Title - The Thirst Is Taking Over

Rating - M for violence and M/M sex... Possibly hetero later

Pairings - Jack/Ianto, Ianto/OC, Owen/Tosh, Gwen/Rhys

Summary - Ianto's true story is not widely known in Torchwood Three, his bloody past is darker and more twisted then any other member of the team, and when his past comes back to bite, will Jack and Torchwood be able to save him? Does he need saving? Or will he really be getting exactly what and who he wants...

Warnings! - This story will contain scenes of vampirism that some people may find disturbing, if you are offended by anything of this nature, I must warn you not to read further as it's pretty intense from the start :D

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Characters to do with Torchwood, Doctor Who or any other from a TV series or book series that may be mentioned in this story, I DO own Alanas and any other OC here though :D

A/N - All criticism is welcome, I'm here for the same reasons as everyone else : Shameless Janto smut, and to become a better writer :D

Prologue

Dark hair swept across a pale face, as even darker eyes stared around the small tavern. Alanas sipped the deep red wine that occupied his goblet as he let himself look at the beautiful people who were gathered in the tiny, though immaculate room. The Jones family, after all, were not exactly the epitome of poverty, and their parties were known far and wide. The main of the festivities were being held and enjoyed in a huge banquet hall just down the hall from where Alanas was enjoying some quiet... A quiet that had just been broken.

A smattering of applause accompanied a new face through the door, and Alanas knew who the new arrival was in an instant, recognising the clear blue eyes and dark hair of the youngest Jones boy. He walked through the room slowly, pausing every now and then to exchange pleasantries with someone who was really of no importance to him, while Alanas watched him, getting lost in his deep musky scent that was the blood crashing through the young mans fragile veins.

Resisting the urge to follow the second that the almost royal boy left the room, Alanas forced him self to wait, drinking back the last of his wine before rising to his feet and walking through the silken curtains and into the dark garden. Locating the object of his lust, the pale man stalked over silently, his feet making no noise despite the autumn leaves they came into contact with. He was close enough to hear the boy's blood thundering, tempting him closer.

"Ianto Jones," Alanas whispered, making the blue eyed boy jump. His eyes widened in shock for a second before he composed himself.

"Good sir. Sorry, I missed your name! Are you enjoying the party?" Alanas grinned, his teeth pointed, and moved towards Ianto, who backed away, sub-consciously being warned that this man was not... Human, "Sir, you would be much more comfortable inside," He sighed, letting out a quiet yelp as his back hit a tree. Somehow they had moved to the bottom of the enormous garden, and the Manor was just a pinprick of light. Ianto gulped as the unknown man placed a hand on his throat and bent his neck. He whimpered, but it was not from fear, or discomfort. It was of pure pleasure.

"You're enjoying this," Alanas purred, stroking the boy's neck, feeling his already fast pulse quicken under his subtle touch, "Yes?" Ianto nodded, moaning yes as Alanas's other hand stroked across his stomach, his skin cold whereas Ianto's was flushed and hot, meeting like fire and ice, "My name is Alanas," He hummed, his lips at Ianto's ear, breathing him in with relish, he moaned, "You smell like fire," He hissed, licking his lips, his own body feeling suddenly hot.

"Alanas," Ianto tested as his hands studied and explored all around the thin, frozen frame that had him captivated and held against the rough bark. Humming with appreciation, Ianto pushed his aching body closer to Alanas's, arching his back minutely in an attempt to release some tension.

His lust over powering him, Alanas pulled back and then roared forward locking his lips with the boy in front of him, who moaned happily and let his mouth, body and mind be dominated. Giving in to their lust both men kissed hungrily, hands groping hair, hips, backs, arms and everywhere they could as their bodies ground close together, sending pleasure jolting through them.

Ianto threw his head back in pleasure as hard erections pushed against each other with need, their hips making friction that he knew he would not last long from as forbidden as this act was he no longer cared as he felt his body being pushed towards the peak that he would happily fly off. Alanas gripped his toys arms and pinned them above his head, kissing his neck, feeling his orgasm ripping closer as he found the pulse in his neck, still grinding their hips hard against each other.

Ianto fell off the edge of his precipice as soon as he felt Alanas's teeth sink down into his neck and begin to suck. The act, he assumed had originally started out as pleasurable was fast becoming agony, and the boy realized something: too deep, too much, much too much blood. He gripped his partner's arms in pain as he cried out, feeling the fangs sink that much deeper and his body press further against the rough tree. As Alanas drank, Ianto felt his blood drip down out of the corners of the greedy mouth that was sucking hungrily on his neck and dribble into his suit. Alanas pulled away when Ianto went limp.

He was barely awake, but he watched with lidded eyes as the vampire bit into his own wrist and allowed blood to pour. The wound pressed to his lips and he drank, digging his nails into the pale arm that was offered to him, drinking like a thirsty man at an oasis. He looked up and saw ruby eyes before pain took him and the darkness enveloped him, and he succumbed to death.

Jumping up in shock, Ianto almost dislodged a sleeping Jack, who had curled up with one arm wrapped around his lover's waist. Smiling and trying to rid himself of the memory that haunted his sleep, Ianto leant down and brushed Jack's hair away from his face, and kissed his forehead softly before climbing out of bed and walking into the bathroom. In his reflection he saw the deep, unhealed scar that blemished his lightly stubbled throat. Sighing in disgust, he reached into his cabinet and took a small bottle and a sterilised needle out and prepared the crimson liquid. It was a concoction created by Torchwood 1, many, many years ago. It was a medicine that controlled, and tamed a vampire and Ianto grimaced as he injected the liquid.

Back in the large bedroom that belonged to Ianto and the man he was happy to call his Captain, Jack tossed and turned, trying to find Ianto in his sleep, whining slightly when he couldn't. He heard laughter coming from his right and opened his tired eyes to look at the giggling Welshman, who was leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom, his hand pressed to the crook of his arm to staunch the little dribble of blood that was still coming out the needle mark. Jack glared playfully and turned his back on his boyfriend.

"Douchey little vampire kid," He growled as he watched Ianto lick the blood from his fingers. He turned his back on the vampire and tried to keep from grinning when he heard loud laughing from his lover and felt him pounce on the bed and wrap his limbs around Jack's, "What do you want, fangs?" He asked playfully, biting at Ianto's arm. Ianto laughed at Jack's playfulness, and kissed his neck, happily taking comfort in the fact that he felt no blood lust; just regular human lust. He pressed his tongue to the top of Jack's spine, tickling his most sensitive spot as Jack writhed slightly, reaching one hand around to run across his stubbled cheek and into his dark hair.

Moaning with delight Jack pushed back against Ianto's growing arousal, grinning when he elicited a moan from his love's beautiful lips. He turned gracelessly and grabbed Ianto, pulling him close and letting their lips meet in a powerful kiss, that was still more love and compassion then it was need and lust. A heavy vibrating noise, joined by the sound of Skillet, interrupted them.

Hold me down, hold me down

Drip it on my tongue

And my convulsions stop

Ianto groaned audibly and reached for his mobile, glaring at Owen's name on the screen.

"Yes, Owen?" He growled, more poutingly then venomous. Settling back onto the pillows Ianto sighed as he began to explain to Owen how to fix Tosh's computer before she got into work. Jack chuckled; from the sounds of it, Owen had once again caused Tosh's computer to malfunction, and rather then get into trouble again, was seeking help to fix the problem. Jack rested his head back on Ianto's chest, placing his hand where there should be a beat and smiling when there was none.

It was selfish, he knew it, but he couldn't help but feel happy that he had managed to fall in love with another immortal. Well, waking un-dead was the real term, apparently, but Jack didn't mind. He was desperate to be with Ianto for the rest of their long lives, whether that meant living with a vampire or not. His eyes slid shut as the Welshman's voice drifted over him, and his fingers stroked through the longish messy mop that was Jack's hair.

"Yeah... Look, how you did... Oh Owen! You know... Yes... Shut it! Just tell her, rather then being a complete idiot and silently dropping hints... Yes I know she's a girl... Why should she notice? STOP SAYING COS SHE'S A GIRL! I'm hanging up now... Yes... Dick." Ianto flipped his phone shut and looked down at Jack who was humming softly, tracing patterns on Ianto's prominent hip bones, "We have to leave, Cariad," He said softly, moving his hand from Jack's hair t his chin, and tipping his face up. He felt the heavy pulse of blood under his fingers and smiled.

"Ok," Jack sighed, throwing the covers off their naked bodies and climbing out of bed to get a shower. Ianto watched him go with a grin. Life was good with Jack and Torchwood. Very good.

***

Alanas stared around the Roald Dahl Plas with a look of deep distaste on his handsome features. He hated standing out in the light, be it any time in the day. He, like most other vampires preferred the dark of the night, when he could stick to shadows and hunt with no one finding him. Trust it to be his Ianto who stuck to the day... Speaking of his boy...

He had sensed him the second he was in the boundaries of Cardiff, his scent was everywhere, often mixing with three humans, and a third scent he could not explain. It was almost human, but sparked with age and immortality. This scent was everywhere with his Ianto's, and he hated it. Alanas was blocking his own scent using mental abilities, and it was thanks to this that Ianto was oblivious to his presence when he spotted him for the first time.

The young vampire had barely changed since Alanas had seen him ten years ago, though he could still smell that "medicine" that Ianto took to curb his thirst, and he was dressed smartly in a suit with a long black coat, the collar of which was turned up to block out the wind, as opposed to the denim jacket and jeans that he had warn in the late 90's. Alanas grinned at memory. Ianto had come to kill him and had ended up beneath him writhing in bliss. The grin fell off his face as a large man in a military coat ran up to Ianto and wrapped him tight in his arms.

Ianto turned in the embrace and kissed the man who responded with so much enthusiasm the vampire was lifted up off his feet, laughing at his companion. When they broke apart, they stared into each others eyes for a second before linking hands and walking away leaning against each other and laughing softly. With his blood boiling, Alanas turned away. Whoever this man was, he would pay.