?
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Date: 2009-09-04 03:54 am (UTC)Another outstanding chapter. So loving it. But hurry up and solve the mystery about Lisa and Adeola. There's more there that you haven't told us.
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Date: 2009-09-04 04:58 am (UTC)What's wrong with your chapters ending up with Jack and Ianto in bed? I think all Torchwood fics/chapters should end that way. ;D
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Date: 2009-09-04 04:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 05:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 05:13 am (UTC)But Mica is lucky and so is Ianto... when he is not dealing with those impressive moodswings of Jack!
I like the way the chapter ends...
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Date: 2009-09-04 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 08:42 am (UTC)I'm intrigued as to Jack's reaction whenever Lisa is mentioned and bearing in mind who Lisa was in canon I'm a bit worried about what this 'virus' she has will turn out to be. Great chapter. :)
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Date: 2009-09-04 10:19 am (UTC)loving this series and great update
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Date: 2009-09-04 12:39 pm (UTC)Ending chapters with Janto in bed is that we all love and need, so don't stop doing it. :D I can't wait for next parts.
Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2009-09-04 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-05 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-09-04 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 07:03 pm (UTC)I am concerned that things are not going to work out as Ianto probably hopes, I'd hate to see his heart broken by Jack. They're not supposed to be the sweet/perfect couple but I can't help thinking that sometimes. Ah! I'm getting too attached, just like Ianto! :S
Thanks for the great update! :D
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Date: 2009-09-04 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 07:37 pm (UTC)absolutely loved it!
really can't wait for the next part.:)
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Date: 2009-09-04 07:45 pm (UTC)anyone else hear any?
I LOVE THIS STORY!!!!
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Date: 2009-09-04 08:19 pm (UTC)Loving this story. Thank you!
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Date: 2009-09-04 08:41 pm (UTC)I have a question though; didn't he see Martha. I thought Ianto, when he saw his wife, was thinking of never let Jack see Martha! I'm confused...
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Date: 2009-09-04 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 11:49 pm (UTC)Feel really sorry for Tosh though, she needs to be in it more because you write her so very well! Can't wait to read what happens next.
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Date: 2009-09-05 12:25 pm (UTC)Mica is awwwwwesome.
Jack...is still a prat, but he's getting better!
Poor Tosh needs huggles.
Lawks, I even like Owen in this verse.
*Applauds*
Is it me, or do all these chapters tend to end up with Janto In Bed?
Janto In Bed™ is the next best thing to Janto In Flagrante Delicto™. True story.
"Then I have fulfilled my want of being noticed by your noticing my want to be noticed."
...ack, I've gone cross-eyed!
!x_x!
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Date: 2009-09-05 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-06 02:28 am (UTC)I especially like the relative IC-ness of Ianto - after all, it not being the Torchwood universe and his having a different past that of course affects his character, however it seems to me to be very much how Ianto -would- be had he the past you describe... or something. I'm distracted by the fact that the team over there --> have no noses.
One thing I did pick up on was the importance of Toshiko & her relationship to Ianto (something that a lot of fanfic writers seem to write about. and who can blame them really? She's by far the coolest character), and also the unimportance of Gwen (who can get very annoying - not that I don't like her, but she does need to be the centre of attention most of the time). I've lost track of what I was trying to say. No wait, I got it: it's not a bad thing, but it's also an easy trap to fall into to make the characters you like less less important than they could/should be. I mean, although I only just read all the chapters now, the only mention of Gwen I can recall was in this last one where Ianto gave her a quick hug and they didn't really have anything to say to each other... (though to be honest their relationship is kinda that way in the first two seasons of Torchwood; but not so much in CoE, and the setting is different here so I would expect at least a little bit more of a friendship, or something.... I dunno. it's 4:30am and my brain's not working properly and I'm rambling and I keep thinking of Kuririn/Krillin/whateveryacallhim. Damn nose-less images that keep staring it me!)
Euuh, I'll leave it at that before I get even more off track.
Love the story! Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Date: 2009-09-06 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-06 09:29 pm (UTC)Another fabulous chapter!The bed is the best medium.(i adore your mood icons)
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Date: 2009-09-07 06:11 am (UTC)This is just fabulous, as always.
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Date: 2009-09-11 03:50 am (UTC)(still loving it though)
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Date: 2009-09-16 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-24 05:24 am (UTC)And Ianto is absolutely awesome. Yes. awesome.