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An Empty Soul
Waistcoat off, tie lost somewhere around Fe and Ff, Ianto picked up the last item out of the box before watching the ancient cardboard slid off his lap onto the floor. Starring down at it he wondered if he should spare the energy to pick it back up. It was past 2 am and he was past exhausted. His belt dug into his waist painfully. A moment was all that was needed to remove that discomfort and to let it join the box on the floor.
After having to deal with re-cleaning and re-organizing the archives after the newest member decided that she needed to poke around and “check it out” he was ready to collapse. Gwen had undone six hours of work in a matter of one. Then Captain 'I'm bloody terrific with this perfect smile' had jokingly warned her that Ianto gets even by serving instant decaf.
He bloody well wanted to shoot her! Even Owen didn’t muck up the archives this much when he was pissed off. He hadn’t slept in three days. Lisa was in constant agony form the metal weighing down on her delicate bones and muscles. He had to keep her sedated almost all the time now. And he still had six more boxes he needed to get through before he could head home. If he didn’t the others would suspect something. He spent hours down here and the Captain would assume he was working instead of caring for Lisa. If they suspected then she would be killed. With him following shortly by the Captain’s gun.
He was always so afraid when the Captain was around. He was shit at lying. The Captain had to be daft for how many times he had caught him unexpected and planning. But the man would only smile, turn and walk away, maybe wink. Turning red with fear he would hurry down to the archives to hide for the day. No one followed him down here except once. Suzie came down, looked around the room he was working on for a moment, asked him what demons he held, then didn't stay for the answer.
Lights danced in front of his eyes for a moment and he stopped before tripping on the box he dropped earlier. Shaking his head he picked it up and glance around for his belt. Some how it had ran away with the spoon into the wild.
Sometimes he would find himself watching the Captain wondering if the man somehow knew and was just waiting for the chance to pounce. The Captain would always looked up like he knew all along that Ianto had been watching. Then he would walk over, asking for a cup of coffee, a file or some other trivial thing all the while standing half a breath away. Giving the moment to confess and be granted a quick death.
He almost welcomed being caught, would have wished for it if only it was his life. But Lisa deserved better. She deserved a chance to paint her toe nails, complain that he hogged all the covers at night, to put her cold feet against his leg, to take a deep breath and make a face when she smelt her gym socks that had fallen behind the sofa.
The object in his hand glowed a soft blue and highlighted his belt, kicked over by his waist coat and tie. Guess the Dish got jealous and stole the Spoon back. Turning to the computer he typed in the hand written note, item number, new reference number and it’s new location. Someone in the last 60’s thought it was a type of ever lasting light. He smiled sadly. It was an energy cell for a disruptor, one that could be converted easily into a grenade... if needed. He kept the description fake. As far as the Captain knew he barely did more then make coffee at Torchwood London. If he found two more parts he could have a working sonic disruptor.
Placing it on the shelf Ianto noticed a few minutes passed before he was able to walk back to the boxes. Lights kept flashing in and out for him, playing with his sight. The shock of it was the only thing keeping him on his feet. He needed caffeine bad. The lights retreated to the edges of his vision.
Surly the others were gone. Jack would be asleep in the bunk under his office. No, the Captain, just the Captain, not Jack. Never Jack because Jack was a person and Ianto hated himself when he though of the betrayal he was doing to this person. Even for Lisa. So he was just the Captain. Nothing more.
Moving up the stair he smiled a bit at thinking that he could make a pot and then take the whole thing down there with him. He had another suit in his room here. He could finish the boxes, go there to sleep, be showered and ready before anyone else arrived. Perfect. As he moved off the first set of stairs towards to second that would bring him up to the hub he felt himself tip backwards and for a moment vertigo claiming all senses. Grabbing forward he stumbled and touched the railing. The metal just beyond his fingers. A moment and he surged forward onto the safe landing, yanked by his need to survive. He glanced back at what could have been a very painful fall or worse yet the silent stairs going down beckoned to him to come away. He could curl up right here and fall into oblivion. He could hear promises of safety form his old dreams.
He couldn't sleep. Every time he laid his head down he missed Lisa. He missed working beside her everyday. He missed camping, eating, arguing, relaxing, sex, angry shouting and arguing sex. He hated the fact that he could lay down on a bed while she couldn’t even breathe on her own and it was ALL HIS FAULT! Growling at the fake promises he set them flying away. They should have been out of the tower before noon. They should have taken the day off, to house hunt or make plans for their wedding.
A silent sob broke though his lips. Their wedding was never going to be in the church her mum and dad had picked out. They had been so happy when Lisa told them he had proposed. One knee, roses and all, dinner and dancing afterwards. Since the battle he hadn't spoken a word to them. He couldn't face them knowing he killed their little girl. They somehow got his new number and he had to block them, Lisa's brother, Rin everyone who might stop him. Might cripple him even more with their anger and resentment.
Shaking the thoughts back into their box and slamming the lid closed as he opened the door to the main hub. He couldn't let it spill out. Not here, not where others could see, could hear him and wonder.
The computers slept and even Myfanwy was silent in her nest. As he quietly turned the coffee machine on and reached for a cup he noticed the Captain's light on. The Captain would have already realized he was here so there was no chance slipping away. The best course of action was to pretend he lost track of time. Slip out and then back in through on of the tunnels he had found unmonitored during his explorations.
Deciding a bit of pity was to be placed at the proud Captain he took down another mug. While the others slept Jack was probably going over the budgets and reports that used to be Suzie’s responsibility. Once he had the blue striped mug filled and his mask in place he made his way up the stairs to the half open door, glad that the lights had stopped dancing.
Jack let his fist slowly stroke his swollen member. He loved times when he didn’t have to rush. When the day was as hard as it was sometimes you just had to give in and take care of yourself. Sometimes there was no one better to do it. Well maybe one other person but that was a hell of a ways off. His head lolled back, as he reclined in his leather chair. He didn't bothered to do more then open his shirt and trousers. His free hand came back up and tweaked his left nipple before ghosting over his abs.
Wetting his lips he kept his eyes close and pictured a less skilled hand pleasuring him. One that would fumble with his flesh repeating what he was shown on his own. Jack felt his hips try to follow his hand and unconsciously speed the game up. But he controlled himself. Long quiet nights are rare.
Maybe Ianto would try out what felt good on himself. Maybe what some girlfriend did to him that he might think Jack would like. Maybe she liked to tongue him. Maybe she liked the way he squirmed when he was bit. He could almost smell coffee. “Oh God.” And that welsh accent wasn’t in his mind!
Jack’s eyes sprang open as his head snapped up to see Ianto turning away at the entrance, one hand still posed to knock while the other held his coffee mug. Jack smirked and leapt out of his chair without bothering to do anything up or put anything away. Maybe he did do something right in a past life.
“Sorry though you were doing reports.” As Ianto spun too quickly steaming hot coffee sloshed onto his hand and leg. Catching up with him, Jack grabbed one of Ianto’s wrist to still him and his trousers leg that was soaking trough with coffee, lifting it away form his skin. He didn’t bother trying to save the mug as he molded against his shy tease. If it broke he would get a new one. Couldn't find a new Ianto at any local stores though.
“Are you okay, Yan?” Trying out the shorter nick-name as he voiced his concern, Jack found he liked it. Like honey and kisses on his tongue.
“Um fine sir. Sorry to um, interrupt. I’ll just …” Ianto was reeling. He really hoped that Jack had a few in him so that he would forget this in the morning and not fire Ianto and retcon him on the spot. What would happen to Lisa if he forgot about her? She would probably starve to death down there and none of them would know until she began to stink. Taking a deep breath in he tried to calm down. It would do him no good getting all hysterical.
“Stay.” Jack knew the coffee would be cooled by now and released the dark fabric. It easily clung to Ianto’s leg.
“Pardon?” Maybe he could. Just for a little bit. Just to keep the Captain form suspecting something.
Moving that arm around the Welshman’s waist he pressed his member into Ianto's cloth covered ass his stiffness increase. “I said stay Ianto.” The hand holding the wrist let go and trailed up Ianto arm to his face. Gently he tilted the younger man’s face back and to the side until he could kiss him properly. When lips met lips there was no movement form the younger man until Jack slid his tongue inside. Ianto melted with a soft sound of pleasure. The younger man tasted like morning coffee and mint even at three am.
Gently he trailed his hand down to rub over Ianto crotch, happy to feel the member hardening under his fingers. Ianto pulled his mouth away form Jacks. “No, stop.” Growling softly Jack rubber more firmly, feeling Ianto’s knees buckle and sank them both to the floor.
“You don’t want me too.” Part of him didn’t. It felt so good what Jack’s hand was doing. So much had been pain and fear since the battle, fear of dying, of Lisa being left alone. Part of him wanted the Captain to stop but part of him wanted Jack to be quick and finish up before he fell asleep in the middle of it. They were both panting as Jack started kissing Ianto’s jaw line between his words. “Want to hear more of your voice. Want to hear you shout, scream, love your accent. Especially when your tired and it gets thick like this.” He squeezed Ianto though the fabric one more time before undoing the top button and moving the zipper down.
“If you want accents I’m sure Miss Cooper would be happy…” Jack nipped his throat in warning. He hadn’t meant for them to sound so childish but he had begged, stalked and lap danced to get his job while all she had to do was bat her pretty little eyes and was now in the workstation right by the Captain's office and probably moving into second in command within a week.
Smiling Jack ignored Ianto’s words. Ianto was pissed at her for the archives and Jack knew Ianto’s crush would view Gwen as a threat to the attention Jack gave him. In truth Ianto had nothing to fear. Gwen was infatuated with Hero-Jack. He didn’t want someone to idolize him. He wanted someone who had lost those rose tinted glasses and saw the world how it was. You were beat down and you had to come back up kicking.
After all Ianto had been through in his short life he still found some reason to want to help defend earth. He still saw something worthy of saving on this little blue planet and it's 'stupid apes'. Jack closed his eyes and slammed the lid over memories spurting up of reading the names of those dead: Micky, Rose, Jackie, Lisa Ianto’s lover and almost wife. Instead he focused on driving the demons from both their minds and bodies. “Want to see you cum while you’re still wearing your perfectly pressed suit.” Gently he pulled Ianto out of his boxers and continued stroking him, mimicking the slow pace he had set for himself earlier while flexing his own hips. Gently he slid his own dick against the firm ass that begged to be parted and penetrated. “Don’t worry about tomorrow told Gwen she could come in and cover some of your work if she thought your job was so easy that days of work could be undone without consequences.” Another nip. “Can't let the new girl get away with everything now can we?”
“No!” But Ianto’s hands were now braced on Jack’s thighs holding himself in place instead of trying to escape. His knuckles were turning white form the strain.
Jack frowned and pouted at Ianto’s automatic response to someone else organizing his archives. Jack wasn’t an idiot. “I know you wouldn’t want her in your archives. She gets the joy of cleaning the SUV, the hub, the offices also while taking care of food for the next week.” Jack mouthed Ianto’s pink ear. No one should go down there without Ianto until the younger man had it all sorted. It was too easy to undo work. A misplaced artifact could lead to something being noted twice or worse overlooked. Even Owen knew how much hard work went into it and only ventured down there once to grab something but didn’t even think about trying to put it back without Ianto right there. Owen was many things but would not risk decaf or instant. “So you can have a whole week of playing in your domains except to make a few pots of your coffee for us.”
As Ianto’s hips started to push back onto Jack he released Ianto’s waist and fumbled his hand to the bottom draw of his desk. He needed lube to ease his way into Ianto. He wanted the first time to be spectacular so Ianto would always comeback for more. A quick one handed search though the drawer found the tube. With it set near his own leg, he released Ianto’s dick and took hold of his trousers. It was almost obscenely easy to slide them down Ianto’s hips to grant him access.
His mouth sought Ianto’s again and he felt the moan the other man was trying to suppress. His young beauty was exhausted and he would make it better. After this Ianto would be relaxed enough to sleep dreamlessly. He wondered idly why he ever tried to fight having Ianto here. He wouldn’t have survived the past year without him and now all the half flirts and hidden glances Ianto sent him were being answered fully.
How many times had he noticed Ianto daydreaming when he was too tired to stop himself. Ianto would get a faraway look in his eyes and Jack would pray that it was him who filled the fantasies. Okay, maybe Tosh, they would look hot together, probably ask Jack to join if he looked cutely and begged oh so nicely. Perhaps Owen, fantastic angry pushy sex. Suzie would have ground against him until they both came. And Gwen, Ianto driving her to ecstasy with his mouth alone.
There were also all the times when he would notice Ianto watching him form the corner of his eye. They would both go about their business until Jack couldn’t take it anymore and would have to walk up to Ianto and see if the younger man wanted to stop fooling around and just jump into bed. Ianto would always shyly make a hasty retreat and hide for the rest of the day leaving Jack to sulk with a hard on and Owen to tease him about scarring the child. But now Ianto wasn’t running.
When his slicked finger gently slid down to Ianto’s entrance and pushed in gently Ianto sprang back to life. “No!” Ianto threw himself off of Jack but was limited by his trousers halfway down his thigh and Jack’s fast hands. Ianto was now facing him trying to push Jack’s hand off his leg with the strength of a newborn kitten.
“Shhh. It’s okay Ianto. I’m not going to hurt you.” He kept his voice low and soft. It was probably Ianto’s fist time with a man. He was always so skittish about his own flirting that Jack should have made sure Ianto was distracted better for the initial few moments until the pleasure took over. Some of the things that he was liable to have heard about sex that way were probably warnings about the first pain and by people who had less then experienced lovers.
Ianto looked so small, so hot to Jack. Face still flushed, hair messy form where Jack’s hand’s had roamed. Trying to move away from his new lover yet still hard, still leaking and begging to be tasted. Jack smiled before darting his head down and giving the tip a good strong suck. Ianto moaned shamelessly at this act. His hands, a moment before trying to push Jack’s off, suddenly gripped them for dear life.
Relaxing his throat Jack took him to root. He was rewarded with Ianto falling completely back and moaning again. “Please, please.’ The words were breathless and Jack used the distraction push the trousers down further until Ianto kicked them off and then to breech his fingers into Ianto again. Happy he noted that Ianto didn’t try to run this time. He pulled his mouth off and used his free hand to grip the base of Ianto’s dick. His own throbbed for being ignored for so long but he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check. He needed to keep Ianto on edge or he might not give Jack time to prepare him. Adding a second finger he would normally seek out his partner’s prostate but knew one brush and Ianto would be finished and probably asleep. The dark circles under his eyes were a testament to Jack that whatever Gwen had undone Ianto had already put right.
Jack moved in another finger and contemplated adding a forth. Ianto was relaxing so much that he could probably fit a fist into him eventually. The moans were temping him to. Ianto’s body was made for pleasure twitching as nerves were firing up. On other worlds he would have be sought by many as a mate. Ianto was starting to squirm harder ageist his hands wanting more. “Shh, love I’ve got you.” But here he was on earth and Jack wasn’t going to let an opportunely pass him by.
Quickly he slicked himself and gently nudged Ianto onto his side. Raising Ianto's leg so it rested over his own he guided himself inside the tight heat. Jack felt his own head roll back against the carpet. The tightness and pants told Jack Ianto had never been touched so deeply, penetrated so thoroughly. He moved an arm under Ianto's head to protect it from the rough carpet.
Once he was settled he gave Ianto a moment before pulling out to the head and then sliding back in, avoiding Ianto’s prostate again. Using his other hand he held Ianto's hip still and set a leisurely pace that would finish exhausting Ianto into slumber as soon as he came. Noting as well he would tire himself nicely out too. Keeping pace he leaned over and captured Ianto’s parted lips, stealing his moans and air away. Kissing Ianto was like the gasp of breath after the shot took his life. The adrenalin after the punch that shook his core. Slow was painful but on so ...
Ianto whimpered into his mouth cutting off his thoughts He was needing Jack to focus. No matter how much Jack wanted to pay Ianto back for months of enjoyable frustration his beauty was exhausted. Jack changed his angle and thrusted harshly, hitting Ianto’s prostate dead on. A few sharp cried later caught by Jack's lip, Ianto was cumming on their stomachs with Jack following inside.
He slumped against Ianto for a moment before sliding out. He wanted to curl up with his new lover but knew of he did they would both sleep till morning.. While he had slept n the floor before to e woken by whoever was in first, Ianto would be mortified about the others seeing him naked. Jack couldn't figure out why except that he was a little too thin. Should definitely be eating more. Maybe he should talk to Owen about Ianto in the morning.
With strength he didn’t figure he couldn't have found even if a Cyberman or Dalek decided to set up base camp in his Hub, Jack lifted his now sleeping lover up, unable to move him to his own bed due to the latter Jack carried him down through the hub to the small over night room that belonged to Ianto. Inside he laid his Welshman on the twin bed before fitting himself on it as well. He really needed to get a new bed for Ianto. Especially if the Welshman was going to keep up the current work schedule he put himself on.
Smiling Jack knew that Ianto spent a lot of time in the archives trying to prove himself to the team. He didn’t need to. Tosh had estimated it would take a team of five archivists seventeen years to sort it all out. After a week of watching Ianto work she change it to a team of five with twenty yeas or a team of Ianto in probably six years.
Drifting off he knew Tosh or Owen would come and find him when they got in and probably not wake him. He allowed the world to darken and blink out.
Sleep felt so good.
After Episode Cyberwoman….
Jack sat in his office. Fingers just grasping the glass as he starred into space. Everyone was sent home except the one who started it all. Ianto was sound asleep in medical, drugged into restful and hopefully nightmare free oblivion. Jack would follow Owen's orders and recommendations. He would wait.
Closing his eyes he tried to block out memories that made him hard.
'No, stop!'
All thoughts of warm bodies fled him.
Two words.
Two words that had been said and he ignored them!
Taking another gulp, Jack let the fire burn down his throat as he ignore the itch of tears falling. Every time he thought he could just place his head on the desk and pass out Ianto was floating face down in the water, bawling out his despair by the bodies of lives cut short .
Ianto knew these women. Spoke to them almost every day. Lisa his love and Annie...
memory forced a bitter grin to his face marring his tears. She had a bit of a crush on Ianto. Complained whenever Owen went to pay her.
Anther shot followed the last and the bottle dropped to the desk empty, his gun less then a foot away.
Could avoid a hangover in the morning.
'Go to your room! I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I'm very, very cross!' He would be cross. Jack giggle at the northern phantom.
'Are you my mummy?'
A cheerful voice shot him forward to frantically scan the room. The gas mask didn't blink once.
'Mummy?'
Breath.
'Monster!'
Breath in.
'No.'
Breath out.
'Stop.'
Scream!
The crystal tumbler sailed through the pane of his glass wall shattering off the banister. Shards laughing like fairies as they danced on the floor.