Fic- Forever Part Eleven

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Title: Forever

By Branwen Blaidd & Oncoming Scone

Part Eleven of Thirty One

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Rating: Adult - Dark Themes, Violence, Graphic sex, AU

Spoilers: Torchwood & Doctor Who all seasons to date.

Summary: Set after Exit Wounds and Journey’s End, no-one is coping with recent tragic events. In an attempt to bring the team back to unity and strength, Ianto makes a decision that will change the fate of Torchwood, and the world, Forever.

Disclaimers: Despite 5 months of creating this together, we own nothing and never will! The various songs, verses, etc do not belong to us either. 

Notes: This is AU, though it begins in line with canon up to Exit Wounds. We hope to post one chapter each day at roughly the same time. Comments please!

 

 

Jack didn’t move. He’d been sitting there since they’d brought Ianto in. Gwen had been with him most of the time but now she’d gone to get something to eat and to call Rhys. It was late. He should send her home but he didn’t fancy being completely alone with this Ianto just yet.

Jack watched Ianto breathe. Ianto hadn’t moved, except for his chest moving slowly up and down. Without those hard, dangerous eyes on him, Jack thought Ianto looked almost normal, back to himself. But Jack knew he wasn’t.

“Oh, Ianto,” he whispered. “Why did you do this to yourself?”

Suddenly, Ianto jerked and immediately sprung to his feet and glared at Jack through the glass.

He lurched forward and thumped the glass angrily. Jack flinched in spite of himself, but keeping his eyes on Ianto he gradually stood until they were level.

“Sleep well?” he asked, hands on hips. Ianto’s eyes were so alien now. It made it easier somehow. But Jack’s body still sensed him as his lover, not a monster.

“Like a baby,” said Ianto. “Let me out, Jack. Please.”

Jack didn’t blink. Ianto’s voice sounded flat. Unemotional. It wasn’t him.

“Please, Jack. I need your help. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

Jack shifted his weight for a moment. He swallowed.

“Not a chance,” he said, his throat dry. There was a beat as Ianto looked hurt. But then there was rage. And the tirade began.

“Fucking look at you,” he yelled. “Captain Jack Bullshit. Torchwood. Outside the Government. All fucking three of us! Pathetic! You’re pathetic!”

Jack did not react at all. Ianto grit his teeth and sneered.

“Chasing your precious Doctor Alien only to find he didn’t want you. He ran away from you. So wrong. Can’t even die properly. And now you’ve locked your part time shag in a cell because he’s so much more powerful than you could have imagined. More powerful than you could ever be. Pathetic.”

Jack remained still but felt his heart beating furiously.

“We’re both immortal now, Jack. Feels good, doesn’t it? You spend the whole time whining.” Ianto affected a high pitched whine. “‘I can’t die, it just goes black. I outlive everyone’. Well looki-here. You’re not alone.”

Jack clenched his jaw and his fists but stayed silent.

“Tea Boy wanted to be with you forever.” Ianto smirked. “So sweet. Only he didn’t realise how good this would feel. I didn’t know, Jack.”

He gazed coquettishly at Jack, his voice sounding almost normal again. “I’m sorry, Jack. I didn’t mean it. Please forgive me. I’m a good boy really.”

Cold laughter echoed through the cell. Jack’s eyes narrowed.

“How much fun am I going to have?” asked Ianto, the harshness returning to his voice. “I can fuck you and kill you ten times a day for the whole of eternity, and we can still play scrabble together after dinner!”

Jack screwed his eyes shut as he flashed back to that morning. The shower. The blood. Ianto had hurt him. But it wasn’t Ianto. He opened his eyes again and glared.

“Shut up,” he hissed.

“Oh, okay,” said Ianto. “Oh wait. No.”

Jack rolled his eyes.

“Evil creature of the night,” stated Ianto, indicating himself. He pointed at Jack. “Little boy who thinks he’s a hero because he got caught up with one once. But he didn’t think you were a hero. That Doctor man. And neither do I. Come to think of it, what’s your name again?”

“That’s enough!” yelled Jack, now livid. His hands moved to the glass as his body trembled all over.

“Oh I love it when you’re all moody, Harkness,” rasped Ianto, stepping closer. He mirrored Jack, the glass between them. He placed his hands over Jack’s. They were face to face. “So sexy. Makes me want you.”

Jack thought his heart would break out of his chest, it was pounding so hard. He could almost taste Ianto through the glass. Those eyes. That scent. He found himself pressing against the cold, transparent barrier.

“Ianto,” he whispered desperately. “Stop this.”

“And how are you going to make me do that?” asked Ianto smoothly. He rolled his hips against the glass and Jack felt himself respond. Ianto stared into Jack’s cloudy eyes with a smirk.

“You love it,” hissed Ianto. “You want me. Tell me you want me.”

“No!” whimpered Jack, but he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing against the hardness. He just wanted Ianto. And those eyes were drawing him in. He couldn’t stop looking. “Stop it,” he pleaded as the glass began to shake with their movements.

Ianto surrounded him. Their lips were close. Those silver eyes. Jack was too aroused to stop. He needed Ianto to fuck him. He could open the door. But somewhere inside him there was another voice.

“No!” he grimaced, trying to tear himself away. “Stop this, Ianto!”

“That’s it. Get angry. Fucking make me stop, Jack. Oh but you can’t. Poor little lost boy. Did you lose your big scary gun?” His voice was now a low growl. “Come on, Jack. Tell me you don’t want me to over-take you. Tell me you don’t want to forget your duty, your responsibility. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you so hard you go flying back to the stars and finally know some peace.”

Jack was sobbing, his breathing erratic, his body rocking mindlessly against the glass. He pulsed and throbbed, reacting to that voice. Those words. And those eyes, gleaming at him. He took one hand off the glass. Where was the switch for the door?

But he was distracted. Ianto was also aroused. His eyelids were falling every now and then. It seemed to clear Jack’s head a little. His brought his hand back to the glass as it shook rhythmically, both of them thrusting hard against it. Jack found himself pressing his lips to the glass. They were almost kissing.

Those eyes. He’s on the dark side. Somewhere in Jack’s mind he knew he had to stop. But he felt so close to ecstasy. So close he could tumble over the edge. Now! But the glass shook violently as Ianto flung himself against it, and Jack staggered backwards. It broke their eye contact.

Seconds later, Jack’s mind cleared perfectly. His body turned cold. His arousal was gone. He watched as Ianto writhed and rocked like a wild animal against his cage door. He was coming. And he was not Ianto.

Jack’s pulse returned to normal as reason came back to him. He shook, stunned by what he’d almost done. Ianto stilled, breathing hard. He fixed Jack with a leer, but his sated eyes had lost their power. There was a wet stain on the front of his jeans. Jack shuddered as he felt his chest fill with contempt.

Ianto smirked. “Wanna come in here and lick me clean?”

“Fuck you,” spat Jack, fury in every inch of his body.

Ianto tutted at him. “Such bad language. I shall have to punish you.” He pressed himself against the glass again, staring at Jack. “Jack Harkness. I’m going to catch you. I’m going to beat you. I’m going to fuck you. But best of all…” He licked his lips. “I’m going to feed on you. Taste you. See how quickly your blood regenerates. I might time it with the stop watch.”

Jack shook with cold fury at this creature which had consumed Ianto. He stepped towards the glass once more.

“You’re locked in a fucking cell, you deranged idiot. What are you gonna do? Pout me to death?”

Ianto’s smile faded, unnerved by Jack’s renewed confidence. He glared, whiter than ever.

“When I get out of here, I’m going to sink my teeth into your neck and bleed you dry.”

Jack responded by smiling warmly. He raised his hand, flicked a switch, and gas billowed into the cell, causing Ianto to panic briefly before he slumped to the floor and passed out cold.

                                                         * * *

Jack couldn’t leave Ianto. He couldn’t. He’d been sitting outside the cell all night, watching Ianto through the glass. Ianto was still unconscious and Jack wanted him to wake but at the same time he couldn’t bear to see that dark disgust in his eyes.

It was morning now. Gwen was in now but hadn’t come down yet. Jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept but he couldn’t leave Ianto. He leaned against the glass and gazed at that sleeping figure. Achingly familiar. He’d watched Ianto sleep hundreds of times but now it was different. The reality of the situation tugged at him and he couldn’t put it out of his mind.

“Jack?” It was Gwen.

Jack glanced at her. “Hey.”

“Have you been here all night?” she said, stepping closer to him.

“Yeah. Didn’t want to leave him.”

“He’s still unconscious?”

Jack tensed. “I…had to put him out again.”

There was a silence. Gwen seemed tense, like she was working up to saying something. Jack let her.

“Jack…” she said slowly.

He said nothing, just waited for her to continue.

“Andy just rang me. They…found a body last night. This…young guy. He…had…p…puncture marks in his neck and…most of his…blood…had been…drained away.”

Jack’s head snapped towards her. “What?”

“It was Ianto, Jack. It had to be.”

Jack pushed to his feet and glared at her. “It was not Ianto.”

“Jack, come on. Who else could…”

“There are other vampires in Cardiff. It could have been any of them. It was not Ianto! Do you fucking hear me? It wasn’t Ianto.”

“What are you arguing about?” asked a small voice.

Jack turned. Ianto was standing in front of the glass gazing at him. His voice sounded tiny, almost frightened, like a child who’d discovered his parents arguing. He was almost like himself again.

“It’s nothing,” said Jack. “Are you all right?”

Ianto blinked. “Yes. Are you talking about the boy?”

Jack tensed. “It wasn’t you. I know it wasn’t. You wouldn’t do that.”

Ianto’s silvery eyes sparkled and a smile spread across his face. “But I did. I fucked him, sunk my teeth into his neck and drank him dry.” He laughed. “He was delicious.”