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Chapter 7
"Not now Jack, Please. Not now, we will talk, please just let me enjoy the night. Meeting up with old friends, I need this."
Ianto's words echoed painfully in his ears as Jack turned restlessly in the bed, reaching over for Ianto and remembering that he wasn't there. Angrily, Jack punched the pillow and flung an arm over his face in exasperation. He always slept better, longer, hell – sleep period, when Ianto was in his bed. He stared at the ceiling almost willing himself to sleep and finally he did. Trouble was, that's when he started to dream.
It was hazy at first, dreams always were, but he could almost feel the smooth skin sliding under his fingers, smell the distinct smell that was his Ianto, and taste the sweat soaked skin beneath his lips. Jack murmured his name, "Ianto."
Jack ran his fingers through the silky hair, gazed into those smoky blue eyes, and leaned down to kiss those soft lips, only to find himself sitting across the room and watching someone else doing those same things, someone young, attractive, with brown hair and blue-green eyes. Jack felt the anger well up inside him, and it took all his reserve to just sit there and watch and not rip the younger man off of his beautiful boy, tearing him limb from limb.
His heart pounded as he watched Sam minister to Ianto and he knew, that nothing the Master had done in the Year That Never Was could compare to this because this was torture in its most exquisite and painful form. Jack saw movement off to the side and closed his eyes as he saw Dean climb onto the bed. He balled his fists up against his eyes and screamed "NO" but the three men on the bed just ignored him.
Jack tried to stand only to find himself tied helplessly to the chair, forced to watch the scene play out in front of him.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Freedom? You never wanted to be tied down, well, not figuratively anyway. If you can play the field, why can't I?"
Jack turned to see Ianto standing before him, in that beautiful purple shirt and charcoal waistcoat, looking smug. "Ianto, I…"
"Shh," Ianto placed his finger on Jack's lips, "Just watch."
Jack turned his head and shut his eyes, "No, this isn't real. This isn't happening."
"Oh, but it is," Captain John Hart said.
Jack whipped his head around to see Ianto tied to the bed and John bending over him. He watched as the tears streaked down Ianto's face and he pleaded for Jack to come help him.
"Jack, please, please don't let him do this, please," the young man begged him.
Tears spilled down Jack's face as he struggled fruitlessly against the ropes binding him to the chair.
"If you hurt him…" he snarled angrily.
John turned to look at him, "You'll what? What will you do? He's only eye candy, a part-time shag, right? Just the teaboy. I mean, you've never told him what he means to you so why does it matter what happens to him?"
Jack's heart pounded painfully in his chest, each word a knife cutting it to shreds. Regardless of how repugnant listening to John was, every word he said was true. He'd never told Ianto how he felt; never let him know just how important he was to Jack which was why he was now at the mercy of a madman.
Wait, he thought, this isn't real. John was gone and he looked up to see Ianto with the Winchester brothers again. They were lying there, basking in the heady afterglow of really good sex. The two men, one on either side of Ianto, stroking their hands up and down his boy's chest.
"Come with us, Yan," Sam whispered.
"Yeah, come back to the States. We need you," Dean said softly.
Suddenly Jack found his hands free. He stood up, strode quickly over to the bed and grabbed Dean off of it. His hands went around the younger man's throat and he squeezed until the man in his hands was lifeless and Sam and Ianto were staring at him in shock.
"Jack what did you do?" Ianto cried out.
Jack just silently reached out and plucked Sam off the bed too, "Stay away from my IANTO!"
And then he was dropping Sam, a knife sticking out of Sam's chest and blood dripping off of his hands. Jack stared at his hands in horror before racing into the bathroom and throwing up into the toilet. Once there, he found himself back on the Valiant. He could feel the metal shackles biting into his wrists. He gave an experimental tug and knew it would take days to pull out of them, just like it had before. He looked up as Dean entered the room.
"Dean?"
"Jack, Jack, Jack. What are we going to
do with you? Hmm? When are you going to learn?
Ianto belongs with
us now. He's ours. I mean come on; did you really expect him to
stay with you? You never appreciated him, never told him you cared;
did you ever tell him you loved him?"
Tears sprang to Jack's eyes at Dean's words and he felt the truth of them sharper than any knife blade could have been.
"But I do love him," Jack protested, "I do."
"Yeah, whatever. See you around Jack," Dean said, as he walked away.
"Wait! Wait!" and then Jack was plunged into darkness.
Jack could hear the Master laughing and he shivered involuntarily. He opened his eyes to see Ianto standing in front of him, a knife at his throat and those gorgeous blue eyes full of fear.
"Please don't hurt him. Please!" Jack begged, tears flowing freely down his face.
The Master just laughed before whispering, "Freak."
Jack flinched as Ianto's warm blood sprayed across his face.
"NOOOOOOO!" he screamed into the darkness that descended over him.
Jack could smell Ianto all around him, that blend of coffee, Cardiff air, and the archives. So perfectly Ianto. He inhaled as deeply as he could, wanting that scent to soak into every single one of his cells. That smell was like home to him and he felt safe there. He felt hands on his hips and looked back at those long fingers, the ones that just moments before he thought he would never see or feel again. But here they were, grasping his hips and he gasped as he felt his lover thrust. Jack pushed back instinctively only to be left feeling empty and alone once again. But then he looked down and Ianto was below him and he was in his beautiful boy, warm, safe, and loved. He cried out Ianto's name as his orgasm crashed over him, felt Ianto shudder underneath him as he shattered into pieces with his own orgasm. "Jack," he whispered, staring up at him with those luminous blue eyes.
Jack stroked a stray curl off of Ianto's forehead and leaned down to softly kiss him. He worshipped Ianto's face with his lips, kissing eyelids, temple, cheekbones, nose, and finally lips. He felt the soft lips part beneath his own and stroked his tongue inside, relishing in the familiar taste of Ianto, a mixture of coffee, curry, and mint. Ianto groaned into his mouth and Jack couldn't help but smile.
The smile quickly turned into a frown when all of a sudden the scene changed and Jack was standing at the airport watching Ianto get on a plane to America. Ianto turned and looked at him, his eyes pleading with Jack, "Just say the words and I'll stay," but Jack couldn't speak around the lump in his throat.
He watched his boy get on that plane, join the brothers and leave him behind forever and he couldn't stop the tears streaming down his face. "Ianto, please don't go."
Hands wiped the tears off his face, "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, it was just a dream."
Jack sighed with relief, feeling Ianto kiss his tears away. Jack pulled the younger man into his arms clinging to him tightly, kissing the top of his head. "I love you Ianto, I always will."
He felt Ianto snuggle closer into his embrace and he closed his eyes again only to open them seconds later as he rolled over in bed to the cold spot on the other side. Jack sat up in bed, momentarily confused and as he looked around he realized it had all been a dream, everything. He didn't know whether to sigh with relief or cry with sadness. One thing he knew for sure, he had to tell Ianto how he felt, no matter what the consequences were.
TBC