38
Jack had woken to a cold side of the bed and he went seeking Tiger.
He had thought Ianto might have gone up to his studio to set some things up but it was eerily silent and dark, the shadows long across the room with just the moonlight making the huge round stained glass window hit the back wall, the rose in the midle a blood red.
Jack looked at it and was reminded of the Hub for the first time and he smiled as he already saw a desk up in his old spot. Seems he was going to be invited to Join Ianto up here in their own wee Torchwood Office. He walked over to some cardboard boxes and crouched, not surprised to see some of his own pieces of tech that must have been salvaged from the old Hub or probably stolen knowing his light fingered sweetling, his hands pausing as he found something that seemed freshly placed from Ianto's bedroom given the smell of the shirt it had been wrapped in.
His coral.
Jack sat for a while cradling it in his arms, overcome with the small act Ianto had performed in stealing this from goddess knows where in the hopes of returning it to him some day. It was such a comfort to know that somewhere in his mind he had always hoped to reunite.
Speaking of which, where the hell is he?
Jack placed the coral in the moonlight, the stand Ianto had made a sturdy one made with care and he was once more taken with this, turning to walk to the window where he looked out over the water.
What was that?
Jack stepped closer to the glass where it was clear around a rosebud and peered out. The pier was clearly visible in the moonlight as was the figure standing at the end looking out into the bay. Jack felt his heart pounding in his mouth as the figure stretched and then turned and he knew in that moment it was Ianto.
Nothing else in the known verse moved like him, liquid.
Jack could see him ... so could anyone else and Jack was on alert, scanning the distant shore for any sign of muzzle flash or anything.
Why was he out there?
Then Ianto stretched again and the liquid became a writhing mass that hunched down and disappeared in the rising mist from the water that flowed over the docks. Gods, he was amazing to watch.
Then Jack searched the grounds he could see, trying to see where Ianto was now and the breath on the back of his neck had his knees go weak.
"What are you doing Cariad?"
"I could ask you the same thing kitty cat" Jack gasped with lust.
"Fran" Ianto answered, his hands sliding around from behind as Ianto plastered himself to Jack's back to warm himself against the furnace of a man. That Boeshanninan blood was so lovely.
"Fran?"
"I had placed some motion sensors and she wants to see how humans look in the dark, different moods and weathers. I was deliberately letting her see the size someone would be in certain places." Ianto explained "She was curious about the terrain so I walked about with the PDA as well."
"So she's happy now?"
"For now, you know Fran, she will probably want me out in a bloody lightening storm getting electrocuted next" Ianto sighed as his lips sucked Jack's earlobe into his mouth, "Are we really gonna stand here talking when you are buck naked in my wee space? You come into my den without any protection sir?"
Jack laughed softly as those fingers did such naughty things, then Jack leaned back letting Ianto lower him to the mattress by the wall.
"Oh Ianto" Jack moaned as Ianto breached him, his need as great as his own and they rocked and rolled as the mist encapsulated the house as if they were being taken to another realm.
Ianto and Jack knew their breathing had synchronised as they heartbeats probably had as well, the term 'like riding a bike' came to mind and Jack started to giggle as he tried to pant out loud the phrase but Ianto knew already, his 'ring the bell' not helping Jack's attempts not to laugh.
Only Ianto could do this, debauch and emasculate white making Jack feel so dammed sexy and godlike all at the same time.
An enigma.
His enigma.
Finally they felt that click they wanted, here in their own den.
Home.