Disclaimer: I own nothing. Torchwood is the property of the BBC and Russell t Davies and all the rest.
Warnings: SPOILERS for up to End of Days, Adult themes and some non explicit sexual suggestions. Language. Slash. MM. You have been warned
"If you're interested Sir, I've still got that stopwatch."
"So?"
"Well... think about it. Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch."
"Oh yea, I can think of a few..."
He wasn't quite sure when it went from the casual fuck to something more. He guessed that maybe it was then, when Ianto finally took things into his own hands; when he realised how much he needed that other pair of arms to hold him together at night. After Suzie, when Ianto took him. And it was all sweat slicked bodies and feral groans. All teeth and nails and brutal thrusts when all masks fell away and it was just the pain and the pleasure and the passion. And after, when he relinquished the strangle hold he held on his emotions and wept, Ianto held him quietly and was just so solidly there. Ianto - who knew more than anyone, who knew what he was, who knew what he'd done - was still there. Ianto who, even if he couldn't make it go away forever, at least took the pain away for a little while and reminded him what there was to hold on to.
And even when Jack freaked and ran away 'cause they were getting too close and it terrified him, and when they lost John and Jack couldn't save him because how could he force him to stay when he'd lost everything that he loved, and after the real Captain Jack Harkness, and after the Doctor came and he left with him, and after John fucking Hart, and after Grey and when Tosh and Owen died and it was his fault because he never should have let Grey go, Ianto was always there, never too tired, always calm and quiet and looking great in that suit but even better out of it. . Ianto who knew when to take control and when to relinquish it to Jack, who relished him in his role as their leader, who was beautiful and exciting and steady and so completely human. Ianto Jones who never even realised that he was worth it.
Ianto who could have looked past all the flaws and loved him in spite of them, but who embraced them all and loved him because of them, because it proved he was real, because it made him human.
Ianto, who could make head feel like an hour long orgasm, who had slowly screwed him to a weeping state, who had heard him beg, who would loved him - and who he would love - at the end of the universe; to the day when Jack would eventually - finally - die.
A/N: Ugh. Sorry it's so sappy, I'm not usually like this I promise. It wasn't going to be but... whatever the mood hits. Oh and i will eventually post the smut piece that triggered this, reviews are always a great incentive payment... I take suggestions and prompts if you want something special, put it in your review but no flames thanks. Oh and join the REVIEW REVOLUTION! Visit my profile for details.
