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a_silver_storyTitle: Silver Service
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Chapter: 13/?
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
“Jack?”
“Mmmm.”
“Could I have a bit of money?”
“What for?” asked Jack, flicking the newspaper and glancing under the bottom of it at Ianto's head in his lap.
“We’re leaving in a couple of days ... and I wanted to get some small goodbye gifts for my friends.” He stretched a little sleepily, turning slightly on the couch as Jack folded up the newspaper and put a hand on the back of his head, rubbing gently.
“Okay. How much do you want?”
“Erm ...” His brow furrowed, eyes narrowed in thought. “I’m not entirely sure. How much do you think I’ll need?”
“How many are you buying for?”
“Toshiko, Owen, Gwen. Maybe Sarah Jane. And I think I may get Donna a new stapler. Hers has gone missing again.”
“Maybe ... maybe I should go with you?”
Ianto shifted uncomfortably, his finger unconsciously finding the stitch in his lip. “Are you sure we should go together? After ... last time ...?”
“If we walk and I wear something a little less ... attention grabbing ... I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, okay ... I’ll take my gun ...” grumbled Jack.
Ianto hadn’t really agreed with the gun at first, but after his almost-abduction he was much more understanding of the idea. Jack kept it on him at all times now, rather than just outside, and while Ianto felt a little uneasiness every time he saw it holstered by the Captain’s side, he was quickly getting used to it.
He was still lying on the couch, his head in Jack’s lap and Jack’s hand combing through his hair as he pondered what gifts he should buy for his friends.
“Shall we go now, then?” suggested Jack.
“What ... right now?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
“Don’t you have a meeting with Lord Copley in ten minutes?”
“Oh ... well ... I can reschedule. It’s not an important meeting.” shrugged Jack.
“More important than going shopping with your rentboy.” pointed out Ianto. He’d called himself ‘rentboy’ in the hope Jack might correct him and call him ‘lover’ again, but the Earl said nothing of it.
“I suppose ...” sighed Jack. “But by the time Copley will have finished harping on about his latest genius medical breakthrough that I won’t care about, the shops will be shut.”
“I’d care about medical breakthroughs ...” muttered Ianto.
Jack laughed. “Medical breakthroughs for dragonflies, Ianto. The man’s obsessed with them.”
“Oh, I see ... so ... what else will the meeting be about?”
Jack gave him a pointed look and raised an eyebrow.
“Oops. Sorry ...” Ianto said, biting his lip.
“S’okay. I suppose it wouldn’t really hurt for you to know we’ll be talking about land, wine and beautiful young Welshmen ...”
Ianto smiled and flushed a little, pulling himself up from lying across Jack’s lap and sitting next to him on the sofa. He tilted his head back and sighed heavily.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, leaning his arm across the back of the settee and pulling himself into Ianto's personal space.
“I just ... things ... over the last four months ... things have changed so much.”
“yeah ...” agreed Jack. “Good change, though?”
Ianto smiled at him, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Mostly good change, yes. But ... Martha’s gone. Sarah Jane ... isn’t who I thought she was. Suzie’s dead. Gwen’s engaged. Owen and Toshiko finally made a move towards getting together ... but ... and now ... now I’m leaving. Going somewhere new and strange, full of people and places I don’t know.”
“Mmm.” murmured Jack, letting his arm drape over Ianto's shoulders. “Aren’t you excited about leaving though?”
“Of course I am!” grinned Ianto, his eyes sparkling. “It’s just ... bittersweet. I’ve ... I grew up in this city. This city ... housed my life. And now I’m leaving ... I don’t even know if I’m coming back.”
Jack massaged the back of his neck soothingly. “I’ll bring you back someday. I promise.”
“The hardest thing will be being so far away from Toshiko.” he sighed, surprising Jack by putting his arms around his waist and his head on his chest. “I never thought we’d be separated again ...”
“I’m sorry.” muttered Jack, kissing Ianto's hair and rubbing a thumb over his arm.
“It’s okay. I ... I want to go with you. Do you honestly think I’d be leaving if I didn’t want to?”
Jack gave a small laugh. “No. You probably wouldn’t.” he agreed. “So ... are we going shopping tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” smiled Ianto, finding himself nuzzling Jack’s chest. Jack pushed him off gently, rising to his feet and leaving Ianto looking a little lost on the couch.
“Copley will be here in a minute. I think he likes coffee.” said Jack, crossing over to the drinks cabinet and pouring himself a large measure of scotch. Ianto watched him down in it one, hardly even grimacing at the burn before pouring another.
“Are you okay, Jack?” Ianto asked tentatively, watching as the second glass of amber liquid disappeared, too.
“I was fine.” snapped Jack, and Ianto inwardly groaned at Jack’s sudden change of mood.
“‘Was’ fine?” Ianto inquired gently, slowly moving to stand behind him, snaking arms around his waist and resting his chin on Jack’s shoulder. “Tell me?”
Jack’s head tipped back over Ianto's own shoulder, and he lowered his lips to the bared neck, not being able to resist gently kissing the soft flesh. Jack sighed into his embrace, leaving his tumbler on the counter and covering Ianto's hand with his own. They remained still a second, before Jack snapped again and pushed Ianto backwards and away from him.
“I was fine ... until ... until you!” he shouted, and Ianto stared at him.
“M-me? What did I do?”
“You ... you’re just there, aren’t you? Constantly just there and you never go away! You can’t just give me a moment’s peace can you?”
Ianto couldn’t reply, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times before he could find some vague semblance of words. “I ... I don’t understand ....” he practically gasped, fighting back the urge to either hit Jack very hard or give in to tears.
“Of course you don’t!” Jack retorted, as if Ianto should already know that.
“I ... you ... you come to me. I ... thought you wanted my company ...”
“It’s not your company that’s the problem! You’re always just there ... you might not be here ... but you’re still there ... like ... you ... invisible ... like ...” Jack fumbled for words. “Everything I do, everything I think, everything I say ... you’re there. And I can’t get rid of you ...you won’t. Go. Away.”
Ianto bit his lip. “What are you saying, Jack?” he asked quietly, moving slowly to put the sofa between them. “Do you want me to leave?”
“That’s just it! If you leave, I’ll do nothing but want you. When you’re not here, I do nothing but want you. But ... when you’re with me ...”
His sentence trailed off as he moved quickly, scooping Ianto up into his arms and pressing a hard kiss to his lips, caressing his body and pressing his tongue harshly forward. Ianto opened up beneath him and melted into the kiss, relaxing as their tongues met and they fell into step with each other.
Ianto was confused to say the least, unsure of Jack’s feelings towards him and deciding that his actions were probably a better judge than words. He could feel a strong hand pressing his hip, pulling him closer as Jack pushed forward and rubbed their hard groins together, biting at Ianto's lower lip. Ianto decided he was being too harsh, pain shooting from the stitch in his lip, and pushed Jack away forcefully. Jack stared at him as if he couldn’t believe Ianto had dared reject him, and Ianto had a moment to realize the alcohol Jack had consumed had gone straight to his head before a blinding pain spread from his balls where Jack had just punched him. He yelled and keeled over to the side, dry-retching and fighting back tears of pain.
“Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry ...” Jack was repeating like a mantra, crouching by Ianto on the ground and engulfing him in his arms.
Ianto stared up at him in shock, confused and hurt both emotionally and physically. He decided he’d had enough. He punched Jack in the stomach as hard as he could, throwing his pain and weight behind it and winding him thoroughly. Springing to his feet, he darted to the door, rattling the handle and realizing it was locked. He flicked down the catch, but Jack was already on him, pinning him to the wall with his wrists and forcing his mouth on Ianto's neck as he struggled fruitlessly. Ianto shouted out as Jack’s teeth pierced his skin, hot blood trickling down his shoulder and soaking into his shirt.
Hooking his heel behind Jack’s ankle, he managed to throw him off balance enough to slip away from him. He touched a hand to his neck and drew back his fingers, seeing the blood there. He felt rage flare up inside him and lunged at Jack, gripping his shoulders as Jack threw himself towards him. They toppled to the floor, Ianto yelling out in pain as Jack pulled his hair hard, and Ianto managed to turn his head and bite down on the thumb. With a little manoeuvring, Ianto managed to get Jack on his back, and was halfway towards the door before Jack rugby tackled him, and they froze on the floor, panting.
Ianto didn’t know why fighting with Jack had made him so hard, but it had. The power struggle enticed him, and the physical exertion made him hot and lively. Jack seemed to have realized how hard his own cock was, and pressed a tentative hand into Ianto's groin. Ianto shoved it off.
“Apologize.” he panted, but sounded no less demanding.
They lay on the floor, in the cramped corridor that lead to the bedroom and bathroom, kissing softly and running their hands over each other’s bodies. Ianto marvelled again at Jack’s change of mood, and realized his own mood swings were becoming just as violent. Jack wrapped himself around Ianto, his legs locked around his body and pushing their erections together and rocking his hips slightly. “I’ll lie on my belly ...” whispered Jack before bringing their mouths back together again. “... and you can top. We’ll have sex right here ...”
“Only if you clean the stains out of the carpet ...” muttered Ianto, pulling off his jacket and tie without breaking the kiss he initiated. Jack sniggered and began working on his own shirt buttons, both of the men freezing when a deep-voiced throat cleared above them.
“Didn’t mean to intrude ...” said a deep American accent. “... but the door was unlocked ...”
“Lord Copley!” Jack smirked from the floor as Ianto sprang to his feet and practically ran to the kitchenette to make coffee. Hesitating, he ran out of the other room to change his shirt and quickly dress the bite mark on his neck, before returning clean and with a bloodless shirt. He clattered about, preparing beans, setting the machine and getting mugs ready, before freezing as the two Americans’ voices floated towards him.
“You’re not using him.” Jack was saying. “Not now, not ever.”
“So you’re a little infatuated, Jack.” said Lord Copley, a smirk in his voice. “He’s a perfect candidate. Right age, right background ...”
“Go and find your own, Aaron.” Jack snapped.
“Fine, fine ...”
Ianto sighed with relief, then stiffened as the conversation changed tact.
“Did you hear what Saxon found?” Copley asked.
“He’s a lying bastard.”
“What makes you so certain of that?”
“If the doctors can’t discover it, what chance does Saxon have?”
Copley gave a knowing laugh. “Maybe he had a scientist beside him ...”
There was a small moment of silence as the comment sank in, and Ianto listened intently to Jack’s reply. “You ... you helped him?”
“I did. And I can assure you, Jack ... it works.”
“How can you be certain?”
“Because we invented the antidote first.”
Ianto frowned. Antidote for what? But his thoughts were drowned out by Jack’s sudden rage.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU POISONED MY DAUGHTER!”
“Calm down, Jack ...”
“WHAT FOR? AN EXPERIMENT? WHY HER? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”
“She’ll be perfectly safe ...”
“WHY? WHY? WHY KILL LISA? WHY?”
“... once we give her the antidote everything will be fine, and Copley and Saxon will be the celebrated medical heroes of our time.”
“Why have you waited so long? She’s practically dead!”
“Because it’s far more dramatic to bring someone back from the brink of death than just intervene before things get interesting - or simply kill them outright.”
Jack footsteps were thundering around the suite as he frantically paced. “You want something from me, don’t you?” he realized. “What do you want? What is it?”
“The gauntlet, Jack.” Copley replied coolly.
“I ... don’t have it.” Jack said quickly.
“You do. We know you do. And we want it. And we want it now ... or Lisa will die.”
“You idiot!” hissed Jack. “You really think I have it?”
“I know you have it.” Copley reiterated.
Jack let out a strange laugh. “I. Don’t. Have. The. Gauntlet. If I did, I’d be long gone from Cardiff.”
“We have insiders who saw you with Faith.”
“That means nothing.” Jack brushed him off.
“She gave you a grey metal box.”
Ianto gasped. He knew where that metal box was ... hidden under the floorboards in his own room.
“It wasn’t the gauntlet.” insisted Jack.
“It was.” insisted Copley. “And unless you give it to me now, Lisa doesn’t get this ...”
Ianto could only guess that Copley was holding the antidote, just out of Jack’s reach. Showing him how to save his daughter to make him more desperate, Ianto realized with a heavy heart. He made up his mind, loaded the coffee onto a tray and entered the sitting room.
He had been right. Copley held a small glass vial containing a green liquid, which he quickly concealed in his inside breast pocket as Ianto made his presence known. Jack was shaking with rage and grief, and Ianto felt strangely out of sync with the room, as if time had frozen in the atmosphere.
“I think you should leave.” Jack said quietly, and Ianto turned to see the statement had actually been directed at Lord Copley.
“But I just got my coffee ...”
“I said leave ... Ianto! Show him the door!” Jack commanded, turning away and heading down the corridor to the bedroom, shutting the door with a slam.
Copley rose to his feet, sighing as if he didn’t understand Jack’s distress. “Show me the door then, boy.”
Ianto crossed the room and held it open for him, and Copley hesitated just outside it, turning back to Ianto with a pitying look on his face. “I’m sorry, kid. He doesn’t love you: he never can, he never will and no amount of sex, slavish devotion or coffee will change that. Good day.”
Ianto felt his blood boil, but a small sense of victory spread through his chest as he shut the door in the other man’s face. He was almost whistling with pride as he headed to the bedroom. He knocked tentatively before entering, and when he got no reply he pushed the door gently, finding it unlocked and deciding that was invitation enough.
Jack lay on his back, staring at the ceiling and unshed tears glazing over his eyes. Ianto perched on the bed by him, gently rubbing a hand on his stomach. He cleared his throat, and Jack jumped a little as if only just realizing he was there. Covering Ianto's hand on his tummy with his own, he offered him a watery smile.
“I’ve come to a decision.” Ianto declared, and Jack frowned at him a little. “All that rubbish you were spouting before wasn’t supposed to hurt me, was it?”
Jack shook his head.
“You’re just shit at words, aren’t you?”
Jack gave a small nod.
“You were trying to tell me that you love me, weren’t you?”
Jack’s eyes widened and he bit his lips. He glanced away, then locked his eyes on Ianto's. He nodded again, more vigorously than before.
Ianto's heart nearly stopped beating with joy, and he leant down and kissed Jack gently. “You’ll love me even more in a minute when you find out what I’ve done ....” he muttered, then kissed him again.
Jack frowned up at him, his face then splitting into a grin so wide Ianto was sure he could see all his teeth.
“How ... how did you get that?” he choked, nodding at the vial of green liquid Ianto had produced before him.
Ianto smirked. “While showing Lord Copley to the door, I may have accidentally tripped and totally not-on-purpose slipped my hand into his pocket ...”
“You ... you can pickpocket?” asked Jack, incredulous.
Ianto beamed. “Mickey taught me when I was fifteen. Never been caught once. Mickey was, though. Had to bail him out with my earnings ...” he rolled his eyes in humour.
Jack laughed and took the vial, inspecting the contents. His face changed suddenly. “You ... heard our conversation, then?”
“You’re not exactly softly spoken, Jack.” Ianto reminded him, and Jack gave him a warm, sheepish smile. “C’mon. We need to get to the hospital ...” Ianto grinned, pulling him up by his hands and keeping hold of them as he dragged him into the sitting room and towards his coat, sending a call down to reception for a car.
It wasn’t until they were halfway to the hospital that an incredibly selfish thought struck Ianto. What if – with Lisa back – Jack lost interest in him? He clearly adored the girl. How much time would there be for Ianto if Lisa’s recovery took over Jack’s life? Would he fade into the background and become part of the furniture?
He glanced over at Jack, the Captain’s happiness more than obvious, spilling off him in waves and making Ianto feel sick with guilt for wanting attention solely on him. Jack must have felt his eyes burning into him, and turned to flash Ianto a million-watt grin, lifting his arm and inviting Ianto to lean against him. Ianto shuffled closer. “You ... you won’t forget me when Lisa’s better, will you?” he murmured. Jack frowned down at him.
“Lisa will get better and then go back to her home in Kenya, probably.” said Jack. “And you’ll be with me no matter what. Understand?”
Ianto nodded, but didn’t speak again until the car had pulled away and they were left to enter the hospital.
Adeiola and Doctor Patanjali were there, waiting for them. Jack stiffened as he greeted his wife, and took the doctor aside to speak with him in private. Ianto loitered near Adeiola, praying she wouldn’t speak to him, even if she was pressing herself far too close. A noise distracted her, and Ianto slipped away to fetch coffee while she wasn’t paying attention. He watched her from a distance, amused at her look of confusion as to where he’d gone, before tracing his surroundings with his eyes to try and spot Jack.
It made his blood run cold to spot Harold Saxon first.
FIN
Another delayed chapter ... this time I was writing a very strongly worded letter to the BBC.
GRRRRRRAWR! @ the BBC! >:|
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Author:
a_silver_storyChapter: 13/?
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
“Jack?”
“Mmmm.”
“Could I have a bit of money?”
“What for?” asked Jack, flicking the newspaper and glancing under the bottom of it at Ianto's head in his lap.
“We’re leaving in a couple of days ... and I wanted to get some small goodbye gifts for my friends.” He stretched a little sleepily, turning slightly on the couch as Jack folded up the newspaper and put a hand on the back of his head, rubbing gently.
“Okay. How much do you want?”
“Erm ...” His brow furrowed, eyes narrowed in thought. “I’m not entirely sure. How much do you think I’ll need?”
“How many are you buying for?”
“Toshiko, Owen, Gwen. Maybe Sarah Jane. And I think I may get Donna a new stapler. Hers has gone missing again.”
“Maybe ... maybe I should go with you?”
Ianto shifted uncomfortably, his finger unconsciously finding the stitch in his lip. “Are you sure we should go together? After ... last time ...?”
“If we walk and I wear something a little less ... attention grabbing ... I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, okay ... I’ll take my gun ...” grumbled Jack.
Ianto hadn’t really agreed with the gun at first, but after his almost-abduction he was much more understanding of the idea. Jack kept it on him at all times now, rather than just outside, and while Ianto felt a little uneasiness every time he saw it holstered by the Captain’s side, he was quickly getting used to it.
He was still lying on the couch, his head in Jack’s lap and Jack’s hand combing through his hair as he pondered what gifts he should buy for his friends.
“Shall we go now, then?” suggested Jack.
“What ... right now?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
“Don’t you have a meeting with Lord Copley in ten minutes?”
“Oh ... well ... I can reschedule. It’s not an important meeting.” shrugged Jack.
“More important than going shopping with your rentboy.” pointed out Ianto. He’d called himself ‘rentboy’ in the hope Jack might correct him and call him ‘lover’ again, but the Earl said nothing of it.
“I suppose ...” sighed Jack. “But by the time Copley will have finished harping on about his latest genius medical breakthrough that I won’t care about, the shops will be shut.”
“I’d care about medical breakthroughs ...” muttered Ianto.
Jack laughed. “Medical breakthroughs for dragonflies, Ianto. The man’s obsessed with them.”
“Oh, I see ... so ... what else will the meeting be about?”
Jack gave him a pointed look and raised an eyebrow.
“Oops. Sorry ...” Ianto said, biting his lip.
“S’okay. I suppose it wouldn’t really hurt for you to know we’ll be talking about land, wine and beautiful young Welshmen ...”
Ianto smiled and flushed a little, pulling himself up from lying across Jack’s lap and sitting next to him on the sofa. He tilted his head back and sighed heavily.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, leaning his arm across the back of the settee and pulling himself into Ianto's personal space.
“I just ... things ... over the last four months ... things have changed so much.”
“yeah ...” agreed Jack. “Good change, though?”
Ianto smiled at him, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Mostly good change, yes. But ... Martha’s gone. Sarah Jane ... isn’t who I thought she was. Suzie’s dead. Gwen’s engaged. Owen and Toshiko finally made a move towards getting together ... but ... and now ... now I’m leaving. Going somewhere new and strange, full of people and places I don’t know.”
“Mmm.” murmured Jack, letting his arm drape over Ianto's shoulders. “Aren’t you excited about leaving though?”
“Of course I am!” grinned Ianto, his eyes sparkling. “It’s just ... bittersweet. I’ve ... I grew up in this city. This city ... housed my life. And now I’m leaving ... I don’t even know if I’m coming back.”
Jack massaged the back of his neck soothingly. “I’ll bring you back someday. I promise.”
“The hardest thing will be being so far away from Toshiko.” he sighed, surprising Jack by putting his arms around his waist and his head on his chest. “I never thought we’d be separated again ...”
“I’m sorry.” muttered Jack, kissing Ianto's hair and rubbing a thumb over his arm.
“It’s okay. I ... I want to go with you. Do you honestly think I’d be leaving if I didn’t want to?”
Jack gave a small laugh. “No. You probably wouldn’t.” he agreed. “So ... are we going shopping tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” smiled Ianto, finding himself nuzzling Jack’s chest. Jack pushed him off gently, rising to his feet and leaving Ianto looking a little lost on the couch.
“Copley will be here in a minute. I think he likes coffee.” said Jack, crossing over to the drinks cabinet and pouring himself a large measure of scotch. Ianto watched him down in it one, hardly even grimacing at the burn before pouring another.
“Are you okay, Jack?” Ianto asked tentatively, watching as the second glass of amber liquid disappeared, too.
“I was fine.” snapped Jack, and Ianto inwardly groaned at Jack’s sudden change of mood.
“‘Was’ fine?” Ianto inquired gently, slowly moving to stand behind him, snaking arms around his waist and resting his chin on Jack’s shoulder. “Tell me?”
Jack’s head tipped back over Ianto's own shoulder, and he lowered his lips to the bared neck, not being able to resist gently kissing the soft flesh. Jack sighed into his embrace, leaving his tumbler on the counter and covering Ianto's hand with his own. They remained still a second, before Jack snapped again and pushed Ianto backwards and away from him.
“I was fine ... until ... until you!” he shouted, and Ianto stared at him.
“M-me? What did I do?”
“You ... you’re just there, aren’t you? Constantly just there and you never go away! You can’t just give me a moment’s peace can you?”
Ianto couldn’t reply, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times before he could find some vague semblance of words. “I ... I don’t understand ....” he practically gasped, fighting back the urge to either hit Jack very hard or give in to tears.
“Of course you don’t!” Jack retorted, as if Ianto should already know that.
“I ... you ... you come to me. I ... thought you wanted my company ...”
“It’s not your company that’s the problem! You’re always just there ... you might not be here ... but you’re still there ... like ... you ... invisible ... like ...” Jack fumbled for words. “Everything I do, everything I think, everything I say ... you’re there. And I can’t get rid of you ...you won’t. Go. Away.”
Ianto bit his lip. “What are you saying, Jack?” he asked quietly, moving slowly to put the sofa between them. “Do you want me to leave?”
“That’s just it! If you leave, I’ll do nothing but want you. When you’re not here, I do nothing but want you. But ... when you’re with me ...”
His sentence trailed off as he moved quickly, scooping Ianto up into his arms and pressing a hard kiss to his lips, caressing his body and pressing his tongue harshly forward. Ianto opened up beneath him and melted into the kiss, relaxing as their tongues met and they fell into step with each other.
Ianto was confused to say the least, unsure of Jack’s feelings towards him and deciding that his actions were probably a better judge than words. He could feel a strong hand pressing his hip, pulling him closer as Jack pushed forward and rubbed their hard groins together, biting at Ianto's lower lip. Ianto decided he was being too harsh, pain shooting from the stitch in his lip, and pushed Jack away forcefully. Jack stared at him as if he couldn’t believe Ianto had dared reject him, and Ianto had a moment to realize the alcohol Jack had consumed had gone straight to his head before a blinding pain spread from his balls where Jack had just punched him. He yelled and keeled over to the side, dry-retching and fighting back tears of pain.
“Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry ...” Jack was repeating like a mantra, crouching by Ianto on the ground and engulfing him in his arms.
Ianto stared up at him in shock, confused and hurt both emotionally and physically. He decided he’d had enough. He punched Jack in the stomach as hard as he could, throwing his pain and weight behind it and winding him thoroughly. Springing to his feet, he darted to the door, rattling the handle and realizing it was locked. He flicked down the catch, but Jack was already on him, pinning him to the wall with his wrists and forcing his mouth on Ianto's neck as he struggled fruitlessly. Ianto shouted out as Jack’s teeth pierced his skin, hot blood trickling down his shoulder and soaking into his shirt.
Hooking his heel behind Jack’s ankle, he managed to throw him off balance enough to slip away from him. He touched a hand to his neck and drew back his fingers, seeing the blood there. He felt rage flare up inside him and lunged at Jack, gripping his shoulders as Jack threw himself towards him. They toppled to the floor, Ianto yelling out in pain as Jack pulled his hair hard, and Ianto managed to turn his head and bite down on the thumb. With a little manoeuvring, Ianto managed to get Jack on his back, and was halfway towards the door before Jack rugby tackled him, and they froze on the floor, panting.
Ianto didn’t know why fighting with Jack had made him so hard, but it had. The power struggle enticed him, and the physical exertion made him hot and lively. Jack seemed to have realized how hard his own cock was, and pressed a tentative hand into Ianto's groin. Ianto shoved it off.
“Apologize.” he panted, but sounded no less demanding.
They lay on the floor, in the cramped corridor that lead to the bedroom and bathroom, kissing softly and running their hands over each other’s bodies. Ianto marvelled again at Jack’s change of mood, and realized his own mood swings were becoming just as violent. Jack wrapped himself around Ianto, his legs locked around his body and pushing their erections together and rocking his hips slightly. “I’ll lie on my belly ...” whispered Jack before bringing their mouths back together again. “... and you can top. We’ll have sex right here ...”
“Only if you clean the stains out of the carpet ...” muttered Ianto, pulling off his jacket and tie without breaking the kiss he initiated. Jack sniggered and began working on his own shirt buttons, both of the men freezing when a deep-voiced throat cleared above them.
“Didn’t mean to intrude ...” said a deep American accent. “... but the door was unlocked ...”
“Lord Copley!” Jack smirked from the floor as Ianto sprang to his feet and practically ran to the kitchenette to make coffee. Hesitating, he ran out of the other room to change his shirt and quickly dress the bite mark on his neck, before returning clean and with a bloodless shirt. He clattered about, preparing beans, setting the machine and getting mugs ready, before freezing as the two Americans’ voices floated towards him.
“You’re not using him.” Jack was saying. “Not now, not ever.”
“So you’re a little infatuated, Jack.” said Lord Copley, a smirk in his voice. “He’s a perfect candidate. Right age, right background ...”
“Go and find your own, Aaron.” Jack snapped.
“Fine, fine ...”
Ianto sighed with relief, then stiffened as the conversation changed tact.
“Did you hear what Saxon found?” Copley asked.
“He’s a lying bastard.”
“What makes you so certain of that?”
“If the doctors can’t discover it, what chance does Saxon have?”
Copley gave a knowing laugh. “Maybe he had a scientist beside him ...”
There was a small moment of silence as the comment sank in, and Ianto listened intently to Jack’s reply. “You ... you helped him?”
“I did. And I can assure you, Jack ... it works.”
“How can you be certain?”
“Because we invented the antidote first.”
Ianto frowned. Antidote for what? But his thoughts were drowned out by Jack’s sudden rage.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU POISONED MY DAUGHTER!”
“Calm down, Jack ...”
“WHAT FOR? AN EXPERIMENT? WHY HER? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”
“She’ll be perfectly safe ...”
“WHY? WHY? WHY KILL LISA? WHY?”
“... once we give her the antidote everything will be fine, and Copley and Saxon will be the celebrated medical heroes of our time.”
“Why have you waited so long? She’s practically dead!”
“Because it’s far more dramatic to bring someone back from the brink of death than just intervene before things get interesting - or simply kill them outright.”
Jack footsteps were thundering around the suite as he frantically paced. “You want something from me, don’t you?” he realized. “What do you want? What is it?”
“The gauntlet, Jack.” Copley replied coolly.
“I ... don’t have it.” Jack said quickly.
“You do. We know you do. And we want it. And we want it now ... or Lisa will die.”
“You idiot!” hissed Jack. “You really think I have it?”
“I know you have it.” Copley reiterated.
Jack let out a strange laugh. “I. Don’t. Have. The. Gauntlet. If I did, I’d be long gone from Cardiff.”
“We have insiders who saw you with Faith.”
“That means nothing.” Jack brushed him off.
“She gave you a grey metal box.”
Ianto gasped. He knew where that metal box was ... hidden under the floorboards in his own room.
“It wasn’t the gauntlet.” insisted Jack.
“It was.” insisted Copley. “And unless you give it to me now, Lisa doesn’t get this ...”
Ianto could only guess that Copley was holding the antidote, just out of Jack’s reach. Showing him how to save his daughter to make him more desperate, Ianto realized with a heavy heart. He made up his mind, loaded the coffee onto a tray and entered the sitting room.
He had been right. Copley held a small glass vial containing a green liquid, which he quickly concealed in his inside breast pocket as Ianto made his presence known. Jack was shaking with rage and grief, and Ianto felt strangely out of sync with the room, as if time had frozen in the atmosphere.
“I think you should leave.” Jack said quietly, and Ianto turned to see the statement had actually been directed at Lord Copley.
“But I just got my coffee ...”
“I said leave ... Ianto! Show him the door!” Jack commanded, turning away and heading down the corridor to the bedroom, shutting the door with a slam.
Copley rose to his feet, sighing as if he didn’t understand Jack’s distress. “Show me the door then, boy.”
Ianto crossed the room and held it open for him, and Copley hesitated just outside it, turning back to Ianto with a pitying look on his face. “I’m sorry, kid. He doesn’t love you: he never can, he never will and no amount of sex, slavish devotion or coffee will change that. Good day.”
Ianto felt his blood boil, but a small sense of victory spread through his chest as he shut the door in the other man’s face. He was almost whistling with pride as he headed to the bedroom. He knocked tentatively before entering, and when he got no reply he pushed the door gently, finding it unlocked and deciding that was invitation enough.
Jack lay on his back, staring at the ceiling and unshed tears glazing over his eyes. Ianto perched on the bed by him, gently rubbing a hand on his stomach. He cleared his throat, and Jack jumped a little as if only just realizing he was there. Covering Ianto's hand on his tummy with his own, he offered him a watery smile.
“I’ve come to a decision.” Ianto declared, and Jack frowned at him a little. “All that rubbish you were spouting before wasn’t supposed to hurt me, was it?”
Jack shook his head.
“You’re just shit at words, aren’t you?”
Jack gave a small nod.
“You were trying to tell me that you love me, weren’t you?”
Jack’s eyes widened and he bit his lips. He glanced away, then locked his eyes on Ianto's. He nodded again, more vigorously than before.
Ianto's heart nearly stopped beating with joy, and he leant down and kissed Jack gently. “You’ll love me even more in a minute when you find out what I’ve done ....” he muttered, then kissed him again.
Jack frowned up at him, his face then splitting into a grin so wide Ianto was sure he could see all his teeth.
“How ... how did you get that?” he choked, nodding at the vial of green liquid Ianto had produced before him.
Ianto smirked. “While showing Lord Copley to the door, I may have accidentally tripped and totally not-on-purpose slipped my hand into his pocket ...”
“You ... you can pickpocket?” asked Jack, incredulous.
Ianto beamed. “Mickey taught me when I was fifteen. Never been caught once. Mickey was, though. Had to bail him out with my earnings ...” he rolled his eyes in humour.
Jack laughed and took the vial, inspecting the contents. His face changed suddenly. “You ... heard our conversation, then?”
“You’re not exactly softly spoken, Jack.” Ianto reminded him, and Jack gave him a warm, sheepish smile. “C’mon. We need to get to the hospital ...” Ianto grinned, pulling him up by his hands and keeping hold of them as he dragged him into the sitting room and towards his coat, sending a call down to reception for a car.
It wasn’t until they were halfway to the hospital that an incredibly selfish thought struck Ianto. What if – with Lisa back – Jack lost interest in him? He clearly adored the girl. How much time would there be for Ianto if Lisa’s recovery took over Jack’s life? Would he fade into the background and become part of the furniture?
He glanced over at Jack, the Captain’s happiness more than obvious, spilling off him in waves and making Ianto feel sick with guilt for wanting attention solely on him. Jack must have felt his eyes burning into him, and turned to flash Ianto a million-watt grin, lifting his arm and inviting Ianto to lean against him. Ianto shuffled closer. “You ... you won’t forget me when Lisa’s better, will you?” he murmured. Jack frowned down at him.
“Lisa will get better and then go back to her home in Kenya, probably.” said Jack. “And you’ll be with me no matter what. Understand?”
Ianto nodded, but didn’t speak again until the car had pulled away and they were left to enter the hospital.
Adeiola and Doctor Patanjali were there, waiting for them. Jack stiffened as he greeted his wife, and took the doctor aside to speak with him in private. Ianto loitered near Adeiola, praying she wouldn’t speak to him, even if she was pressing herself far too close. A noise distracted her, and Ianto slipped away to fetch coffee while she wasn’t paying attention. He watched her from a distance, amused at her look of confusion as to where he’d gone, before tracing his surroundings with his eyes to try and spot Jack.
It made his blood run cold to spot Harold Saxon first.
FIN
Another delayed chapter ... this time I was writing a very strongly worded letter to the BBC.
GRRRRRRAWR! @ the BBC! >:|
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Date: 2009-09-27 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-27 04:24 am (UTC)Ianto's a clever bugger swiping the antidote from Copley :)
But that is such an evil cliffhanger!!!
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Date: 2009-09-27 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-27 06:30 am (UTC)EEEP!!!! Saxon! NOooo!!! :P Me no like him.
But Ianto pickpocketing the antidote... just proves why Ianto is made of so much awesome. :D
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Date: 2009-09-27 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-27 07:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-27 08:59 am (UTC)Oh the Saxon cliffie of doom....
*dramatic music*
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Date: 2009-09-27 09:59 am (UTC)And Gwwwrawrrrrr to Saxon!
*Jumps on Ianto* He's so amazing!!! :) And eeeeeee! Jack wuvsss himmmm! x
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Date: 2009-09-27 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-27 12:06 pm (UTC)Absolutely brilliant, as usual! And yaaaaay, Jack loves himmmmm!
Booooo to Saxon, booo to Copley, and even more boooo to the beeb. What have they done this time? Or was it about Ianto again, lol?
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Date: 2009-09-27 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-27 12:53 pm (UTC)Their rambly declerations of love are so them :D
And with Saxon on the horizon, this looks to get even more interesting - Yay!
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Date: 2009-09-27 04:06 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the next part.
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Date: 2009-09-27 04:18 pm (UTC)Great series
(and why the letter to the BBC? what have I missed?)
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Date: 2009-09-27 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-09-27 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-27 05:25 pm (UTC)that was such an incredibly awesome and emotional chapter! I adored how angry Jack was getting about not being able to just say what he wanted to!
great work =]
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Date: 2009-09-27 08:26 pm (UTC)I also love how this is becoming a treatise on class struggle with smut thrown in to distract us. I can't wait till they storm the gates and start the revolution. Or at least go all Scarlet Pimpernel or something.
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Date: 2009-09-28 02:31 pm (UTC)Very lovely dear. Poor litle Jack...so bad at words.
Thought I don't care much for that cliff hanger ish ending. Ianto will be alright, right.
Also dearest, will there ever be any more cyborg Ianto?
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