Goodbye My Lover:
"You need to stop doing this, Jack." Ianto scolded the older man gently, yet his face showed no signs of irritation.
Quite the opposite, he wore that soft smile, and his eyes were bright, locked on Jacks.
Jack only shook his head, not saying a word as took great strides, closing the distance between them, taking Ianto in his arms and holding him tight against his own body.
"I don't have long, Ianto." He breathed against his skin. "Just hold me."
The Welshman couldn't argue with him, as his arms encircled his waist, and pulled him tight against him, resting his head in the crook of Jack's neck, breathing in his familiar scent, trying to commit it to memory.
He didn't know how long it would be until he would see Jack again, but these visits were becoming more and more common.
It pained him that Jack was doing this, but he understood why he was doing it, and he couldn't deny it, it was what kept him going, it was what made things a little easier for him, the prospect of seeing Jack again.
But Jack couldn't keep doing this to himself. Ianto pulled back to look at Jack, and drank in his appearance. He hadn't changed at all. His blue eyes brimming with the overwhelming emotion he felt at being united with his lover once more, even it was only for a limited time.
"Jack, please you can't-" He tried to argue with him, but the words were quickly cut off as Jacks lips covered his own.
The words died away, and every the fiber of his being revolved around returning that kiss with every ounce of love and passion he had for Jack Harkness.
Iantos hands ran up Jack's arms, and around his neck, while Jack's hands cupped Ianto's face, his, gently stroking his soft skin.
Ianto could feel Jack's tears on his skin, hot and wet. Despite how much he wanted to continue, he pulled back, and gently wiped the tears away.
"I miss you, Ianto. So much." Jack breathed, not trusting himself to speak any louder.
Ianto gave Jack a small smile, doing his best not to cry himself, it would benefit neither of them.
"I know Jack, but it's okay. You'll be okay. I'm always with you.", He said, and pressed another kiss against Jacks warm lips, trying his hardest to make the immortal feel a little less pain than he previously had.
Jack took Ianto's hand in his, holding it tight against his chest, as he looked into the younger mans eyes. "Ianto... You know, that I-"
"I know Jack. And I do too." Ianto affirmed with a smile.
With a gasp, Jack sat upright, clutching at his chest, his heart hammering in his chest, lungs burning as they desperately tried to fill themselves with air once more.
He took great, shuddering breaths, his body shaking as he tried to calm himself.
He took a look around his empty office, and felt an ache in his heart that was unrelated to his revival.
The only time he got to see Ianto now, was when he died, for those few precious moments before he revived, he was with him again. He had no idea if it was really Ianto, or if it was just something his sub-conscious had conjured up, but regardless, it was Ianto. His Ianto.
He felt that familiar stab in his heart once more, and he knew that no matter how often he did it, it wouldn't be enough. Unless he had Ianto by his side forever, nothing would ever be enough.
The pain of each death and revival was worth seeing Ianto again, just for those few moments, to hold him, to kiss him, to hear those lovely Welsh vowels, that beautiful smile and those captivating eyes.
Being with Ianto Jones would always be worth any amount of pain.
Despite Ianto's earlier scolding, he grasped his Webley again. With a deep breath, he pressed the muzzle against his temple, and almost immediately pulled the trigger once more.
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A/N: Ooh, angsty, I know. *hugs* Hope it was okay! Reviews would be wonderful!
