Fic- Forever Part Nineteen

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Forever

By Branwen Blaidd & Oncoming Scone

Part Nineteen 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!

 

Nine o’clock in the morning. Working day. Cold sound in the air. Even after all of this, the empty desks belonging to Tosh and Owen still made Ianto ache. He picked up a bin liner and began to clean up. There wasn’t much to do; not without Owen’s trail of coffee cups, plastic wrapping and old pizza boxes. But this was how Ianto liked to start the day. Making everything clean and tidy.

Jack stood in the hot house and watched him through the dark window. Gwen stood by his side, looking between him and Ianto.

“This is the second time he’s endangered all of us because of his love for someone,” said Gwen. “He was just like this after Lisa. But you’re not going to suspend him this time, are you?”

Jack ground his teeth. “I need him here.”

“Jack…”

“I don’t want to hear it!”

“He’ll remember, Jack. Sooner or later he’ll remember everything. And he won’t thank you for keeping it from him.”

Jack spun around and glared at her. “What can I do, Gwen? It wasn’t him! How do I tell him? You don’t even know…”

“Know what?” she asked sharply.

Jack swallowed and studied her. Her lips were thin, her eyes narrowed.

“I’m not stupid,” she hissed. If she weren’t afraid of Ianto overhearing, she would be shouting. “I saw what he was capable of.”

“But it wasn’t him!”

“You keep saying that. But it was, Jack. It was him. A part of him. The worst of him. And that’s what he’ll remember.”

Jack closed his eyes and felt his body swaying. He felt so weak, inside and out. It claimed him, made him feel it every second. A warm hand closed on his shoulder.

“Tell him,” said Gwen softly. “And then we can help him.”

Jack shook his head. “My Ianto wouldn’t have done those things. Never. He did it for me; to be with me. Because he loves me. He didn’t know what he was bargaining with. They took his conscience, his soul, his love. It wasn’t him. It was a monster in his image.”

Gwen stroked his arm. “But still, you were all he could think about.”

Jack didn’t say anything, just put his head in his hands. His shoulders shook. Gwen put her arms around him. She held him and gazed down at Ianto busying himself.

“Jack,” she whispered. “People do terrible things. People with consciences; people with souls; people who haven’t made a deal with the devil; people who are drunk and people who are sober. A man hits his wife and says he does it because he loves her, or he was driven mad with passion or jealousy. And maybe that’s true. But the damage is still done.”

Jack’s breath hitched. Ianto was still making his way around the hub, tidying; putting everything back where it should be.

“If you get drunk and then choose to drive home,” continued Gwen, “you may have never intended to run someone over and kill them. But it’s still your fault. If he’s going to recover, he needs to know what he did.”

Jack winced. Why did she have to be right? Why couldn’t he just keep Ianto safe? Why couldn’t they just ignore the whole thing and get back to the way things used to be? Jack wanted his innocent boy back.

“Give him the chance to learn, Jack. To grow. To atone. You don’t have the right to keep that from him. Would you be the man you are now if the Doctor hadn’t made you face the truth?”

He turned and looked at her. Her eyes met his; big, sad and uncertain. He cupped her chin gently with one large hand.

“Gwen Cooper,” he croaked.

“Gwen Cooper-Williams,” she said with a grin.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Yeah, all right.” He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

“You make me better,” he whispered.

“I try,” she sighed. “You’re quite the handful, though.”

Jack chuckled softly. “Don’t push your luck, missy.” He turned towards the door.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To talk to Ianto,” he replied, exiting the hot house with strength in his stride.

* * *

The archives. Another comfort zone. Ianto gazed at the stack of filing and tried to decide if he dreaded it, or if it would provide him with a little mindless relief. Or would it be too boring? He wanted his mind occupied. He didn’t want any more memories.

“Fascinating cabinet?” came Jack’s voice.

Ianto looked up, his brow wrinkling in confusion. “What?”

“You were gazing at the cabinet,” explained Jack.

“Oh.” Ianto shuffled the papers in his hands and frowned at his feet.

Jack smiled. “Join me for coffee when you’re ready?”

Ianto looked up and raised his eyebrow. “Actual coffee? Or is that Jack-speak for sex?”

“Ianto Jones!” scolded Jack. “Bad boy.” His eyes twinkled.

Ianto smirked. “I aim to please, sir.”

Jack’s eyebrow shot up and he smirked back. “Sadly, it’s real coffee…on this occasion anyway.”

Ianto’s smile faded. He had hoped for a proper distraction. But reality was against him. As usual.  “I’ll just get this done.”

“Good boy,” said Jack, grinning again. He turned to leave.

“Make your mind up, Jack,” muttered Ianto.

Jack shot him a mock stern look and was gone.

The sound of ‘real coffee’ didn’t sit well with Ianto. It sounded serious. Perhaps Jack had more to tell him. The only thing was, Ianto wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

* * *

Two hours later, Ianto was still just getting this done. Jack paced in his office, waiting. Gwen was on the phone to the police station, trying to placate the sergeant who didn’t understand how a thief, upon being pursued by two coppers in the bay, had suddenly disappeared into thin air with nothing but an instant flash of light to suggest anything mysterious.

She tried not to think about Flat Holm and continued to try to persuade the sergeant to leave the matter with Torchwood. But she was distracted by Jack’s voice barking across the hub.

“Ianto!”

It made both Gwen and Ianto jump. She glared at Jack who ignored her.

“My office now. Or you’re going on report.”

Ianto rolled his eyes and reluctantly abandoned his filing. His mundane tasks had worked wonders, keeping his mind peaceful. But now he was certain the serenity would come to an end. He trudged towards Jack’s office with a heavy head.

He entered the office and Jack scowled at him.

“Sorry, sir,” said Ianto, his eyes glinting with sarcasm.

“Where’s the coffee?” asked Jack.

“You tell me,” said Ianto. He was surprised, but he actually felt quite defensive. Angry, even. He didn’t want to have this conversation. He didn’t want to make Jack coffee. He wanted distraction. He wanted something else. He shoved his hands in his pockets and dared Jack, eyes smoky.

Jack gazed at him. It was Ianto. His gorgeous Ianto. His beautiful boy. Suddenly, he didn’t want to talk.

“Come here,” he said softly.

“No,” said Ianto, with a slight pout.

Jack smirked. ‘Coffee’ was turning into sex after all. There was one flashing light in his brain telling him this was bad; this was not the plan. But he banished it instantly. He steadily walked around his office, pulling the blinds closed, and finally passing by Ianto to ensure the door was closed properly. His eyes barely left Ianto’s.

Ianto remained as still and relaxed as he could, but his whole body was tingling. This was much better. Anything but thinking. No thinking at all. Thinking just wouldn’t do.

Jack stepped into him. One large hand gently brushed Ianto’s thigh, moving up and down. Their lips were almost touching. Then he spoke so sweetly, so softly, that Ianto thought he would melt there and then.

“Isn’t it a little early in the day for such abject disobedience?” he breathed.

“Apparently I have a backlog, sir,” answered Ianto, before Jack leaned forwards and kissed him.

The moment their lips met, the intensity of their emotions and craving for each other hit them. Both tried to hold back but it was impossible.

Jack pressed close to Ianto, feeling them both flush. He edged back and opened his eyes to gaze at Ianto. Ianto’s eyes were heavy as he gazed lustfully back at Jack.

A cold memory flashed in Jack’s mind. “Ianto.” His voice was sore. “We need to talk…”

“No,” said Ianto firmly.

Jack blinked in surprise.

“No talking, Jack. No talking. No thinking.”

Ianto reached forwards and pressed his hands to Jack’s chest. He felt that strong immortal heart pound. Ianto trailed one hand down Jack’s body to his crotch. Jack gasped.

“Ianto,” said Jack again, trying not to press into his hand. “We…”

He was silenced with a kiss. Jack couldn’t hold back anymore. He pushed his tongue in for a proper, deep snog, and then his arms wrapped themselves around Ianto. Jack found his body rocking against Ianto’s, completely lost.

They staggered towards the desk, yanking off extraneous clothing and moaning into each other’s mouths.

Jack came up for air. “Oh god,” he panted, removing his shirt as Ianto undid his trousers. “You are going to be in so much trouble for this.”

“Promise?” rasped Ianto with a wink, ridding himself of his own shirt and helping Jack unfasten his belt.

“I think you’ll find,” said Jack, pushing his naked boy onto his back on the desk and leaning over him, “that it was a threat, young man.”

He plundered Ianto’s mouth, feeling him wriggle beneath him. Ianto clutched at him and pressed against Jack’s hardness, grinding their erections together. He groaned loudly.

“Just take me, Jack. Please,” he whispered. Jack leaned back and fumbled with preparations for a moment, his cock bobbing out of his trousers. Ianto loved that; his old fashioned boss sporting such indiscretion.

He grinned and looked at his own pile of impeccable clothes casually discarded. They were so good together. Or more accurately, so naughty. He relaxed on the desk, waiting for Jack, feeling looked after. For a moment, it occurred to him that this made a nice change. But a nice change from what?

Jack leaned back over Ianto. Lovingly, he brushed Ianto’s hair back from his forehead and planted a gentle kiss on his lips as he lined himself up. Then he snaked his arms around Ianto’s quivering body and sank into him.

* * *

Gwen noticed the blinds had been closed. She knew what that used to mean. But now it had changed. She wasn’t sure if she should stay. What if Ianto couldn’t take it?

It was about Torchwood. But it was also about Jack and Ianto. It was they who would be the most affected.

She made her decision and opted for an early lunch break.

Comments

[drunkendeadcat.livejournal.com]

superb

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

OH wow...so hot so much emotion...GAH Gwen is so right...reminded me of Giles on Buffy when he was giving Buffy the talk about sleeping with Angel and him turning bad and there was a line about how even when Angel had lost his soul, all he thought about was Buffy...GAH so well done this was!

[oncomingscone.livejournal.com]

What a curious coincidence.

[tiggerbrasilf.livejournal.com]

Gwen doesn't want to walk in on them again then? (:

[wykling.livejournal.com]

Oh fab update!
So much emotions but Ianto can't distract him forever *sighs*
Things would be so much easier if that was possible xD

[stargazer60.livejournal.com]

Brilliant update.

Gwen is right....too bad Jack won't listen to her...no wonder she's going to take matters into her own hands... Someone has to do something.....

That's what I'm thinking.....

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

wise choice Gwen... but Jack this does not solve anything, pleasurable as it may be...

great chapter

[lishel_fracrium.livejournal.com]

this is incredible! more please?