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Silver Service by a_silver_story | 15
Title: Silver Service
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Chapter: 15/?
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
“So .... Lois? ... where exactly are we flying to?”
“Flying to Spain, travelling around a bit, on to Portugal and then we’re joining a cruise liner around the Canary Islands and back to Portsmouth.”
“Oh. I didn’t know about the boat part.”
“I’m excited! I can’t wait! On the last Tuesday of the trip, there’s going to be a chocolate buffet!”
Ianto's ears pricked up. “Chocolate buffet?”
Lois reached into her bag and drew out a file.
~*~*~*~
Ianto shivered into the seat, the air conditioning really on too low a setting. He wasn’t allowed to complain though – Jack liked it that way. Well, Jack’s got his coat, Ianto grumbled inwardly, eyeing the thick wool and pulling his suit jacket around him. Ianto had never been on a plane before, and aside from taking off, he so far had seen very little difference between being on the plane and being in a car. The air turbulence thus far had just been a fun little extra.
Jack was chatting animatedly to a nearby important-looking man in a very expensive suit. Ianto had been occasionally asked to go and fetch water or food, but mostly he’d been ignored. He was tired and cranky, and Jack’s early suggestions they meet in the toilet had been quickly rebuffed by one glare. His head drooped on to Jack’s shoulder and his eyes refused to stay open. Jack shouldered him off the first three times, but as other passengers began to quieten and rest he allowed it.
After an hour or so, Ianto woke from his nap to find Jack’s head resting on his. He moved carefully to avoid waking him up and disentangled himself from a hand that had curled into his jacket. Turning to look out of the window, he could see the bright reds, golds and purples of sunset poking through above the clouds and wished he could take a photograph. Carefully picking his way down the aisle and voiding kicking people’s bags or nudging an occasional over-hanging elbow, he made his way to the back of the plane and locked himself in the bathroom.
He emerged a couple of minutes later, feeling much better and wondering how long it was going to be before the plane touched down, when he heard a mutter of Jack’s name from one of the pairs of seats just outside the flight attendants’ area. He loitered in the doorframe, feeling for all the world like a nosy eavesdropper, but part of him told him he had to listen and find out what this gossip was.
“Of course I heard about the daughter. Saxon was parading it on the news the other day – serves him right, some of the rumours I’ve heard ....” a middle-aged woman was saying.
“I heard his wife tried to kill him.” an older lady sat beside her replied. “I’ve heard she’s tried to kill him several times.”
“Don’t be silly.” chastised the first woman. “From what I’ve heard of her she’d have done it right the first time – did you hear a Welsh paper was censored from running a story suggesting she had a secret kid before she married her first husband?”
“First husband? I thought the sick one’s dad was her second.”
“Either way she’s a black widow.” shrugged the woman. “It seems a pity that the handsome one will be next to go.”
“I bet they hate each other. I really hope they do.”
Her friend laughed. “I heard he prefers men to women, usually, anyway. Probably why he’s got that pretty blue-eyed thing with him.”
“Mmm ... wouldn’t mind being the filling in that sandwich!”
“Mother!”
“Just saying ...”
“Anyway. It’s none of our business.”
“No ... I suppose not. Though – I did notice he brought his pretty Blue-Eyed, but no wifey.”
“His wife is black isn’t she?”
“Yeah.”
“Black, noble features – partial to lilac?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sure she was sat at the front.”
Ianto moved quickly, trying not to appear too brisk and not caring if the women thought he’d overheard their conversation. He made his way to the front of the plane – noticing how leg room and champagne seemed to reduce the further forward he got. He got about halfway down the plane, round about the gap between the seats for the emergency doors, when he spotted two chocolate coloured, long, feminine legs wearing shoes that were no doubt Adeiola’s – the little crest of Boeshane embossed onto the sole being a big clue – stretched out into the extra space. He edged a little way forward in the hope of getting a surreptitious glance, but she chose that moment to turn around and give him a soft smile.
“Hello, Ianto. Didn’t expect to see me, did you?” she greeted him sweetly.
“You ... you’re supposed to be staying and keeping an eye on Lisa. In Cardiff ...” mumbled.
“Instead I’m keeping an eye on you. Sit?” she offered, indicating an empty space next to her.
Ianto bit his lip. “I ... I need to get back to – ”
“Five minutes. If that.” she assured him. Tentatively, Ianto sat. “There we go. Nice and cosy.” She made a show of straightening his tie and even fluffed his hair a little.
“What do you want, madam?” he asked irritably.
“I want to know what you did to Jack.” she replied smoothly, offering him some red wine. He took the glass out of politeness but pointedly didn’t sip it.
“Did to ... sorry?” Ianto was confused.
“In the hospital. When you returned from your little coffee run ...” she tweaked his nose as if he were a baby, and he tried to pull away from her. “... what did you do to him?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.” he scowled.
Her demeanour changed instantly. “Yes you do.” she snapped. “What was it? Was it the gauntlet? Was it something else? What did you use?”
Ianto blinked. “I ... I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am.”
She lunged forward and grabbed his nose, forcing some wine into his mouth and down his throat. Her movement was elegant and graceful, despite Ianto's struggle, but she was still efficient. No one in the surrounding seats would have guessed she’d just forced him to consume the wine unless they had been paying full attention – most of them were asleep.
“I’m going to ask you again. One more time:” Adeiola was back to being freakishly sweet again, crossing one ankle behind the other and resting her hands on her knees. “How. Did. You. Bring. Him. Back?”
“B-b-back from where?” stuttered Ianto, the vile taste of whatever she’d spiked the wine with at the back of his throat.
“From the dead!” she hissed so quietly Ianto barely heard her.
Ianto choked on nothing, spluttering in shock. “What? That ... that’s ... that’s impossible!” he whispered, his mind still denying that Jack was dead, still and clammy, slumped in the hospital chair beside Lisa’s bed.
Adeiola raised an eyebrow. “It was something Jack did, then?”
“You’re insane.” snapped Ianto, finally dragging himself to his feet, fighting the urge to pour wine over Adeiola. “What ... what did you put in my drink?”
“It made you tell the truth.” she scowled, clearly not having got the answers she wanted. “Ah well ... run back to your master and play his bitch. Toddle on!” she shooed him. He didn’t need telling twice and practically ran back to Jack, settling into his seat by the window and allowing the still-sleeping Jack to curl around him again. His worry faded now that his Captain was close, and he took a couple of moments before waking him to calm himself.
“Jack?” he whispered in his ear, shaking him a little.
“Wha? Are we landing?” he asked blearily.
“Not yet.” Ianto told him. “But ... erm ... wasn’t Adeiola supposed to stay in Cardiff?”
“Yeah.” he smiled. “Out of the way ...” he added sleepily.
“She’s sat at the front of the plane and she was asking me about ... she seemed to think you were dead and ... she forced me to drink spiked wine. She said it would only make me tell the truth –”
“What did it taste like?” Jack’s face was serious as he cut him off, his back straight and his face set. “The wine! What did it taste like?”
“Bitter and ... there was a strong sense of bile. I can still taste how bitter it was ....”
“Good. I don’t think it’s poison, then ...” sighed Jack, standing. “Poisons tend to be masked or flavourless ... Wait. Here. Understand?”
He didn’t wait for a reply before sweeping forward down the plane, searching for his wife. Ianto took his absence as an opportunity to turn the fans above them down a little, before settling on switching them off entirely and enjoying a bit of warmth. He ignored Jack’s attempt at hushed yelling, trying to think of anything but the deep, American tones floating throughout the plane. Ianto jumped when he turned his head to find Lois sat next to him.
“What’s going on?”
“Adeiola’s on the plane and she drugged me.” grumbled Ianto, suddenly realizing he couldn’t control the urge to be completely and utterly honest. Lois blinked.
“She’s not doing herself any favours is she? This rate we won’t need you at all.” she joked.
“How did she get on the plane?” Ianto snapped, a little angrier than he meant to sound.
“She has her own PA.” shrugged Lois. “Just the Earl's affairs are handles by Barbara and I.”
“In every sense of the phrase, it would seem.” grumbled Ianto. “And it’s ‘Barbara and me’ – common misconception.”
Lois narrowed her eyes. “I thought you weren’t educated?”
“I have a bit of a thing for Stephen Fry – oh my God! Cannot believe I just told you that!”
Lois sniggered. “She got you with bitter wine?”
“Yes. It was awful. Don’t you fret about her having that kind of stuff?”
“Don’t worry too much – she gets everyone with it. Just after I started she got the Earl – turns out he knows perfectly well that Bar– oh!”
There was a loud crash at the mid-section of the plane, and several people jerked awake and poked their heads around and over seats to see what the commotion was. Ianto panicked for a second that Jack had maybe lost control, but he quickly realized that a female flight attendant had simply caught the wheel of her trolley on someone’s bag and nearly toppled. Jack was helping her right it, having been on his way back to his seat, and Ianto flashed him a small smile when their eyes met.
He turned back to talk to Lois, only to find an empty seat - quickly filled by a very aggravated Jack.
“What does she want?” Ianto asked him quietly, turning so that he was sat on his side on the seat and facing Jack. Jack gave him a bright smile and mirrored him, their faces inches apart.
“She wants a good slap.” he replied flippantly. “A good slap – and a reminder of who sets the limit on her bank card.”
Ianto decided that was the best he was going to get, and closed his eyes as tiredness began to set in again. They fluttered open when he felt Jack’s lips press against his, and he reflexively pulled back. “But ... people ...” he muttered, glancing furtively around.
“I don’t care.” replied Jack, moving to kiss him again.
“But ... your reputation ... and ... public ... and you shot those people!”
Jack sighed and moved back. “Fine. Sorry. Just ... annoyed.” he murmured. “Wanted to kiss you is all ...”
Ianto bit his lip, feeling a little bit bad. “We’re landing soon.” he assured him. “An ... we’ll be in a hotel, right? All on our own? Like it has to be?”
“Yeah.” Jack smiled. He sat up in his seat. “Oi! Janet!” he called in a stage whisper.
“Twenty minutes!” she replied without even needing the question.
Ianto sniggered. “You’re such a child.” he chastised before he could stop himself speaking.
Jack smirked. “Y’know ... that urge to constantly tell the truth won’t wear off for another few hours or so. You might get yourself into trouble ...”
“I’m certain you’ll make sure of it.” scowled Ianto.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And you’re going to make everything really awkward.” he groaned.
“Aha! That I am!” chirruped Jack.
“You’re already making a list of questions ...”
“Yep ....”
“Oh ... just get it over and done with!”
“Okay.” shrugged Jack. “Do you think my coat is gay?”
Ianto blinked. “I love the coat.”
“Good. And ... do I show off?”
“Just a bit.”
“Kirk or Picard?”
“Spock.”
“Top or bottom?”
“Top.” Ianto flushed furiously. “Jack!”
Jack chuckled and rubbed his thigh. “I was getting that impression any way ...” he muttered seductively.
Something pinged and the lights telling them all to put their seatbelts on flickered into life.
Jack scowled. “I hate public flights.”
“Why don’t you get your own plane then?” frowned Ianto.
“I did have a plane. I ... kinda crashed it a bit. Long story – and it included drinking, driving, smoking, groping and using my mobile all at the same time.”
“You flew your own plane?”
“I’m a pilot! Captain Jack Harkness! Captain!”
“Oh yeah! You just ... you’re not the most disciplined of people. It’s hard to believe you’re a military man most of the time.”
Jack pouted, adjusting his seatbelt and reaching over to Barbara to accept a couple of hard boiled sweets to suck as they landed and avoid their ears hurting. Jack, predictably, crunched his down pretty much instantly and had to pester her for another one. He had cheered up considerably after confronting Adeiola, and Ianto was at a loss with whether or not he should ask him about it. He settled with not asking for now, and waiting until they were in a less confined space before judging the situation.
The plane landed with little more problems than Jack running out of sweet again and Barbara pretending not to hear him nagging for another. Jack had grumbled loudly as they waited by the carousel for their bags, and as soon as they left the confines of the air conditioned airport moaned about the heat as they waited for the car.
“Will you shut up?” Ianto hissed, spotting Adeiola and a young woman stood by her with a PDA and tech pen taking notes.
Jack scowled at him, but got the message, the heat making them all irritable. Ianto went back to staring around at the foreign country, ignoring what seemed to him to be sweltering heat, taking in his surroundings. The car arrived and threw Ianto for a loop when he saw the steering wheel was on the wrong side, and nearly had a panic attack when his mind kept telling him they were driving on the wrong side of the road. Jack, Lois and Janet [Ianto thought of her as such when she annoyed him] spent most of the car journey laughing at him.
Where they were staying was very different to the flash modern spire of the Doctor’s hotel. It went outwards rather than upwards, and was built of strong, polished stone. The lobby was marbled and shiny with a couple of statues around the place, with murals and tapestries of bullfights and flamenco on the walls. He found his mind temporarily wandering into the area of “I wonder what Jack would look like dressed as a Matador?” before being quickly brought back to earth by the man in question dragging him over to the lifts, Janet and Lois in tow with two trolleys full of bags – including the holdall with Ianto's things, Jack’s memories and the grey metal box inside.
Barbara and Lois were on the third floor, and Jack and Ianto were all the way at the top on the fourteenth. Jack’s suite was this time a pristine white, and Ianto winced at the thought of having to keep it clean. There was a Grecian theme running through the rooms, and Jack was certainly delighted to have a very ornate four-poster bed in the master room. Instead of being down the hall like in Cardiff, Ianto had a smaller bedroom as part of the main suite. The bed was only a single, but at least he would have more excuses to constantly be near to Jack.
The busboy with their trolley of bags left without unpacking them at Jack’s request, and the second they were alone he had pinned Ianto to the wall and begun pulling at his clothes and frantically undoing his own belt.
“Calm down!” gasped Ianto. “Can we at least get to the bed!”
Jack half-kissed and half-dragged him into the master room, practically tossing him onto the bed and ripping his shirt. “I’m glad you paid for that and not me ...” chastised Ianto before his words were swallowed by Jack kissing him again.
Ianto responded with fervour this time, tugging Jack’s buttons out of their holes and pushing his shirt off. In retaliation he ripped the cotton undershirt, but Jack paid him no mind and simply rolled onto his back, pulling Ianto on top of him and locking his legs around his waist. Ianto was trying to kick off his own shoes while pulling his belt, kissing Jack and grinding them together at the same time. Eventually he broke away, efficiently taking his shoes and socks off and then moving to unlace the heavy tan boots either side of him. He looked up to see Jack had taken his own cock out and was stroking himself as he watched Ianto undressing what was left on both their bodies. Ianto pulled his trousers and boxers off for him, slipped off his own clothes and lay down on Jack’s chest, trapping his hand between them and pushing his tongue into his mouth again.
Jack groaned and arched up into him, pulling his hand free to caress the length of Ianto's naked back as their erections touched, Ianto thrusting his hips down to create friction and pressure.
“Coat ...” Jack gasped, shivering as Ianto bit a mark on to his chest. Ianto laughed.
“Your coat’s in the sitting room. I’m not going there ...”
“We need ... we ... need ...” Jack writhed as Ianto grasped him, smiling wickedly.
“I know, I know. But my trousers are just here – and I’m just as prepared as you are. Well, nearly ...”
The mattress dipped as he reached for his trousers, pulling out a sachet of lubricant he’d nicked from Owen’s room on a pretend trip to the bathroom. He had several more ‘travel sized’ sachets stuffed into his toiletries bag, his cardboard box and hidden in pockets and folds of his clothes. Owen, it was safe to say, would definitely have noticed he’d been stolen from.
Ianto couldn’t find the perforation to tear the sachet, and after both he and Jack had given up and desperately just ripped it open with teeth, he dipped a finger into the packet as suggestively as he could. He didn’t bother warming the gel before pushing his finger into Jack’s body, holding his legs firmly over one shoulder and pushing them forward to lift Jack’s hips. Jack tensed too tightly around him as a second finger pushed inside, and Ianto raised an eyebrow.
“You okay?” he asked gently..
“Yeah ... impatient ...” Jack replied, his breathing a little ragged.
Ianto stroked his hair and teased his entrance for a minute or so before trying again, this time meeting no resistance but going a little slower anyway. He took a little longer stretching him out than usual, being thorough and gentle. Withdrawing his fingers, he took a little more gel, spread it over himself with a hiss of pleasure and lined himself up. Jack’s thighs squeezed him hard as he pressed forward, and Ianto could see him biting his lip and concentrating on every inch of the hard intrusion. He worried for a moment, until Jack growled at him to go deeper and stop being ‘delicate’. Ianto obliged, forcing himself all the way inside Jack’s body, hesitating, withdrawing a pressing forward again, quicker and smoother, picking up a rhythm that Jack met, clenching his thighs tight around Ianto and pushing himself down further onto his dick.
Ianto was not forcing dominance, however, and neither of them were too happily submissive. Jack reached up and tumbled Ianto onto his back, pinning his wrists above his head and riding him hard. Ianto tried to keep up and return the thrusts, but Jack was too erratic to keep a constant rhythm, so instead Ianto lifted his head and began to bite Jack’s neck, licking a sucking the flesh until it bruised.
They finished at more or less the same time, and Jack carefully cleaned Ianto's belly using complimentary tissues from the nightstand. He lay beside him, on the side nearest the door, and they held each other and kissed lazily for while.
“Ianto?” Jack eventually murmured, stroking his face.
“Mmm?”
“Are you still intoxicated with truth wine?” he smiled, fingers still ghosting over a pale cheek.
“Dunno. Ask me summit.” Ianto yawned sleepily, raising his chin to Jack’s touch and closing his eyes.
“Do you love me, Ianto?”
Ianto smiled and opened his eyes a little. “Yes. I love you, Jack.”
“I know.” said Jack smugly. “You talk in your sleep.”
Ianto grabbed a pillow and whacked him with it. “No fair! I tell you when you ... you ... talk in your sleep!”
Jack was nearly crying laughing. “It’s okay! Stop that! Oiiii!”
“Dammit, I was nearly asleep.” Ianto complained. “You’ve woke me up again now.”
“Round two?” offered Jack.
“Bugger off.” grumbled Ianto. “I think I might go and have a bath ...”
“Round two?” Jack insisted.
“No, I’ll be locking the door I think.” Ianto said with a chastising frown.
“Buh .... round two?” Jack pouted.
Ianto sighed. “Okay – but only quickly.” he conceded, and he threw himself down on his front and reached for the complimentary paper. “Just don't go too hard, please Jack. I am tryna read ...”
FIN
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Author:
a_silver_storyChapter: 15/?
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
“So .... Lois? ... where exactly are we flying to?”
“Flying to Spain, travelling around a bit, on to Portugal and then we’re joining a cruise liner around the Canary Islands and back to Portsmouth.”
“Oh. I didn’t know about the boat part.”
“I’m excited! I can’t wait! On the last Tuesday of the trip, there’s going to be a chocolate buffet!”
Ianto's ears pricked up. “Chocolate buffet?”
Lois reached into her bag and drew out a file.
Ianto shivered into the seat, the air conditioning really on too low a setting. He wasn’t allowed to complain though – Jack liked it that way. Well, Jack’s got his coat, Ianto grumbled inwardly, eyeing the thick wool and pulling his suit jacket around him. Ianto had never been on a plane before, and aside from taking off, he so far had seen very little difference between being on the plane and being in a car. The air turbulence thus far had just been a fun little extra.
Jack was chatting animatedly to a nearby important-looking man in a very expensive suit. Ianto had been occasionally asked to go and fetch water or food, but mostly he’d been ignored. He was tired and cranky, and Jack’s early suggestions they meet in the toilet had been quickly rebuffed by one glare. His head drooped on to Jack’s shoulder and his eyes refused to stay open. Jack shouldered him off the first three times, but as other passengers began to quieten and rest he allowed it.
After an hour or so, Ianto woke from his nap to find Jack’s head resting on his. He moved carefully to avoid waking him up and disentangled himself from a hand that had curled into his jacket. Turning to look out of the window, he could see the bright reds, golds and purples of sunset poking through above the clouds and wished he could take a photograph. Carefully picking his way down the aisle and voiding kicking people’s bags or nudging an occasional over-hanging elbow, he made his way to the back of the plane and locked himself in the bathroom.
He emerged a couple of minutes later, feeling much better and wondering how long it was going to be before the plane touched down, when he heard a mutter of Jack’s name from one of the pairs of seats just outside the flight attendants’ area. He loitered in the doorframe, feeling for all the world like a nosy eavesdropper, but part of him told him he had to listen and find out what this gossip was.
“Of course I heard about the daughter. Saxon was parading it on the news the other day – serves him right, some of the rumours I’ve heard ....” a middle-aged woman was saying.
“I heard his wife tried to kill him.” an older lady sat beside her replied. “I’ve heard she’s tried to kill him several times.”
“Don’t be silly.” chastised the first woman. “From what I’ve heard of her she’d have done it right the first time – did you hear a Welsh paper was censored from running a story suggesting she had a secret kid before she married her first husband?”
“First husband? I thought the sick one’s dad was her second.”
“Either way she’s a black widow.” shrugged the woman. “It seems a pity that the handsome one will be next to go.”
“I bet they hate each other. I really hope they do.”
Her friend laughed. “I heard he prefers men to women, usually, anyway. Probably why he’s got that pretty blue-eyed thing with him.”
“Mmm ... wouldn’t mind being the filling in that sandwich!”
“Mother!”
“Just saying ...”
“Anyway. It’s none of our business.”
“No ... I suppose not. Though – I did notice he brought his pretty Blue-Eyed, but no wifey.”
“His wife is black isn’t she?”
“Yeah.”
“Black, noble features – partial to lilac?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sure she was sat at the front.”
Ianto moved quickly, trying not to appear too brisk and not caring if the women thought he’d overheard their conversation. He made his way to the front of the plane – noticing how leg room and champagne seemed to reduce the further forward he got. He got about halfway down the plane, round about the gap between the seats for the emergency doors, when he spotted two chocolate coloured, long, feminine legs wearing shoes that were no doubt Adeiola’s – the little crest of Boeshane embossed onto the sole being a big clue – stretched out into the extra space. He edged a little way forward in the hope of getting a surreptitious glance, but she chose that moment to turn around and give him a soft smile.
“Hello, Ianto. Didn’t expect to see me, did you?” she greeted him sweetly.
“You ... you’re supposed to be staying and keeping an eye on Lisa. In Cardiff ...” mumbled.
“Instead I’m keeping an eye on you. Sit?” she offered, indicating an empty space next to her.
Ianto bit his lip. “I ... I need to get back to – ”
“Five minutes. If that.” she assured him. Tentatively, Ianto sat. “There we go. Nice and cosy.” She made a show of straightening his tie and even fluffed his hair a little.
“What do you want, madam?” he asked irritably.
“I want to know what you did to Jack.” she replied smoothly, offering him some red wine. He took the glass out of politeness but pointedly didn’t sip it.
“Did to ... sorry?” Ianto was confused.
“In the hospital. When you returned from your little coffee run ...” she tweaked his nose as if he were a baby, and he tried to pull away from her. “... what did you do to him?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.” he scowled.
Her demeanour changed instantly. “Yes you do.” she snapped. “What was it? Was it the gauntlet? Was it something else? What did you use?”
Ianto blinked. “I ... I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am.”
She lunged forward and grabbed his nose, forcing some wine into his mouth and down his throat. Her movement was elegant and graceful, despite Ianto's struggle, but she was still efficient. No one in the surrounding seats would have guessed she’d just forced him to consume the wine unless they had been paying full attention – most of them were asleep.
“I’m going to ask you again. One more time:” Adeiola was back to being freakishly sweet again, crossing one ankle behind the other and resting her hands on her knees. “How. Did. You. Bring. Him. Back?”
“B-b-back from where?” stuttered Ianto, the vile taste of whatever she’d spiked the wine with at the back of his throat.
“From the dead!” she hissed so quietly Ianto barely heard her.
Ianto choked on nothing, spluttering in shock. “What? That ... that’s ... that’s impossible!” he whispered, his mind still denying that Jack was dead, still and clammy, slumped in the hospital chair beside Lisa’s bed.
Adeiola raised an eyebrow. “It was something Jack did, then?”
“You’re insane.” snapped Ianto, finally dragging himself to his feet, fighting the urge to pour wine over Adeiola. “What ... what did you put in my drink?”
“It made you tell the truth.” she scowled, clearly not having got the answers she wanted. “Ah well ... run back to your master and play his bitch. Toddle on!” she shooed him. He didn’t need telling twice and practically ran back to Jack, settling into his seat by the window and allowing the still-sleeping Jack to curl around him again. His worry faded now that his Captain was close, and he took a couple of moments before waking him to calm himself.
“Jack?” he whispered in his ear, shaking him a little.
“Wha? Are we landing?” he asked blearily.
“Not yet.” Ianto told him. “But ... erm ... wasn’t Adeiola supposed to stay in Cardiff?”
“Yeah.” he smiled. “Out of the way ...” he added sleepily.
“She’s sat at the front of the plane and she was asking me about ... she seemed to think you were dead and ... she forced me to drink spiked wine. She said it would only make me tell the truth –”
“What did it taste like?” Jack’s face was serious as he cut him off, his back straight and his face set. “The wine! What did it taste like?”
“Bitter and ... there was a strong sense of bile. I can still taste how bitter it was ....”
“Good. I don’t think it’s poison, then ...” sighed Jack, standing. “Poisons tend to be masked or flavourless ... Wait. Here. Understand?”
He didn’t wait for a reply before sweeping forward down the plane, searching for his wife. Ianto took his absence as an opportunity to turn the fans above them down a little, before settling on switching them off entirely and enjoying a bit of warmth. He ignored Jack’s attempt at hushed yelling, trying to think of anything but the deep, American tones floating throughout the plane. Ianto jumped when he turned his head to find Lois sat next to him.
“What’s going on?”
“Adeiola’s on the plane and she drugged me.” grumbled Ianto, suddenly realizing he couldn’t control the urge to be completely and utterly honest. Lois blinked.
“She’s not doing herself any favours is she? This rate we won’t need you at all.” she joked.
“How did she get on the plane?” Ianto snapped, a little angrier than he meant to sound.
“She has her own PA.” shrugged Lois. “Just the Earl's affairs are handles by Barbara and I.”
“In every sense of the phrase, it would seem.” grumbled Ianto. “And it’s ‘Barbara and me’ – common misconception.”
Lois narrowed her eyes. “I thought you weren’t educated?”
“I have a bit of a thing for Stephen Fry – oh my God! Cannot believe I just told you that!”
Lois sniggered. “She got you with bitter wine?”
“Yes. It was awful. Don’t you fret about her having that kind of stuff?”
“Don’t worry too much – she gets everyone with it. Just after I started she got the Earl – turns out he knows perfectly well that Bar– oh!”
There was a loud crash at the mid-section of the plane, and several people jerked awake and poked their heads around and over seats to see what the commotion was. Ianto panicked for a second that Jack had maybe lost control, but he quickly realized that a female flight attendant had simply caught the wheel of her trolley on someone’s bag and nearly toppled. Jack was helping her right it, having been on his way back to his seat, and Ianto flashed him a small smile when their eyes met.
He turned back to talk to Lois, only to find an empty seat - quickly filled by a very aggravated Jack.
“What does she want?” Ianto asked him quietly, turning so that he was sat on his side on the seat and facing Jack. Jack gave him a bright smile and mirrored him, their faces inches apart.
“She wants a good slap.” he replied flippantly. “A good slap – and a reminder of who sets the limit on her bank card.”
Ianto decided that was the best he was going to get, and closed his eyes as tiredness began to set in again. They fluttered open when he felt Jack’s lips press against his, and he reflexively pulled back. “But ... people ...” he muttered, glancing furtively around.
“I don’t care.” replied Jack, moving to kiss him again.
“But ... your reputation ... and ... public ... and you shot those people!”
Jack sighed and moved back. “Fine. Sorry. Just ... annoyed.” he murmured. “Wanted to kiss you is all ...”
Ianto bit his lip, feeling a little bit bad. “We’re landing soon.” he assured him. “An ... we’ll be in a hotel, right? All on our own? Like it has to be?”
“Yeah.” Jack smiled. He sat up in his seat. “Oi! Janet!” he called in a stage whisper.
“Twenty minutes!” she replied without even needing the question.
Ianto sniggered. “You’re such a child.” he chastised before he could stop himself speaking.
Jack smirked. “Y’know ... that urge to constantly tell the truth won’t wear off for another few hours or so. You might get yourself into trouble ...”
“I’m certain you’ll make sure of it.” scowled Ianto.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And you’re going to make everything really awkward.” he groaned.
“Aha! That I am!” chirruped Jack.
“You’re already making a list of questions ...”
“Yep ....”
“Oh ... just get it over and done with!”
“Okay.” shrugged Jack. “Do you think my coat is gay?”
Ianto blinked. “I love the coat.”
“Good. And ... do I show off?”
“Just a bit.”
“Kirk or Picard?”
“Spock.”
“Top or bottom?”
“Top.” Ianto flushed furiously. “Jack!”
Jack chuckled and rubbed his thigh. “I was getting that impression any way ...” he muttered seductively.
Something pinged and the lights telling them all to put their seatbelts on flickered into life.
Jack scowled. “I hate public flights.”
“Why don’t you get your own plane then?” frowned Ianto.
“I did have a plane. I ... kinda crashed it a bit. Long story – and it included drinking, driving, smoking, groping and using my mobile all at the same time.”
“You flew your own plane?”
“I’m a pilot! Captain Jack Harkness! Captain!”
“Oh yeah! You just ... you’re not the most disciplined of people. It’s hard to believe you’re a military man most of the time.”
Jack pouted, adjusting his seatbelt and reaching over to Barbara to accept a couple of hard boiled sweets to suck as they landed and avoid their ears hurting. Jack, predictably, crunched his down pretty much instantly and had to pester her for another one. He had cheered up considerably after confronting Adeiola, and Ianto was at a loss with whether or not he should ask him about it. He settled with not asking for now, and waiting until they were in a less confined space before judging the situation.
The plane landed with little more problems than Jack running out of sweet again and Barbara pretending not to hear him nagging for another. Jack had grumbled loudly as they waited by the carousel for their bags, and as soon as they left the confines of the air conditioned airport moaned about the heat as they waited for the car.
“Will you shut up?” Ianto hissed, spotting Adeiola and a young woman stood by her with a PDA and tech pen taking notes.
Jack scowled at him, but got the message, the heat making them all irritable. Ianto went back to staring around at the foreign country, ignoring what seemed to him to be sweltering heat, taking in his surroundings. The car arrived and threw Ianto for a loop when he saw the steering wheel was on the wrong side, and nearly had a panic attack when his mind kept telling him they were driving on the wrong side of the road. Jack, Lois and Janet [Ianto thought of her as such when she annoyed him] spent most of the car journey laughing at him.
Where they were staying was very different to the flash modern spire of the Doctor’s hotel. It went outwards rather than upwards, and was built of strong, polished stone. The lobby was marbled and shiny with a couple of statues around the place, with murals and tapestries of bullfights and flamenco on the walls. He found his mind temporarily wandering into the area of “I wonder what Jack would look like dressed as a Matador?” before being quickly brought back to earth by the man in question dragging him over to the lifts, Janet and Lois in tow with two trolleys full of bags – including the holdall with Ianto's things, Jack’s memories and the grey metal box inside.
Barbara and Lois were on the third floor, and Jack and Ianto were all the way at the top on the fourteenth. Jack’s suite was this time a pristine white, and Ianto winced at the thought of having to keep it clean. There was a Grecian theme running through the rooms, and Jack was certainly delighted to have a very ornate four-poster bed in the master room. Instead of being down the hall like in Cardiff, Ianto had a smaller bedroom as part of the main suite. The bed was only a single, but at least he would have more excuses to constantly be near to Jack.
The busboy with their trolley of bags left without unpacking them at Jack’s request, and the second they were alone he had pinned Ianto to the wall and begun pulling at his clothes and frantically undoing his own belt.
“Calm down!” gasped Ianto. “Can we at least get to the bed!”
Jack half-kissed and half-dragged him into the master room, practically tossing him onto the bed and ripping his shirt. “I’m glad you paid for that and not me ...” chastised Ianto before his words were swallowed by Jack kissing him again.
Ianto responded with fervour this time, tugging Jack’s buttons out of their holes and pushing his shirt off. In retaliation he ripped the cotton undershirt, but Jack paid him no mind and simply rolled onto his back, pulling Ianto on top of him and locking his legs around his waist. Ianto was trying to kick off his own shoes while pulling his belt, kissing Jack and grinding them together at the same time. Eventually he broke away, efficiently taking his shoes and socks off and then moving to unlace the heavy tan boots either side of him. He looked up to see Jack had taken his own cock out and was stroking himself as he watched Ianto undressing what was left on both their bodies. Ianto pulled his trousers and boxers off for him, slipped off his own clothes and lay down on Jack’s chest, trapping his hand between them and pushing his tongue into his mouth again.
Jack groaned and arched up into him, pulling his hand free to caress the length of Ianto's naked back as their erections touched, Ianto thrusting his hips down to create friction and pressure.
“Coat ...” Jack gasped, shivering as Ianto bit a mark on to his chest. Ianto laughed.
“Your coat’s in the sitting room. I’m not going there ...”
“We need ... we ... need ...” Jack writhed as Ianto grasped him, smiling wickedly.
“I know, I know. But my trousers are just here – and I’m just as prepared as you are. Well, nearly ...”
The mattress dipped as he reached for his trousers, pulling out a sachet of lubricant he’d nicked from Owen’s room on a pretend trip to the bathroom. He had several more ‘travel sized’ sachets stuffed into his toiletries bag, his cardboard box and hidden in pockets and folds of his clothes. Owen, it was safe to say, would definitely have noticed he’d been stolen from.
Ianto couldn’t find the perforation to tear the sachet, and after both he and Jack had given up and desperately just ripped it open with teeth, he dipped a finger into the packet as suggestively as he could. He didn’t bother warming the gel before pushing his finger into Jack’s body, holding his legs firmly over one shoulder and pushing them forward to lift Jack’s hips. Jack tensed too tightly around him as a second finger pushed inside, and Ianto raised an eyebrow.
“You okay?” he asked gently..
“Yeah ... impatient ...” Jack replied, his breathing a little ragged.
Ianto stroked his hair and teased his entrance for a minute or so before trying again, this time meeting no resistance but going a little slower anyway. He took a little longer stretching him out than usual, being thorough and gentle. Withdrawing his fingers, he took a little more gel, spread it over himself with a hiss of pleasure and lined himself up. Jack’s thighs squeezed him hard as he pressed forward, and Ianto could see him biting his lip and concentrating on every inch of the hard intrusion. He worried for a moment, until Jack growled at him to go deeper and stop being ‘delicate’. Ianto obliged, forcing himself all the way inside Jack’s body, hesitating, withdrawing a pressing forward again, quicker and smoother, picking up a rhythm that Jack met, clenching his thighs tight around Ianto and pushing himself down further onto his dick.
Ianto was not forcing dominance, however, and neither of them were too happily submissive. Jack reached up and tumbled Ianto onto his back, pinning his wrists above his head and riding him hard. Ianto tried to keep up and return the thrusts, but Jack was too erratic to keep a constant rhythm, so instead Ianto lifted his head and began to bite Jack’s neck, licking a sucking the flesh until it bruised.
They finished at more or less the same time, and Jack carefully cleaned Ianto's belly using complimentary tissues from the nightstand. He lay beside him, on the side nearest the door, and they held each other and kissed lazily for while.
“Ianto?” Jack eventually murmured, stroking his face.
“Mmm?”
“Are you still intoxicated with truth wine?” he smiled, fingers still ghosting over a pale cheek.
“Dunno. Ask me summit.” Ianto yawned sleepily, raising his chin to Jack’s touch and closing his eyes.
“Do you love me, Ianto?”
Ianto smiled and opened his eyes a little. “Yes. I love you, Jack.”
“I know.” said Jack smugly. “You talk in your sleep.”
Ianto grabbed a pillow and whacked him with it. “No fair! I tell you when you ... you ... talk in your sleep!”
Jack was nearly crying laughing. “It’s okay! Stop that! Oiiii!”
“Dammit, I was nearly asleep.” Ianto complained. “You’ve woke me up again now.”
“Round two?” offered Jack.
“Bugger off.” grumbled Ianto. “I think I might go and have a bath ...”
“Round two?” Jack insisted.
“No, I’ll be locking the door I think.” Ianto said with a chastising frown.
“Buh .... round two?” Jack pouted.
Ianto sighed. “Okay – but only quickly.” he conceded, and he threw himself down on his front and reached for the complimentary paper. “Just don't go too hard, please Jack. I am tryna read ...”
FIN
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Ianto sighed. “Okay – but only quickly.” he conceded, and he threw himself down on his front and reached for the complimentary paper. “Just don't go too hard, please Jack. I am tryna read ...”
LMAO. Couldn't help but laugh at the whole exchange - but that line was just hilarious.
And that picture is absolutely adorable!
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Of course Jack I'll never see that coat the same way^_^.
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Very nice, lolvely. Love the whole class struggle thing that's going on here.
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For what it's worth, though, that thing Stephen Fry said only refers to using "Barbara and I" in the predicate or as the object of a preposition; like "He took Barbara and me to the store" or "This was a secret between Barbara and me." So what Lois said was correct, actually. [/grammarnerd]
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Sorry what were talking about? I think you'll see I use 'Barbara and me' correctly.
shhhhh don't tell anyone and I'll give you cookies
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Hehe. Great update! Loved it as always.
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The bitch
Has got
To go!
Sweet Jack and Ianto moments are wonderful and make me forget the evil Adeiola puts in my mind.
And I wants me a Lisa dolly!
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Though the truth wine gave Jack some fun, even if it slightly annoyed Ianto. lol
Ianto sighed. “Okay – but only quickly.” he conceded, and he threw himself down on his front and reached for the complimentary paper. “Just don't go too hard, please Jack. I am tryna read ...”
*falls over laughing* Somehow, I think Ianto may lose interest in that paper rather quickly. lol
AWWWW!!!! *cuddles Baby!Tigger!Ianto!* Too FREAKING adorable!!!! :D
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*steals Tigger!Baby!Ianto for a while* I promise I'll give him back!
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Sheesh! Could Adeiola get any bitchier? Was the woman not breast-fed or something?
BTW, all stories involving attractive, blue-eyed, dark-haired men should end in bed. ;)
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Cuuuute baby!Ianto!
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Tut tut -- Adeiola, spiking peoples' wine is bad bad. >:-/
Brilliant chapter!
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But you scared me a lot with the wine! But Jacks questions where funny! And now I really want to now why Jack is immortal in your AU.
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AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW baby!ianto in a tiger suit is the cutest thingggg! *squeeeeeeeeeeee*
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That last line made me actually LOL. :'D
Also, baby!Tigger!Ianto ftw! Awwwww, so cute!
Truth Serem Is The Best Plot Device Ever
Ooh, Sneaky Adieola is Sneaky. Though she didn't get the answer she wanted, and is doubly annoyed that Jack's still alive (and foolishly admitting she knew he had died, that's going to come back to bite her). So nuts to her then.
Although Rentboy!Ianto clearly needs to work on his stealthy maneouvers. Willingly sitting next to someone he knows is clearly morally corrupt wasn't the best idea he's ever had either. Props for his mad Tea Leaf Skillz, though. Doubly so for the victim in question being Owen. ;)
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Nonetheless that chapter was HOT. My goodness. *faint*
And Adeiola is a meanie. :( I don't like her.
Moar soon though? :D
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I'm a happy Portuguese reader now that you mentioned Portugal in your story. ^^
Nice chapter. Loved the last line. xD
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Hey Silver, when are you going to fix your page so we can see all of Ianto? He's too pretty to hide -------->
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Great update I love the interactions between them with the truth drug :)
Ianto!Tiger!Baby is just too cute!
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Will have t wait until after work for the next one :(
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that was brilliant! am not liking adeiola following them though i do like the truth wine! and the last line was priceless!