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A/N: This was inspired by Libraryelf who wanted Ianto to be a bit stronger in my last story. In their words "Ianto is no wimp" :p anyways hope you enjoy, reviews are actual love
Ianto lay awake in a mass of sheets and blankets in the quarters below Jack's office. His lover slept next to him, breathing softly, making tiny murmuring noises, almost as if he was singing. He looked so peaceful. Ianto smiled at the sight of Jack clutching one of his old shirts to his chest as if it was a teddy bear. Ianto pulled the woollen blanket over them both and snuggled into to Jack, he was surprised to find that the shapes of their two bodies fitted almost exactly. He could here the rain pouring down outside, it must be close to midnight. Thunder rumbled and lightening flashed but nothing could disturb the peace of the two men drifting slowly off to sleep in each others arms.
Suddenly the biggest crash of thunder told Ianto that the storm was right overhead. He yawned sleepily and nuzzled into Jack's shoulder. It was going to be a long night. Usually he liked to sit at the window and watch the lightening illuminate the city. There was something wild and dark about a storm that Ianto loved. The raw power of the waves as they hit the pier, spraying water fifty feet up into the air. Once he and Jack had gone out to Porthcawl for the day and ran along the walkway that lead out to sea, daring each other to go closer and closer to the end where the waves splashed over the old wooden boards until they had both ended up completely soaked and much in need of a hot shower. Ianto held back a laugh as he remembered the shocked face of the room service girl at the hotel who had walked in to find Jack feeding Ianto strawberries in the giant bubble bath. Normally it would have bothered him, but with Jack he was getting used to it.
The storm was getting louder still, Ianto turned to face his lover, who was still sleeping. The noises Jack was making in his sleep had changed, they were moans and sighs, almost as if Jack was crying out, fighting against some invisible nightmarish creature. Suddenly Ianto felt Jack stiffen and shake beneath him, he looked at him with concerned blue eyes. Jack was tossing and turning, trying to push the blankets away from his body. The storm raged overhead. Ianto put a calming hand on Jack's arm but in a blind panic Jack grabbed his wrist and woke up gasping and sweating.
"Help me! He's coming, he's got the Doctor, you've got to stop-"
Ianto knew what Jack was dreaming about, the older man had told him everything about the year that never was. The way the master had tortured his prisoners, thinking of a thousand different ways to kill, to inflict pain, and testing them all out on Jack. Ianto remembered Jack telling him about the feeling of the blade against his next pressing down harder and harder until beads of blood tempered the supple silver. Ianto close his eyes. It made him sick.
"Jack, Jack! Look at me, right at me, its ok," Ianto soothed "you're at the hub, no ones going to hurt you, your safe" Ianto placed his hands on Jack's upper arms and looked straight into desperate, fearful, loving eyes, tears were pouring silently down Jack's cheeks, "Your with me now." Ianto gently kissed away the pearly drops of water and breathed out softly as he felt his lover collapse into his arms free at last from the nightmare.