Phoenix

It had been some time for Jack but that was the beauty of a Vortex Manipulator that finally worked. It was only a couple of months for them since he had visited.

With credits burning a hole in his pocket, he swung up the steps and around the doorframe, into the bordello.

"Captain!" the voice of the receptionist crowed, her mandibles quivering with delight.

"Hello Dandy dear" he smiled his largest smile and laid his credits on the counter. He wiped the blood off the corner of one and wondered idly if it was his.

"Oh my. What a lovely haul dear Captain" she shimmered with glee. "We have enough here for a specialist."

"Huh? Like what" Jack leaned against the desk and leered with interest at her.

"We have several "delicate" items in the stable for those willing to pay more" she knew she had him as his eyes opened wider with interest.

"Like?" he prodded. This was new. The last eight or nine times this was never mentioned, still he hadn't placed all his credits down to view before.

"We have pictures" she purred, pushing a book over to him.

He began to leaf through the pages with growing shock. Some endangered species were included with ownership papers and he filed that information away for later … then he froze.

Name: Phoenix

Origin: Human/Fenque hybrid

Specialty: Empathic with masseuse training

Pain threshold: High

Price: Negotiable

The blue-grey eyes that stared out from the page were sad and familiar with their hidden fear.

Jack was looking at Ianto.

ooOoo

The room was tastefully decorated in chocolate and cream with burgundy trims. The bed was HUGE with curtains pinned back against the posts. Cushions and pillows covered the bed as well as a couple of towels. A bowl full of lubes and condoms to choose from sat beside it with several different languages and shapes on display.

Jack paced the room nervously, not sure what to do.

The door swung in and Phoenix entered. Not Ianto. His shoulders were wider and his face showed an age Ianto had never reached. Not a young man, a fully grown adult with over thirty years, maybe closer to forty well lived. A well-defined musculature with light dusting of chest hair. A small scar at the left collarbone was also visible as he slid the red gown from his shoulders and he stepped forward, allowing it to pool on the floor. Dressed in just silk trousers that hugged his hips and buttocks, he was beautiful.

"Well now, you're new aren't you?" Welsh vowels teased as Phoenix raised an eyebrow.

"If you mark me you don't get your deposit back," Phoenix warned with a smile, "damaging me will result in a fine and cancellation of membership.

Phoenix shuddered at the last part betraying his fear and alluding to past misconducts.

"As you can see, there are several lubes and covers to choose from, bareback is extra." Phoenix took a step closer and tilted his head trying to get a read from this lovely man staring dumbly at him. "Enhancements that may cause me discomfort are to be shown before they are used and I have the right of refusal if you hurt me."

Jack couldn't speak for the pain in his chest and could only stare dumbly at him. Sensing Jack's sorrow, Phoenix stepped up to him and frowned into his face.

"I'm not who you were looking for am I" he stated softly, raising his hand to touch Jack then lowering it again. "I am sorry."

"He's dead" Jack choked out, "You have his face and voice but he's dead."

"Perhaps a relative? Um, my ancestors are from Sol 3. A little place called Wales. Davies, I think was the name of the first to leave and colonise Mars." Ianto stopped talking and leaned closer as his eyes narrowed taking in Jack's great-coat and button-up complete with braces.

"Jones. Yes? You were looking for the Jones bloodline." He finally sighed leaning back. "You're not the first with that bent. You even look like the captain."

"What?" Jack was confused now.

"You know. The Hero Ianto Jones. Dies in the arms of Captain Jack Harkness while saving the world?" Phoenix snorted, "Think I've not had to watch the pod-cast of that death over and over again?"

"What?" Jack repeated stupidly.

"Some even have hollo-pics of themselves standing in the plas of old-Cardiff next to his statue that was placed over the place they say the invisible lift was originally." Phoenix tried to regain some control.

"He was in my bloodline, yeah." Phoenix swallowed his anger down. It was just a job. "His sister is my great-great grandmother. Rhiannon. Her daughter Mica had a so,n Ifan who left earth and then lost the family fortune when the Mars Mine folded so he sold his youngest child to slavery, a daughter called Gwen who had … Me"

He waited for Jack to respond then shrugged again. He opened the closet and removed two suits. One was a replica of the one Ianto died in and the other was a pinstripe ensemble that resembles the one Ianto wore when the planets shifted.

"Pick!" Phoenix demanded shaking them at Jack, "I'll just need a few minutes to get into character. You obviously took some time to get into yours."

Jack silently pointed to the pinstripe, unable to bear looking at him the Ianto's death-suit and Phoenix nodded his approval before turning to enter the bathroom.

Jack was numb with shock. This was Ianto's descendant, a sex slave.

"Love the coat by the way" Phoenix had re-entered the room without him noticing and stood in front of him shooting his cuffs.

Phoenix noted the way Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, broken and in pain. What was this guy's deal? As he drew close enough to smell him it suddenly hit him. Sorrow, anguish and mourning. Shit!

Phoenix instinctively took a step back and took a deep breath to steady himself. Something was not right here. What was this?

"Who are you" he asked softly.

"Captain Jack Harkness. Ex-Time Agent, Ex-Torchwood and three thousand eight hundred years old, give or take a few years." Jack rose and stood to attention, "I stopped counting."

Phoenix reached out with his mind and looked for a "tell". None. This was not a game or role-play. This was …. Shit!

"Oh my God, you're really him?" He stepped closer and reached out again, this time letting his hand brush Jack's cheek.

Time. Ageless time washed over him and Phoenix felt the weight of Jack's curse slam him to the ground.

He was aware of arms, a stoking hand across his brow and gentle chaste kisses to his face.

"Phoenix? Oh Gods, you OK?" Jack whispered cradling the fallen man in his lap.

"Oh, my head. Oh God, oh …" Phoenix rubbed his face against Jack's chest and felt another wave of agony from him as an image if Jack and Ianto in the same position lying in an darkened alley, someone yelled in the background in a cockney accent wafted around them and filling his mind.

"Who was that?" he whispered trying to sit up with Jack's help.

"Who?" Jack asked rubbing his wide, strong shoulders.

"The other man yelling in the background. About a … weevil?" Phoenix took a deep breath and looked at Jack fully for the first time. "What's a weevil?"

"You ... you saw that?" Jack pulled back as though burnt.

Phoenix gave a twisted smile at the familiar look of repulsion on Jack's face. He was usually so much better at hiding that talent. Damn. Master wouldn't be pleased if he had to refund. The last beating still ached in his joints.

"If you need to change stable-mates or want a refund …" Phoenix was rising shakily to his feet when Jack grabbed him.

"No!" Jack barked, pulling him into his arms.

"No." Jack repeated softer, one hand snaking through his hair. "I'll keep you."

Phoenix couldn't help the snort at the strange statement from the captain.

"Well, you paid for a night." He took another intoxicating breath, "but I doubt Master will let you "keep" me. I'm worth too much to him."

"You are not worth as much to him as you are to me!" Jack was holding him so tight that he could feel the buttons digging in from his coat.

"Hey, hey. It's OK," he tried to soothe him but Jack had started to shake.

"I'm not letting you go." Jack covered his lips with his own and Phoenix gave into the kiss.

It was like lightening, like a powerful pulse through his body settling in his groin and Phoenix found himself whimpering and rutting against Jack's hip.

He didn't register the clothing falling from them both or how they got to the bed, just one moment he was held in jack's embrace then the next he was laying back naked in the cushions while Jack's hands explored his skin.

Phoenix arched back and gave a groan of pleasure as Jack clasped his buttocks and ground against him.

"Shit" Jack murmured bending down to kiss Phoenix's chest, licking at his nipples as Phoenix flailed and whimpered beneath him.

Too much. Too much sensation, both physical and mental washing over him. Phoenix was lost, drowning in emotion as it flowed from Jack to the helpless man pinned beneath him.

As Jack finally pushed into him Phoenix's eyes rolled back in his head and their bodies undulated to a tune only they could hear.

The breaching was like coming home. Jack couldn't hold back the tears as he gently rocked into his lost love's doppelganger and Phoenix was lost in the memories that filled his mind. Beautiful. Cariad. My Heart's love.

Somewhere dark. Sounds of running water and something rustling overhead, like canvas in the wind. Jack's huffs of pleasure on his neck, Jacks heat surrounding him filling him claiming him. The smell of cobalt, sandalwood and something else. Something so primal that phoenix couldn't breathe for it.

Jack's orgasm caught him by surprise and as his shouts echoed off the walls Phoenix's scream joined him. A bright glow filled the room and bled under the door into the hall.

A passing guard saw it and looked to his partner who was a few steps behind.

"Wow, the kink room really has some cool toys eh?" he giggled and they continued on their way as the glow slowly diminished.