Pairings: Jack and Ianto
Description: The darkness is so close to the surface, struggling to gain control, the hands that make his body feel fend it off for a while, but it's not enough, it'll never be enough.
Okay I know that you can't tell who's who, but that's how I want it to be, Jack and Ianto both have their darkness, and both of their darkness are close to winning over the light. So I guess it could be both of them, but yeah it's not really defined which is which. So R&R please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Torchwood stuff, I wish though because then Jack and Ianto would not be able to keep their hands away from each other. Mmm…Ianto, yes hot.
There are those nights when he couldn't take it anymore, nights where he lay awake staring up at the ceiling contemplating his existence, not sure if he really wanted to continue living in the life he had. He never cried, no, there were no tears, not pitiful sobs escaping from his body, he didn't let his vision blur because that was not how he dealt with his loneliness.
Then there were those nights when his body was on fire, his soul exploded with lust, his mind numb from the feeling of those hands running over his body, touching him, making him moan and beg for more. Those were the nights he loved, the ones he wanted, the ones he needed. He needed those hands caressing him, he needed that feeling of being complete, of being filled to the brink with such a pure feeling. There were times during those nights when those sweet nothings were whispered in his ear, when his body was over heated, covered in sweat, and moving in that sweet motion that he could feel his eyes starting to sting. But he never let those tears slide free, no, that was not how he dealt with the hollowness he felt inside.
The days he could not bear, they taunted at him making him insane, laughing at him as he tried to keep his head in a safe place away from the ugly emotions that leered at him. During the day when the sun shone bright and the happy voices of his team mates drove him near the edge of his sanity. He couldn't explain he, he couldn't understand but even seeing him, the man that made some of his nights bearable did not work, no matter how many times he let his body be touched and pleasured he could not forget the horrible things that swam just below the surface.
He could feel it, those nights when he touched him, when he whispered sweet nothings into the ear of the man below him, he could feel those dark shadows that haunted his lovers mind. Those images of what happened before dragging him down, forcing him to look at what he tried to push away. There were times when he tried to banish those shadows to get the light into the spots were darkens ruled. He knew it was useless though, nothing could chase away those demons, nothing could fix what lurked so close to the surface.
During the day he watched the man intently, touching him, whispering to him when he knew the darkness was clawing its way to the surface. But it was never enough, during the bright sunny days of idle chatter was the worst, because none of them knew, none of them besides the man who touched him at night knew of the others gnawing darkness.
But despite the fact that he knew he could never win against the darkness, despite the fact that he knew whatever light he brought to the man at night would be banished as quickly as it came. He continued on, he kept whispering into the man's ear, he kept touching the others body making the man momentarily forget the darkness that was so close to surfacing.
