AN :Okay, here is the first chapter to the sequel of Ianto Jones Child of the Rift. I hope everyone likes it. I would like to thank Taamar who decided to stay on my little planet with me despite my crazy. She is such a blessing to me. I can't wait to hear what you all think about it so remember to review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.
Rating: MA
Warning: implied non-con, Slash, mentions of prostitution, and probably 20 other things that I am forgetting about.
Reading notes: This story is set primarily in Ianto's third life, but with numerous flashbacks to his second. For the sake of clarity, flashbacks will be in italics.
The planet with two suns. 4982 The Sea
Ianto felt safe within the white light. The light cradled him like a mother: healing him, strengthening him. He felt the energy flow though his veins until his skin seemed to vibrate. He could happily spend eternity wrapped in this embrace, but all good things must come to an end. The light began to recede from his vision, clearing to blue sky. Ianto had only a moment to realize that he was hovering over a deep blue sea before he plummeted into its choppy waters.
He tried not to panic as he attempted to keep his head above the water. He sucked in breath after breath, truly amazed that he could breathe, amazed that he was actually alive. He noticed immediately how much stronger he was as he began to swim against the waves. In the distance he could see an island overgrown with bright green vegetation, and he swam toward it.
Ianto wanted to cry with relief when he reached the shore. He finally took in the sky above him. There was the sun, low on the horizon and seemingly rising, but Ianto knew that it had been full daylight for quite some time. He turned his head to look behind him. High in the sky was another sun. Two suns. Not Earth. No Jack. Fuck.
"Well, Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," Ianto whispered to himself.
Earth 1852 Somewhere in America.
Ianto let out a little squeal and fell to his knees. The white light was gone and had been replaced with a dark night. The Welshman had to admit that it was a lot better than when he appeared after his first death, but his first death was a lot less painful than his second death, so he supposed it averaged out. He shook his head and tried not to think about it.
He got to his feet and looked up into the night sky and was relieved to see the familiar constellations. He was on Earth, no doubt about that. He wept with joy. God, after twenty years in space he didn't want to ever get on a spaceship again, or another alien planet, for that matter. Yep, Ianto Jones was going to make a point to keep his feet on the surface of Earth.
"You're the man," Ianto heard a familiar voice say. In French. Ianto looked back down and his eyes met a welcome familiar face: Adrian. He was naked, but so was Ianto. No need for modesty between them, anyway.
"Is that a saying already?" Ianto asked in French. He was going to have to teach the man English.
"Someone killed me." Adrian sobbed, dropping to his knees, "I died, I felt the air leave me. And then there was light. The light was surrounding me,"
Ianto fell into the role of a comforting friend and knelt in front of Adrian. "Yes, that happened, but you are safe now. Never again will you be forced to let anyone touch you."
"Is this heaven?"
"Nope, if I remember my conversation with you correctly this is Nevada, or will be Nevada. Oh, we're going to have to run from Native Americans, but don't worry, it'll be fun. I remember that." Ianto explained, getting up off the ground and pulling Adrian with him.
Adrian gave him a look of pure confusion. Ianto laughed, remembering how Iden's rambling had irritated him. And now he was doing it! He wondered if it was the effect of having far too many memories in one's brain; he could remember Jack doing the same thing. Jack. What year had he come back? What year was it now? Was Jack out in the world somewhere right now? Ianto pushed the thoughts aside for more practical matters.
"Okay, let's go find some clothes, and then we will sit down and I will explain the whole thing to you. Or, well, some of it. I can't tell you all of it, where's the adventure in that?"
Adrian gave a small smile but didn't speak.
Ianto looked around them and caught site of a glow in the distance, possibly a bonfire. "I think we may be able to get some clothing if we head that way. It won't be like going to a Dunelm Mill but it'll do." He grabbed Adrian's hand and they began to walk towards the glow.
Next thing Ianto knew they were running from the Native Americans. He couldn't think of a better way to start this life than running at the side of a man he knew he could trust. When they knew they were safe they fell to the ground laughing as they put on their stolen clothes.
Earth 1904 Cardiff
"Rift leader," Adrian smiled, opening the door to Ianto's brand new office. The Frenchman's English was fluent now, but his accent had remained, an odd amalgam of Welsh and American with the obvious influence of his mother tongue.
Ianto grinned, "No need to be formal, just, you know, understand that I'm in charge. And be reasonably polite when anyone else is looking."
Adrian gave Ianto a small salute, then set a bottle of scotch on the desk. "Yes, sir."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Sit down."
"Oh, making commands already, I see" Adrian said, sitting down.
"Yep" Ianto said popping the p.
"I don't think I could lead others." Adrian replied simply.
"Of course not," Ianto deadpanned.
Adrian gave him a look that said he wasn't amused. "Anyway," Adrian said slowly as Ianto began to smile, "I've been looking in to that possible prostitution ring down by the bay and we've discovered that it isn't one. Everyone who goes there is a consenting adult, and no money is exchanged."
"Ah, I see," Ianto replied peering at the bottle of scotch Adrian had given him. He wasn't all that surprised that Adrian seemed to have and obsession with preventing prostitution, given his unique history.
"Harkness goes there."
Ianto looked up, interest piqued. Of course Jack went there. "What kind of place is this again?"
"Like a bathhouse without the bath. Anonymous sex. Peter Gibbs went in. The rooms are small and dark, said he couldn't make out the other man's face."
"Interesting," Ianto mused.
"I know which days Harkness is there, I know which room he goes in. You could go; he wouldn't be able to see your face."
Ianto narrowed his eyes. "You've been sitting on this information for a while haven't you?"
Adrian smirked. "A bit of a congratulations gift."
"Oh, I love you," Ianto smiled. Getting up and coming around the desk, he pulled Adrian up and hugged him close. "You really are the world's best mate."
"Yeah, yeah, you better go. He'll be in the third room on the right." Adrian struggled to say through Ianto's bear hug.
TW-TW-TW
Ianto took a deep breath before opening the third door on the right. Jack was in there. His Jack. It had been so long since he had felt the man's touch, and he didn't want to wait a moment longer. With trembling hands he opened the door and was greeted with the smell of Jack's pheromones. Ianto took a deep breath, feeling desire build in himself already.
"You smell great." Ianto said, closing the door behind him making the room that much darker.
"You sound great," Jack's voice came. Ianto had to hold back a sob; maybe this was a bad idea. The body on the bed got off it and walked towards Ianto. "Is this your first time?"
Ianto rolled his eyes. "No."
"Good, let's get these clothes off then" Jack said smoothly, reaching out to caress Ianto's face. A rush of arousal went through Ianto, the spark that was so like the recognition of another Child, but not. He had forgotten how intense it could be.
"Of course," he agreed, undressing as quickly as he could, eager for the touch of Jack's bare skin on his own. "Did you want to top or bottom?" he asked running a hand along Jack bare flank.
"I hope to do both," Jack whispered, pulling the Ianto closer. Finally their lips found each other. Ianto prayed he could get through this without crying. He'd cried the last time, too. Ianto felt himself being pulled toward the bed in the room. Jack's hands were exploring him as if trying to see him just by touch, and Ianto couldn't help the small whimper that came to him during the bittersweet moment.
"I'm a very gentle lover," Jack said in a reassuring tone, misinterpreting Ianto's whimper.
"I could tell," Ianto said bringing his hand to Jack's face and nearly laughing out loud when he felt the sideburns there. His bit his lip, glad Jack couldn't see him in the darkness.
Jack pulled up off the bed and Ianto admired his form as he reached to a side table and came back with a jar of oil. Urgh. Ianto would have given anything for some silicone lube.
"You mind if I top first?" Jack asked, getting up onto the bed.
"Be my guest," Ianto replied, needing to feel Jack moving inside him.
Jack didn't waste any time coating Ianto's entrance in oil and then pressing a finger in. "That feels a bit tight, you sure this isn't your first time?"
"Absolutely sure, it's just been awhile," Ianto whispered.
"How long," Jack asked adding another finger.
Ianto let out a moan and pressed back against Jack's hand. "With a man or in general?"
"With a man."
"Hmm… fifty years,"
Jack laughed. "Fine, no need to lie." He added yet another finger. Ianto bucked his hips and let out gasp of pleasure when Jack hit his prostate. "Did that feel good?" Jack teased.
Ianto smiled. He missed this man so much.
"Are you ready?" Jack asked.
"Please," Ianto pleaded. He could practically see the immortal's grin. Jack's body hovered above him, and he wrapped his legs around Jack's waist reaching under himself to line Jack up with his entrance. Jack began to press forward slowly.
Ianto felt tears sting his eyes as Jack leaned down and pressed their lips together. The Welshman hoped this night of happiness would be worth the depression that would come afterward.
Jack began to thrust slowly; Ianto was in heaven hearing his long-lost lover moan in pleasure. "You're amazing," Jack breathed.
"So are you," Ianto moaned.
"Oh, I'm just getting started," Jack growled speeding up his thrusts. Ianto knew it was going to be over far too soon.
"I'm not going to last long," Ianto gasped, pulling Jack back into a deep kiss.
"It's okay, just let go. I'll come with you," Jack urged pulling away from the kiss slightly.
"Promise," Ianto whimpered as his body started to tremble.
"Yes," Jack moaned.
Ianto came with a shout, only barely managing to keep himself from crying out Jack's name. Jack was true to his word and came seconds later.
TW-TW-TW
Ianto open the door to Adrian's room and walked over to the bed. It was early morning so the sun was coming in through the windows slightly. Adrian was alone in the bed, as always. Ianto got under the blanket and laid his head on his best friend's shoulder.
"How did it go?" Adrian asked, his eyes remaining closed.
"It was… intense," Ianto said. "But wonderful. Thank you for arranging it."
"You're welcome," Adrian replied with a yawn.
Ianto started to cry. "It was so hard to leave. So hard to make it just sex. It wasn't to me, you know. I miss him. I miss everything about him."
"I'm sorry," Adrian said, becoming alert, as he recognized Ianto's distress. He wrapped his arms around Ianto and pulled him into a close embrace.
"It's life," Ianto sobbed raggedly.
TW—TW-TW
"Her name is Joy, she's beautiful." Anna, the only current seeker for Cardiff Rift, was informing Ianto of a Rift Child she had just discovered.
Ianto felt his heart break. "Her last name."
"Mathers."
"Oh," Ianto replied. Maybe it wasn't Joy Parker. "Follow her, but I don't want her trained or even spoken to until she marries and I am told her married name."
"Is it because she is female?" Anna huffed.
Ianto sighed. "Yes of course. Didn't you know that women can't properly understand things until they are married?" He deadpanned.
Anna looked shocked, then smiled, realizing he wasn't serious. "You're a right jerk sometimes."
"I know, it's a gift I have." he smiled.
Anna sat down in the chair across from Ianto's desk. "Really though, why do we need to wait on telling Joy?"
"If she turns out to be Joy Parker than she needs to go on not knowing. It's important for our future."
"Oh, well that was helpful," Anna quipped, rolling her eyes.
"I have a gift for that as well," Ianto smiled.
"I would like to hear more about your gifts," Anna said softly, her eyes looking down as if she was nervous. It wasn't like the normally out spoken fortieth century firecracker. Perhaps the time period was rubbing off on her.
"Well it would take a while."
"I could cook us a meal."
Ianto understood now. Anna wanted to further their relationship. "Oh, okay, sure," Ianto stammered. "but…"
"Jones, I'm not stupid, I know it won't be anything more than what it will be."
Ianto nodded. He liked Anna.
"Okay, dinner then." Ianto nodded. Anna smiled and got up from her chair.
"Tonight, seven. Don't be late," she demanded as she walked out of the office. Ianto shook his head at her.
Adrian had told him last year that the girl fancied him. Ianto had rolled his eyes, but Adrian had been right. It amazed him how his best friend could be so good at recognizing others romantic feelings yet have none of his own.
He sighed another day nearly done. Another day closer to Jack. 105 years to go.
The planet with two suns. 4982 Nicandro Village.
Ianto wasn't sure how long he had been on this god forsaken planet. All he wanted was his second death. When he had plunged into the sea of this never sleeping planet he had wanted to growl in frustration; he had expected to end up in the 1800's on Earth but he hadn't. He was here, a slave to race of humanoids with lithe limbs and attenuated bodies.
Ianto had figured out on his second day that he was something of a house pet to the man he was forced to lie beside on a bed made of some sort of reptile skin and stuffed with dried grass. Ianto felt like a pet most of the time. An abused pet, but a pet.
Kare was the man's name. Ianto felt his captor stir beside him and tried to stay still, hoping he would be thought to be sleeping, and thus left alone. It had happened in the past, but Kare was unpredictable.
"Wake," Kare yelled. Apparently today wasn't one of those days. Ianto turned his head to look at the creature. The alien smiled a brittle smile that turned Ianto's stomach. "Suck," Kare said slowly.
Kare spoke in the local Nicandro language. It was one that Ianto understood, but Kare, along with all the others in the village, thought the Rift Children too stupid to understand anything beyond one word commands. Ianto hadn't let on that he understood the language, but he word 'suck' had been established on Ianto's third day, when the alien had forced his massive cock into Ianto's mouth. Ianto had bitten down, and Kare had had all of Ianto's teeth pulled. They grew back, of course, but it hurt like hell. Ianto never bit again.
Ianto reluctantly crawled down the reptile mattress and bent to take the man into his mouth. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was Jack lying before him instead of Kare. Thoughts of Jack made it almost bearable.
"Kare, the chief needs to see you," interrupted a feminine voice from just outside the tent.
Kare let out a sigh and got up off the bed pushing Ianto out of the way in the process as if he were discarding an object. "Stay," he commanded. Ianto crawled back onto the bed and closed his eyes. He hoped Kare would be gone for a while.
