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branwen_blaidd) wrote2009-05-22 04:08 pm
Fic- Forever Part Ten
Title: Forever
By Branwen Blaidd & Oncoming
Part Ten 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!
The boy’s mouth fell open, struck incapable of words.
“I wasn’t expected to find the jewel of the night right here at the entrance,” whispered Ianto.
He purposefully grazed his fingers over the boy’s tightly clad backside on the word ‘entrance’, eliciting a moan from him. Once more, Ianto caught his mouth in a fierce kiss, invading him with his tongue, and the boy fell into him.
Almost regretting how easy it had been, but savouring the fact he would feed so very soon, Ianto pulled the boy by the hand and led him to a dark, quiet alley, a place Jack had introduced him to once.
But he didn’t want old man anymore. He wanted this young, primed flesh. He hardened in his jeans. By the time he was done with this weak little twink, his blood would be pumping.
He pressed the young man firmly against the wall, but not too violently. He could have a little fun first.
The boy was breathless, his cheeks flushed. “Are you going to fuck me?” he asked Ianto.
“Want me to? Suits me. I was brought up not to play with my food,” said Ianto, raising an eyebrow.
The boy laughed nervously. “Oh I see. Not a fan of foreplay.” He forced himself to stand steady. Be strong. “Well that’s good, ‘cause if you don’t fuck me soon I’m gonna cream my jeans.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. So young. He grabbed the boy’s shoulders and spun him around.
“I’m gonna fuck you all right.”
The boy gave a strangled whimper and rolled his hips as Ianto pressed himself against him.
“Do you have a condom?” asked the boy, uncertainly.
Ianto straightened. The boy held his breath.
“Of course,” said Ianto politely, pulling one from his pocket.
The boy relaxed. He felt Ianto’s hands undoing his belt and then a large hard on his cock. He cried out.
“Hush,” warned Ianto, still grinding into his prey. Then he pushed the condom back into his pocket with a sneer.
“So you don’t want foreplay,” rasped Ianto. “How do you feel about love bites?”
“Love ‘em,” answered the boy, panting hard. Ianto was stroking him. He was trying to hold on.
“Don’t come yet, little boy,” growled Ianto. “Unless you want daddy to spank.”
But the boy couldn’t answer. His jeans and snug briefs were torn down, his legs parted. A barely lubed finger invaded him. And then there was dizzying pain as Ianto’s bare cock pushed into him.
He cried out again. Ianto merely grunted and began to fuck him.
“No foreplay,” he hissed as an explanation, and trapped the boy’s hands against the wall. But it wasn’t all painful. It gave way to pleasure and the boy whimpered ‘yes, yes’ over and over. Ianto’s hot mouth found the boy’s neck and began to attack it with his tongue, leaving trails of saliva all over.
The boy bucked. He obviously did enjoy love bites. Ianto pumped his leaking cock properly now, and began to suck his flesh. The boy let out rapid pleasured groans and Ianto knew it was time.
The boy’s eyes snapped open as he shot his copious load all over the wall and Ianto’s hand whilst two sharp teeth sank into his neck. He heard a roar, felt his own scream. Hot wetness shot inside him, and then it all went dark.
“Condom,” he murmured into the darkness, and then spoke no more.
* * *
“I’ll risk anything,” said Jack. “Everything. He can’t stay like this. He can’t. He’s not him. Please.”
“You might have to risk everything for him. Can you do that? Your very self.”
“I can. I’ll risk anything for him.”
“Your life?”
Jack blinked. “The treatment could kill me?” It was impossible. Really.
She smiled. “Yes. Or it could kill him. You could lose everything, Jack.”
“But…if he survives, he’ll be himself again?”
“If you remember what I’ve told you.”
“What was that?”
She smiled. “If you cannot remember, I cannot tell you.”
Jack crossed his arms. “Oh, that’s a damn lot of help, isn’t it?” he groused.
The girl made a motion with her hand and a tall figure, his features hidden by a long black cloak with a hood, stepped out from behind a curtain. A long, white hand appeared from beneath the cloak, holding a glass bottle filled with a dark red liquid.
The girl took the bottle from the figure and handed it to Jack. Jack shivered as he watched the figure withdraw back behind the curtain.
“What do I do with this?” Jack asked.
“You must drink it.”
“I must drink it?”
“You must drink it all and then offer yourself to him to feed on. But the liquid will make your blood taste bitter. So you must make him desperate.”
Jack swallowed. “Desperate?”
“He must not feed for forty eight hours. You must prevent him. You must keep him safe, locked away until it is time. Drink the potion half an hour before you let him feed. And you must put your life in his hands and let him feed until he has had enough. The more the better. Only you can save him.”
Jack stood, clutching the bottle tightly in white fingers. “I’ll save him.”
“Remember what I told you,” she said as Jack hurried out.
* * *
Minutes later, Ianto was licking his lips, enjoying those last drops of blood. He licked his fingers. Boy juice. What a messy thing he was.
He stepped away, looking himself over. He’d successfully managed to keep himself entirely clean. But he relived the scene in his head and thrill of it sent a pulse through him. He wanted more. His whole body wanted more.
He strolled out of the alley and turned the corner. Street lamps momentarily blinded him as he made his way back into the main street.
He walked off his dinner for around twenty minutes before he decided it was time for desert. There were so many sexy women. But it would be tricky to get one on her own. He wet his lips as a crowd of five or six girls cat-called to him.
“Are you lost, sweetheart?” asked one of them, her ill-fitting boob tube jiggling as she laughed. Ianto smiled back, but his eyes were cold. The girl stopped laughing and her smile faded. Her girlfriends continued to giggle. But his steely stare unnerved her.
Ianto didn’t even blink. He walked away. Stupid slapper.
Everywhere there was the din of music from the pubs and clubs; the chatter of drunken youths waiting excitedly in queues; the distant sound of police cars, sirens getting louder and louder.
It was too much and Ianto slunk into the shadows. He was angry. He wanted afters.
“Now,” he growled.
He turned. A girl. Crying on her mobile phone.
“I didn’t think he’d speak to me like that,” she was saying, her breath hitching. Her mascara was running. “Yeah I know. But he’s not usually like that.” She saw Ianto and froze.
He instinctively put his hands up to signal he didn’t mean any harm and backed away. He heard her continue her conversation.
He was about to turn back into the street when he caught himself. What was he doing? Silly fucking bitch deserves it, a voice inside him said. On her own in a dark alley? Might as well go for a walk on the M4.
He turned back in as she was hanging up and putting her phone away. She saw him and froze again.
“You okay?” he asked. “You should get out of here, you know. It’s dangerous.”
She sniffed, wide eyed, and began to walk towards him. “My…my friends are just there,” she lied. She went to walk past him and he caught her elbow, throwing her back into the alley way with such force she hurtled through the air several feet and hit her head on a dust bin. She cried softly, dazed.
Ianto smirked and strolled towards her. “Very dangerous. Tut tut. Naughty girl.” He crouched down beside her and brushed her hair off her shoulders. It revealed her luxurious neck. Ianto felt himself pulse with excitement. Everywhere.
“Ianto!” called a familiar voice. He spun around. It was Gwen. She was pointing her gun at him. “Step away from her. Now.”
She was in action girl mode again. Ianto smiled sweetly. “Fuck off, Gwen.”
“I’ll shoot. I know you’re not him,” she said.
Ianto raised his eyebrows. “Of course I am. I’ve not been possessed by an alien you know,” he said pleasantly. “What’s the matter? Did I make your coffee too strong this morning? You seem…over stimulated.”
“Stimulate this!” hissed Gwen.
Her gun fired and Ianto yelled out in surprise leaping backwards. He was even more surprised to find he’d fallen back into strong arms. It wasn’t the girl. He tried to turn around to face him. He knew who it was. Jack Fucking Harkness. But he felt something alien in his back.
He jerked forwards, but as he did his face was met with a thick scented cloth. He thrashed about and stepped back again but felt that thing at his back. He was powerless. And gradually, eventually the world ebbed away and all went black.
“Following the Risen Mitten, Life Knife and Stun Gun, we have Cosmic Chloroform,” said Jack as Gwen caught Ianto. “Mixes Chloroform with an alien gas… and just a dash of nutmeg.”
But they weren’t smiling. Jack placed the handkerchief in his pocket. His other hand sported some kind of wooden stick. It seemed especially made.
“No jokes about fighting evil with wood,” warned Gwen. “Now help me, Jack!”
Jack stared at the unconscious man in front of him. How could this be Ianto? Then he heard a murmur. The girl. Gwen looked at him.
“Radio Andy once we’re in the car,” barked Jack. “They’ll take care of her. Let’s get him in the SUV.”
They carried him around the corner where the SUV had come to an abrupt halt just minutes before, and bundled him in to the back seat.
“Drive,” ordered Jack, sidling up beside Ianto and supporting him. Gwen didn’t argue.
The SUV screeched to a halt outside the invisible lift, the quickest way in, and Gwen left Jack to help Ianto as she parked the SUV.
He threw him over his shoulder, the dead weight thoroughly taxing and eventually got Ianto into a cell. He collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. Gwen joined him just seconds later.
“Leave him there,” she said firmly.
“I can’t,” said Jack, pained.
“Jack! You don’t know when he’ll wake up. If what you say is true, if he really is a…vampire, then fuck knows how strong he is. He could kill you. It’s not Ianto anymore.”
“I can’t,” cried Jack again, distressed. “Gwen…”
But he couldn’t say anymore. She took a deep breath, and using all her strength, she grabbed Jack’s hand and tried to pull him out of the cell.
“Jack!” she screamed. “Out now!” It became easier for her to move him and she realised a small part of him knew she was doing the right thing. They got on the other side of the door and she locked it instantly. Jack fell to his knees, shuddering with tears.
She put her arms around him and held him, this time making no move to go anywhere. And there they stayed for some time, their friend and colleague unconscious on the floor just two metres away.
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Can't wait for more! :D
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I hope this works.....but since we're only on 10 of 31....we have a LONG way to go!!!
Just loving this!
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wow... just, wow.
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You will be pleased!
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xxx