As soon as Black's body hit the floor, Jack sprang forward and snatching his wrist strap to annul the stasis field that was restraining Tosh and Owen. Tosh immediately ran to cradle Gwen's dead body, sobbing quietly as she did so. Owen examined the intruder's body and whistled admiringly, 'Nice shot, Captain'
Gently Jack moved Ianto to one side and encouraged him to sit down on the sofa. Then he walked over to where Own was kneeling, looked at the ruin that was Denton Black and calmly emptied the rest of the Webley's chamber into the corpse. 'Not taking any chances' he explained to the room in general, before bending down and heaving the cadaver over his shoulder, 'Owen, I'm gonna need your help'. Wordlessly, a shocked Owen followed Jack out of the hub and down into the depths of the mortuary.
When the two men returned from securely storing the body, Tosh had straightened Gwen's corpse out and covered it with a sheet from the medical bay. Carefully, Owen and Jack lifted their fallen colleague onto a mortuary trolley and moved her into the autopsy bay. Tosh stood watching, wiping her eyes,
'Someone is going have to tell Rhys' she said sadly
Jack sighed heavily, 'That would be me, I guess' he said, 'Gods I hate this'
'It's OK Jack,' said Owen, 'Tosh and I will do it. Rhys is our friend; it will be easier coming from us'
Tosh nodded, 'yes, we'll look after Rhys I think you need some time with Ianto' she gestured with her head to where Ianto was sitting hunched up on the sofa, hugging his knees to his chest and staring bleakly into space.
'Go on, Captain' Owen pushed Jack gently towards the traumatized young man.
'Ianto? Yan?' Slowly Ianto turned to look at Jack, who was staring anxiously into his face 'You Ok, sweetheart'
I am Ianto realised I really am, I knew that Jack would not let that man take me. I knew he would not let me be hurt because he loves me. He makes me strong and that makes me OK. He looked up at Jack and smiled.
'You really are OK?' Ianto nodded emphatically but Jack still looked troubled, 'are...are we OK?' he asked hesitantly.
Ianto nodded again
Jack held out his arms, 'any chance of a hug then?' he grinned.
Ianto rolled his eyes and uncurled his body, moving happily and confidently into Jack's embrace, revelling in Jack's delighted chuckle.
Two months later
It had been a long and difficult two months but things at Torchwood seemed finally to be settling down. Rhys had been devastated by Gwen's death and had turned up anguished and drunk at the Hub a couple of days of days after Tosh and Owen had told him the news and broken Jack's nose. Tosh and Owen had spent long hours with him, helping him work thorough his anger and grief and, ironically, growing closer as a result. Tosh had hacked into Denton Black's financial holdings and moved a quite eye watering amount of money into Rhys' bank account, which allowed him to set up a charitable trust in Gwen's name to support young police officers who wanted to attend university to enhance their career prospects. Ianto had rolled his eyes at that one.
Andy Davidson, from Cardiff's finest had been recruited to fill Gwen's police liaison post and although still a little nervous around Jack, having never properly recovered from Jack absent-mindedly patting him on the bottom on his first day, he was settling in quite well. He often wandered down to the archives to chat with Ianto, not seeming to mind that the conversation was one sided. Jack was seriously considering putting him out in the field soon.
It was a quiet Wednesday. Tosh was down on the firing range giving Andy some firearm training and Ianto was off doing Ianto stuff when Jack wandered down into the medical bay to talk to Owen.
'How is Ianto doing?' asked Jack hopping up onto Owens autopsy table and swinging his legs
'You should know better than me' replied Owen
Jack smiled happily, 'He's fantastic but I was thinking more in terms of what Stephanie thinks'
Owen was still talking to his psychiatrist friend once a week, keeping her up to data with Ianto's progress. 'She's ready to withdraw' said Owen, 'she thinks he's as good as he is gonna get. She says she's happy to do the occasional consult if we need her to but on the whole she thinks he has done really well'
Jack frowned, 'even though he is still mute? Even though he still can't use a pen or a keyboard? Even though he still can't communicate at all?'
Unnoticed by either of them, Ianto, who had been on his way down to the two men to get a list of afternoon snacks before doing a coffee run, was standing frozen on the threshold of the medical bay. Moving with his customary stealth, he backed away but hovered within earshot, keen to know what Jack and Owen were saying about him.
'Is he still completely silent?' Owen was asking
'Yeah,' replied Jack, 'not a sigh, not a moan, nothing.'
'Not even when you're...you know'
'Yeah, well about that...' Jack sounded a little uncomfortable. Ianto shuffled closer to the entrance straining to hear.
Owen laughed in a disbelieving fashion, 'You're not telling me that you're...not?'
Jack sighed, 'Some, hand jobs, blow jobs, just nothing...penetrative'
'Christ, Jack it's been three months!'
'I know' Jack huffed, 'I want to, gods do I want to and sometimes when he looks at me I think he does too but...it's got to come from him, Owen. He has to be in charge. I have to know it's because he wants to, not because he thinks it's what he has to do'
Owen looked at Jack, 'You really care for him don't you'
'More, apparently, than I can get him to believe' replied Jack, sadly.
Later that evening Jack opened the door to their flat, they had long ago given up the pretense that they weren't living together; he had barely hung up his coat before Ianto had him pressed against the wall in an ardent and demanding kiss. It was only the lack of oxygen that broke them apart,
'Wow' panted Jack, 'that was amazing, what bought that on?'
Ianto gave him a severe look and placed two of his fingers over Jack's mouth. He grabbed hold of Jack's hand and pulled him unresisting to the bedroom.
'Ooh, are we going to play?' asked Jack excitedly.
Ianto stopped and gave Jack another stern look and placed his hand over Jack's mouth once more. Jack felt his heart begin to pound as he began to realize what Ianto had planned. Once they were in the bedroom, Ianto started to unfasten the buttons of Jack's shirt. Eagerly, Jack reached out to reciprocate but Ianto slapped his hands away. Ianto stripped Jack with an efficiency that Jack could not help but be a little proud of and placing his hands on Jack's shoulders gently forced him down to his knees.
Jack could not control the broad smile that was crawling across his face, even as he submissively bowed his head and clasped his hands behind his back. The soft slither of clothing told him that Ianto was stripping but even as Jack started to look up, Ianto moved behind him and blindfolded him with his silk tie. Jack's cock was so hard he thought the skin might split. Ianto tenderly manoeuvred Jack onto the bed; he straddled Jack, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his gasping mouth and remove his blindfold. Even before Jack could respond, Ianto had captured his wrists and fastened them to the head of the bed with his ever versatile tie. Satisfied, Ianto leaned back on his heels allowing Jack to recover since the brief contact of his erection on his chest had been nearly enough to make Jack come.
Eyes fixed on Jack's face Ianto slowly stroked his erection, making Jack's hips jerk upwards desperate for warm friction of his hand. With his other hand he reached round behind himself and carefully slid his fingers inside himself. Jack's eyes widened and darkened with lust as he watched his young lover coat his fingers with the lubricant he had been modified to produce and a he let out a definite whimper as Ianto the used his lubed fingers to probe and prepare the restrained man below him.
Jack's breathing hitched s he felt the blunt head of Ianto's penis pressing against his pulsing entrance. Ianto leant forward and softly caressed Jack's face and then, with no other warning pushed forcefully into Jack's body. Jack knew he wouldn't last long, and the look on Ianto's face suggested that he wouldn't be far behind. Jack arched his body to allow Ianto to thrust deeper into him and gasped as he felt Ianto's come in strong pulsing wave inside him, harder and hotter than Jack remembered, modified his melting brain supplied as his own ejaculate spattered between them.
'Gods, Yan' panted Jack, shuddering as Ianto grasped his wilting cock and skilfully manipulated him back to full hardness, straddled him and impaled himself on Jack's now straining cock. Jack screamed something filthy in a language that he had forgotten he spoke. Ianto leant forward and captured his mouth in a searing and dominating kiss and Jack was only marginally aware that he was being untied.
As soon as his hands were free, Jack wrapped them around Ianto and twisted them so that the younger man was beneath him. Jack leant forward and caught one of Ianto's nipples between his teeth causing him to jerk beneath him. 'My turn, now' growled Jack as he set up a punishing pace as he pounded into Ianto, making sure to nail his prostate with every strong thrust. Ianto's eyes rolled back into his head and he came strongly between their sweating bodies. The look of complete ecstasy on Ianto's face and the feeling of his muscles clenching tightly around him, milking his throbbing cock pushed Jack into an intense orgasm that whited out his vision as he screamed Ianto's name
When he came back to himself he was sprawled across Ianto's chest. The young man was lazily combing his fingers through Jacks hair. Jack softly blew across Ianto's sweaty chest and watched his nipples perk up to attention and felt him shudder against him Jack grinned as he remember Owen explaining that the Ta'qoth had increased the nerve supply to all erogenous zones, the blood supply to Ianto's penis and increased his stamina. Experimentally, Jack extended his tongue and licked the nipple nearest to him, chuckling as he felt Ianto's cock begin to press insistently into his thigh. Rolling his eyes, Ianto reached down and enclosed both their penises in his hot, clever hands; Jack kissed him intently, sucking Ianto's tongue into his mouth, scrapping it with his teeth. Together they slowly bought each other to climax, hands moving faster and breathing became more heated and they came together, Jack's face buried into the curve of Ianto's neck, Ianto biting into Jacks' heaving shoulder. Eventually they fell towards sleep tangled up together, sweat and semen drying between them, Ianto mouthing kisses onto Jack's shoulder. As sleep took them Jack mumbled quietly 'I wish you could tell me how you feel, cariad'
Jack had no idea how long he slept, it was Ianto shifting in his sleep that jolted him awake. Ianto was laying half on top of him, his hand protectively cupping Jack's balls and a small pool of drool forming in the hollow of Jack's collar bone. Smiling happily Jack slowly stretched purring silently as he felt a welcome and familiar burning ache at the base of his back. Their coupling had been perfect, jack mused, a frantic and almost brutal reconnection and reclamation of what each possessed in the other was exactly what they both needed and what Jack had longed for. Jack knew that there would be time and opportunity for more gentle love making but Ianto had made it perfectly clear to his lover that they were back together. Jack tenderly ran his fingers over Ianto's soft skin in silent gratitude.
Much as Jack wanted to stay pinioned under Ianto forever, he had woken up with a raging thirst. Moving slowly and circumspectly he slid out from under the sleeping man, smiling as Ianto immediately sprawled out into the space he had vacated, and padded quietly to the kitchen. As he straightened up from foraging in the fridge, a chilled bottle of water in his hand, Jack's attention was caught by a sheet of A4 paper, placed precisely in the centre of the kitchen table. Groping behind him, Jack blindly placed the bottle on the counter top behind him and, with trembling hands picked the paper up. Both sides were covered with Ianto's neat hand writing, the same single sentence over and over again
I love you, Jack.
Jack carefully placed the sheet of paper back in the middle of the table, smoothing it out as if it was the most precious document he had ever seen. He stood remembering the terror and suicidal panic that Gwen had initiated in Ianto simply by trying to force him to write something down. He thought about the courage and discipline and sheer need it must have taken for Ianto to force himself to break his Ta'qoth training, simply to communicate to Jack the single most important thing in the universe that Ianto wanted him to know.
It was too much and Jack Harkness, strong brave Jack who had not allowed himself to once break down throughout the entire episode of Ianto's kidnap, enslavement and gradual recovery stood naked and shivering in Ianto's small kitchen with tears pouring down his face, both hands over his mouth to stifle his heart wrenching sobs.
Then...a miracle. Two pale arms wrapped around his waist, long slim fingers tracing an eternity symbol on his belly, a tall, lean, warm body pressed against his back. A soft Welsh voice, a little rusty from misuse but still beautiful nonetheless, whispered in his ear, breath tickling his neck, 'please don't cry, Jack. I never want to make you cry. I love you'
And Jack knew, with complete and utter certainty that everything was going to be alright.
~~~~ Fin ~~~~
