Fic: This Other Darkness - Jack/Ianto 2/6
Oct. 8th, 2008 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
metztlimoon
Author: Metztlimoon
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/OMC
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Blood, Vampirism, Mind control/iffy consent.
A/N: Written for ![[info]](https://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
thestopwatch fic exchange
Betas: Jimmymick and ![[info]](https://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
blaiyzed
Part ONE is HERE.
24 Hours Earlier
“What time do you call this?” Jack says, folding his arms and looking down from the balcony. Ianto, late?
“8.30,” he replies, looking up. “Or maybe 08.30. Half past eight?”
Jack starts to wend his way down the stairs.“You’ve been here at exactly half past seven every morning since you started working here.”
“That’s not exactly true.”
As Jack draws level with him, he can see the tell tale signs that Ianto hasn’t slept. Not in and of itself unusual. That hasn’t stopped him being on time.
“It was the Knitting Circle bus,” Ianto says, matter of factly. “The over 70’s can be a surprisingly lecherous lot. I’m sure Doris from number 22 copped a quick feel while I was changing the tyre.”
“Now you’re just trying to make me jealous.”
“Always.” Ianto smiles at him. “I'll put the coffee on, shall I?”
“You do that.”
“Sorry I’m late guys,” Owen says, as he wanders in. “Is there any coffee?”
“On its way,” says Ianto, disappearing into the kitchen.
“I do wish you’d leave him alone on work nights Jack,” Owen says.
Jack raises his eyebrows. “Wasn't me,” he says, and goes back to his desk.
By twelve, they are all on a trawler in the bay, screaming at each other through the rain and trying to retrieve a Gurian escape pod before the engine self destructs and takes most of Cardiff with it. It's a simple mission, only complicated by the disappearance of Gwen's engagement ring into a lobster.
By seven, Jack is back at his desk staring at the artefact, Owen smells of fish, Gwen has gone home with a lobster and a sharp knife, and Tosh is drafting a schematic of the Gurian engine to sell to UNIT.
“It's something to do with him, isn't it?” Ianto says, as he places a cup of hot coffee beside the untouched cold one, and looks at the shard of metal with half concealed disapproval.
“No,” Jack says, just a little too quickly.
“Do you even know which him I mean?”
Jack takes a deep breath, because Ianto has two subtly different hims, one for the Doctor and one for John. Ianto isn't scared of John. “It's complicated.”
“What happened, Jack? What happened while you were gone?”
He killed me, over and over. Drawing it out for weeks. Found everyone I had ever known, ripped them apart in front of me.
“It doesn't matter. I came back. ”
Ianto reaches over and brushes Jack's cheek with his fingertips. “Sometimes I wonder.”
Jack catches Ianto's hand, holding it against his cheek but not moving it. “What do you mean?”
“It doesn't matter,” says Ianto and smiles.
Jack brushes his lips against Ianto's palm, then gestures at the object. “I have to work out where this came from. Why someone would send it here.”
“I took the liberty of setting up an analysis of the wrapping,” Ianto says. “It's from a local company specialising in hand made, recycled paper. They sell it in a half dozen shops and on the Internet.”
I don't want you involved! I don't want you hurt. This is none of your business. “Thank you, Ianto,” Jack grins. “What would I do without you?”
“Drown in a sea of filing and onanism,” Ianto replies.
“Probably true.” Jack smiles again.
“Speaking of filing, I don't suppose you know why we have an extensive collection of Victorian pornography?”
“We do?”
“Disturbingly extensive.”
Jack knows what Ianto is suggesting. He wants Jack to say... Show me this pornography of which you speak, or some such invitation. Somewhere in the back of Jack's mind Jack is screaming again while the world burns beneath the Valiant. “Maybe later,” he says, with a wink.
He hears Ianto sigh just a little. “Right. I'll be off then. If you want the results, they're in your in-box.”
Jack watches as Ianto walks away, then turns back to his desk.
I'm being played.
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Ianto curses as he realises someone's slashed the tyres on his car. For a moment he contemplates going back in to the Hub and looking out the repair kit – they'd taken to keeping it on hand after a spate of delinquency. But it is raining steadily as the storm from the afternoon moves inland, and he really, really can't be bothered. It's a quick walk to the nearest Taxi, he is hungry and in no mood to get home soaking wet. As he crosses the Plas, head down and collar up, he collides with another pedestrian.
“Sorry,” Ianto says, looking up.
“That's all right, Ianto,” the man says, with a cultured English accent. “Don't mention it.”
Ianto pauses for a moment. How does he know my name? Ianto is sure they've met before. Platinum blonde hair, cut to the level of his sharp jaw, bright, but brown eyes contrasting his light skin. A long leather coat in what Ianto thinks of as the 'Matrix style', and he's waiting patiently as Ianto finishes his brief study.
“I don't mean to be rude, “ Ianto says. “But have we met?”
The man laughs. “Forgive my manners, you won't remember me. Thorne Gilmour.”
He holds out his hand and Ianto cautiously shakes it, confident that if something happens he's easily in range of the Hub's cameras. Not that anyone's watching.
“I'm sorry I really don’t remember..”
Thorne smiles. “Let's get out of this rain, shall we?”
“So,” says Thorne, as he returns to the table with a bottle of scotch and two glasses. “This is better, isn't it?”
“It's drier,” Ianto concedes. He picks up the glass Thorne has just filled and looks at it.
“It's not drugged,” Thorne says. “I'm not that kind of man.”
“Sorry, just.... habit I suppose. How did you know my name?”
“You told me.”
Ianto puzzles for a moment. There might have been a night or two last year when he had been very, very drunk... but no, he always remembered names, didn't he?.
“When? Was I drunk?”
Thorne laughs. “You might have been.”
“Oh,” Ianto says. “That might explain it.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“About what?”
“Why you were storming across the Plas?”
“It's nothing. Rough day at work.”
“You work late.”
“Sometimes.” Ianto still hesitates from drinking.”Look I... I'm sort of seeing someone at the moment so...”
Thorne gives a disappointed smile. “Aaaaaah.” Then a more hopeful “Only sort of?”
“I really should be going.” Ianto puts the glass back down on the table and starts to stand up. “I'll pay you back for the sco...”
“Please stay,” says Thorne, catching Ianto's gaze as he does so.
Ianto sits back down. One drink won't hurt. It's not as if he's not allowed to go out and enjoy himself once in a while. Maybe flirt a little to make himself feel better. He picks up the glass. “Cheers,” he says.
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“It's amazing how much it's changed,” Thorne says, looking out over Cardiff from their terrace bar vantage point.
“You've been away?” Ianto finishes another glass of scotch and wonders exactly when he got quite this... intoxicated.
“For a long time.”
“Were you born here?”
“Good lord no,” Thorne laughs.”But I grew rather fond of it.”
Ianto turns roughly north and points. “I was born right over there,” he says. Moving his hand he points again. “And I live right over there.”
“That's a small space to live your entire life in.”
“I travelled a bit; worked in London....”
“Really? So did I. Near Canary Wharf- do you know it?”
“I'd rather not talk about it.”
“Ah,” Thorne says, and rests his hand on Ianto's shoulder. “You're one of the ones who hasn't passed it off as some sort of hallucination. I'm sorry.”
“Still, “Ianto begins, but realises he has no idea how to finish the sentence.
“Still, it's a fine night and we're safe here.” Thorne slides his hand down Ianto's arm until he's resting his palm on his hand. Ianto leans back a against the taller man, and guiltily enjoys the contact through the haze of alcohol. He laces his fingers with Thorne's, only then realising the flare of excitement in his stomach.
“This 'sort of' relationship you're in...?” Thorne whispers.
“Mmmmm?”
“How 'sort of' would that be?”
“It's convenient,” Ianto says, wondering where the annoyance in his voice is coming from. “Convenient to him, maybe. Until something comes up at work, or from his past or...” Thorne's lips brush the side of Ianto's neck, and Ianto breathes in hard.
“Should I stop?” Thorne says.
“No. Don't stop.”
Thorne wraps his other arm round Ianto, and presses his palm lightly against his chest. “Your heart is racing...”
“I'm.... not surprised.... with you.... doing .... that.”
It's not that Ianto hasn't had practice fending off Jack's roving hands, but somehow, he lets Thorne run his fingertips lower until they brush his growing erection before stopping him.
“I should very much like to kiss you,” Thorne says, still teasing the side of his neck. “Among other things.”
Ianto turns and awkwardly presses his lips against Thorne's. The taller man's fingers press into Ianto's lower back, holding him firm against his body. Thorne's tongue eases into Ianto's mouth, and Ianto responds to the wonderful sensation of this new body so close and tight against his own. God this feels good. Hot, and good....
“Are you all right, Ianto?” Thorne says, as Ianto pauses to breathe.
“I'm fine... absolutely fine I'm... absolutely fine.”
Thorne smiles, and takes his mouth again, nipping hard at his lips.
Ianto's thoughts rush him with images. Thorne entwined with him, moaning as Ianto licks traces of sweat and blood from Thorne's hands. Ianto's fingers, drawing blood, Thorne laughing softly, his nails scraping along Ianto's thigh. A feral need fills him, and he responds in kind, kissing and biting until they're gasping for breath and he can taste the metallic tang of iron.
Ianto reaches up to touch his lips, suddenly losing his drunkenness as he sees the red smear. “Fuck.”
“It's all right,” says Thorne. “I'm clean.”
“That's not the ...” Ianto begins, still staring at the blood. He doesn't remove himself from Thorne's embrace though, because it is all right. It really is. Except that it isn't. I'm hard and horny as hell and damn Jack. Damn. “I'm not usually....”
Thorne pulls him close. “Does it matter what you're not, right now? I want you. Do you want me?”
“Yes,” Ianto says. I want you, I trust you... I want to do... things. I want to do such things.... and you'd let me, you'd want me to but... but you're not Jack. “That's why... I have to leave now.”
He pulls away from Thorne, who lets him go. “Not so 'sort of' then,” he says. “Not for you.”
“I don't know. Thank you for... a great evening.”
“My pleasure. Come find me later if anything changes.”
A glass collector appears from nowhere and wanders between them. The terrace, previously empty except for them, is suddenly full. Ianto loses sight of Thorne in the crowd.
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“Didn't you go home?” Jack says, when he finds Ianto sitting on the sofa inside the hub.
“No,” said Ianto. “I've been sitting here all night. I want to talk to you.”
“Can it wait until morning?”
“It is morning.”
Jack looks at his watch, “By an hour and three minutes.”
Ianto stands up. “There was a man,” he says. “I bumped into him outside. He was ...”
“Hot?” Jack puts in.
“Very. I got drunk. There was kissing...”
“Well good for you,” Jack interrupts with a broad smile. “Does he have a brother?”
“Stop it,” Ianto snaps. “It didn't go anywhere. I thought about you and I couldn't. My shagging another man wouldn't make you care though, would it? You'd probably be happy for my sexual development... or ask to watch.”
“Ianto...” Jack moves to put his hand on Ianto's arm, but Ianto pulls away.
“I'm talking, Jack. I like what we have, and most of the time it works. Thing is, sometimes- every time-I want to be with you, you're so absorbed in- whatever- that you don't notice. That thing on your desk, whatever it is. It feels like it's taking you somewhere away from me and I don't like it.”
Jack folds his arms and glares. “Are you jealous of the thing? Because it's work, Ianto. That's what we do here, we work.”
“If it's work, why isn't it out here, with everyone working on it?”
“Because....”
“Because? Because of what? It pisses me off that you keep everything hidden.” Ianto can see Jack is about to begin the 'there are things I've seen' talk, and he cuts him off. “Don't start. That's actually okay. That's you. That's Torchwood. I deal with it. But I can't ask for your attention unless you offer it and if I want your attention, I'm asking for more than you're prepared to give. That's what hurts, and that's why this isn't working. Not right now.”
“Finished?”
“I don't know. Are we?”
“What do you want me to say?” snaps Jack. “That I'm furious you nearly had sex with someone else? Do you want me to be angry with you?” Ianto actually takes a step back, before Jack's voice softens, and he uncrosses his arms. “The operative word is nearly. You didn't. You came back here and that tells me everything I need to know.”
Ianto tries not to interpret Jack's smile as smugness. “Tell me you're glad I came back.”
“Did you think I wouldn't be?”
“To be honest, I didn't know what to think past turning up and shouting for a bit.”
“Did we just have our first row?”
“Tell me you're glad, Jack.”
This time, when Jack reaches to touch Ianto's shoulder, Ianto lets him. “Yes. I'm glad you came back. Now why don't we...”
Ianto pushes Jack so he falls back onto the sofa, and sits across his lap before he can get up. “This is me, wanting your attention.”
“You got it,” Jack says, leaning up for a kiss.
Ianto stays him. “Do you trust me, Jack?”
“Why? What do have planned?”
“Nothing planned,” Ianto says. Thought about, not planned. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought of controlling Jack, teasing him, torturing him. Ianto reaches into his pocket for the tie he discarded earlier that evening. He pulls it taut between his fingers with an audible snap.
“Is it kinky Thursday already?” Jack grins, and pulls Ianto firmly onto his hips.
Ianto smiles, but says nothing, running the tie through his fingers before leaning in to nip gently at Jack's throat.
“Ianto...”
Ianto leans back, and tips Jack's chin with his fingers. “Full attention,” he whispers, and moves to wrap the strip of silk round Jack's wrists. Jack tenses, just a little.
“I thought you trusted me?”
Jack brushes his hand. “It's complicated.”
Ianto shakes his head. “Isn't it always. Never mind...” he moves to put the tie back in his pocket, only to find Jack's hand in the way.
“Did I tell you to stop? I trust you. Tie my hands.”
Jack is shaking as Ianto loops the tie round Jack's wrists. He loops the fabric round itself and ties it off, somehow he doubts a bow will entirely match his mood. Then he lifts Jack's wrists to his mouth and kisses the exposed skin. “Are you okay?”
Jack says nothing, nods briefly and lets his eyes show his trust.
Ianto feels heat rising inside him, flushing his face and a few other places. Jack straightens his back and runs his tongue along Ianto's neck, tracing the line of his collar and down the few open buttons. Ianto reaches down and undoes the rest, pulling Jack's head in against his chest and bracing himself against the wall as Jack's teeth graze across his nipples. Jack moves lower, tugging at Ianto's trousers and - how the hell does he do that? - unfastening them with his tongue. When Ianto looks down, Jack grins back up at him and licks from the base of his cock to the tip.
“While you're down there...” says Ianto, realising his plan to tease Jack has just flown right through the lift exit.
“What?” says Jack, all mock innocence. “I'm completely at your mercy.”
Ianto takes hold of his cock and presses it against Jack's lips. “Suck.”
He moans as Jack takes him into his mouth slowly, enclosing him in wet and heat and the slight thrill of teeth. He can't help but push deeper, catch Jack's hair in his fingers and hold him roughly against him. Jack's hesitation is momentary, before he takes Ianto right to the back of his throat.
“Oh God,” Ianto breathes, and rocks his hips desperately, aware the couch is trying to give out under them but not caring. He misses feeling Jack's skin against him, misses his touch, but looking down and realising they're both fully clothed, he's fucking Jack's mouth and Jack can't do a damn thing about it, tips him over the edge.
Ianto leans his head against the brickwork, shaking as Jack swallows, and finishes him with an excruciating final pass of his tongue.
Ianto's legs give out, and Jack pushes himself up just in time for Ianto to end up sitting on his knees. Ianto fastens his trousers and nuzzles into Jack's neck, a little hazy and strangely- still wanting. He lies still for a while, watching the slight beat of Jack's carotid.. I wonder how much force it takes, to go through an artery. I wonder why I'm thinking that. Am I tired? If I'm tired, I should sleep.
“Wanna get pizza?” Jack says.
Hungry. So very hungry. Ianto slowly tries to reclaim his tie from Jack's wrists. “Actually, we need to watch the expense account,” he says. “At least until the end of March.”
“You could tie me to the medical table and tease me with it,” Jack says, hanging onto Ianto's tie.
Ianto assumes Jack means the pizza, but he is never completely sure. “To be honest, Jack, I really need to get home. And besides...” he snatches his tie back, but holds it up, smirking as he slides off Jack's lap and stands up. “Always leave while they want more, right?”
He strides out of the Hub, followed by Jack's grin.
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Part THREE is HERE
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on 2008-10-08 02:58 pm (UTC)HAHAHA
Gwen goes home with a lobster and a knife!
In any other fandom, that would seem strange....
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on 2013-03-04 10:42 pm (UTC)Glad Ianto finally managed to get Jack's attention, but that artefact is distracting him from noticing that Ianto is acting a bit oddly...
On the other hand, Kinky Thursday definitely sounds right up their alley!