Title: Something Unpredictable (Chapter 3/?)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, mpreg
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Description: Jack finds himself with a 51st century predicament in a 21st century world.
Words: 2,845
A/N: Thanks for waiting, guys! This chapter is very Kavin-related, but I have this guy in my head that won't leave. Enjoy, and as always, feedback is appreciated.
Chapter 3
Ianto awoke to the sound of Jack rustling in the kitchen, as usual. He hadn't expected him to stay through the night, let alone the morning, but it was a welcome surprise considering his usual morning routine. Before he slowly crept in through the kitchen, he pulled on a pair of pajama trousers over his bare body to fight the cold. Jack didn't notice as he was munching on a bowl of porridge, his eyes spread out across the newspaper. Ianto admired him from afar and walked closer, softening the Captain's hair back.
Jack looked up just then and smiled softly, looking back up at to the younger man standing above him before speaking quietly. "Morning. Sleep soundly?"
"Like a dream," Ianto mumbled, taking a seat at the table. "And you?"
Jack waved his hand and changed the subject. "It's seven-thirty, so I figure we can be back to the Hub by eight – is that a problem?"
"No, eight. Perfect." Ianto sat up slightly straighter, slipping slightly back into work mode now. Just because Jack sat in front of him in nothing but his white undershirt and loose trousers didn't mean he could bypass the job at hand. Ianto stood up to his feet and wandered his eyes along Jack's figure.
"Suppose I should take a shower now…" The younger man mused, one of his fingers drawing circles around the table. "Care to join me?"
Porridge stuck to Jack's lip as he looked back up at Ianto, and there were flecks of oats between a few of his teeth as he smiled wider. "Oh, would I?"
Ianto watched Jack carefully before bounding up to his feet and running out of the room as the Captain chased around him. Laughs ensued while Jack caught him, planted him against the bed directly behind him, and peeled away the thin layer of clothing from the back of him, all the while giving his bum a proper – and possibly well-deserved – smack.
"You never learned the meaning of coy, did you? Not once, Jack?" Ianto said through a laugh before he stepped back on to Jack's foot and opened the door to his bathroom. The door was ajar for Jack's amusement as Ianto started up the shower, and while Jack watched, he rid himself of his own clothing.
By the time Jack was entirely bare and wandering into the shower, Ianto was already giving himself a proper rinse from head to toe, his eyes shut as the scalding hot water hit his back. Jack gave his cock a few swift, deliberate pulls as he licked his lips and prowled closer to the front side of him. Ianto was aware of his presence as he slid his fingers over his chest and opened his eyes to look back at him.
Neither man had even brushed their teeth as they unanimously leaned in for a kiss, only intensified by the rising mist and close quarters. Ianto breathed Jack in, savoring each moment, and Jack responded anxiously, his hands exploding down the curve of Ianto's back. Jack's fingers tip toed lower and lower, all the while, before he grazed his arse softly and bit at his ear. Jack was quiet as he wet his fingers and slid them slowly down Ianto's crack.
Ianto grunted instantly, kissing Jack harder and thrusting against his hips all the while. Jack smiled and turned two of his fingers in, sliding in one after another, before taking his cock in his own hand to give it a few jerks. Ianto's hands held tight to Jack's shoulders, his fingernails jabbing to skin and applying a hair of pressure, enough to drive Jack over the edge.
"Don't waste time, it's of the essence," croaked the younger man, and Jack pulled his fingers and squeezed Ianto's leg. Just then, Jack pulled Ianto under the water and smothered him into a deeper kiss, all his energy wrapped up in one deliberate act to pleasure him. Jack jerked his cock harder against Ianto and turned his head away to brush away the trickling water.
"Take me," Ianto mumbled, and Jack nodded, shoving him against the back of the shower, turning him around, and breathing softly into his ear. It wasn't long before Jack arched Ianto's hips back and took him right there. The moment locked, and everything was a blur. A beautiful blur.
Kavin had returned to Jack's doorstep an hour after leaving the pub, stumbling for sanity and warm arms to crash into. Jack let him in, but not without an explanation that sent them into the early hours of the morning. In the end, however, nobody went to bed angry.
Two weeks passed with a strange rhythm. Kavin was home now, though the void between him and Jack was stretching. The inevitable was coming closer, and Kavin could see it. He saw the whole of the universe at times, and it was so much bigger than New New York or anything mankind currently knew.
They would come to get him some day, he would be spotted in a crowd of dozen and he would have to keep running farther and farther. He knew it.
The covers pulled back slowly, and Kavin climbed out from under them. Sleep had not been his friend as of late. He looked back at Jack – Darion – and frowned slightly, nearly pulling his hand into his, but his feet padded the floor and he heaved his tired body up.
And there sat Jack's vortex manipulator all of six feet away. Kavin's eyed were fixed and glazed with so much confliction and temptation, a feeling that had begun to itch at him from the very night he'd returned from the pub. Jack hadn't put it on in months in part to the swelling, as well as the fact that he couldn't nor wouldn't time travel, for obvious reasons. It had surprised Kavin at first that it was lying at the corner of his dresser in plain sight. Now, it taunted him and all of his inner thoughts.
Jump, his mind told him, jump and take it and hide it. Kavin shook his head and let out a bitter sigh. His hand lifted yet dropped again. He glanced to Jack and crossed his arms again. This, this little thing – Jack would notice, and yet…
Before Kavin could take it back, it was in his palm and then slipping into the pocket of a pair of trousers. He looked back at his lover again, just in case, and slipped from the bedroom. He continued to wander farther into the familiar flat, his eyes scanning over the silhouette of Jack's belongings. Stupid fools, they bought a crib, and neither of them had returned it yet, or any of it. It hardly seemed real yet though. The very thought made his own skin crawl.
The vortex manipulator slid through his fingers; he sighed from his nostrils. He was closer now, so much closer.
The Captain's heavy, cumbersome body leaned against Ianto's limbs, both men shivering and clinging closer and closer as they pulled themselves together. Ianto wobbled on his legs, perfectly debauched and content and he rinsed shampoo through his hair. Minutes later, he wrapped a towel around his hips and passed a smile over to Jack, waiting for him to come from the bathroom.
Jack was all of three steps from the door when his stomach gave a jerk and proceeded to rise up in his throat. He lunged toward the toilet and let it rip, his eyes burning as his throat wretched and body shivered. Ianto returned to him, his fingers creeping into his hair as he peeked over his shoulder. He'd picked up on Jack's sickness over the last couple of weeks, in particular, but he hadn't said a word. He only left to bring Jack a glass of water and bring him up to his feet.
Hands grazed Ianto's shoulder as Jack glanced down at the water glass, his eyes still tearing and bloodshot.
"Drink this," Ianto directed, shoving the glass into Jack's hand. That was an order, not an offer. Jack took the glass and a large swig, his face contorting in disgust.
"Think I need to lie down." Jack grumbled noises and nonsense all the way to the bed as his body lied back on it. It was time to go to work, yes, and he held up one finger as he waited for his head to stop spinning. "Give me a minute."
Ianto sat to the edge of his bed and brought his knee up to his chest, still as stark naked as the day was young. He smiled quietly as Jack lifted his finger to brush his cheek, and the younger man looked back at him. "Why not take a day off if you're not feeling well? We can manage without you for a day."
An uneasy smile graced Jack's lips at the consideration, but he shook his head. If he was going to be brooding in Ianto's flat, said owner of flat would be near him. And a day off on account of silly morning sickness was out of the question. Jack sat up and gave Ianto a chaste kiss before standing up to his feet. "No. Get ready, we're on our… oh, no."
Another stroke of dizziness shot through Jack, sending him right into the bathroom once again, one hand clutching his mouth, the other his stomach.
The morning sun finally rose at the start of a new day, and Kavin was on his fourth walk around the center of the city. It was relatively crowded, but he nudged past the packs of people coming and going about their daily lives. He was just beginning to develop a slight sweat even at seven in the morning, but he barely noticed. He had enough reasons to clear his mind – the name Darion, for one.
He walked past the crowds and bustle and tourism and past a dark alley, when a cool gust of wind brushed past him, enough to nearly have him trip on a crack in the ground. His eyes shot to the alley as the wind rustled, a suspicious light forming from behind a dumpster. He looked over his shoulder and stepped closer, stopping dead in his tracks as the sirens muted and the figure came into plain sight.
A box. A blue box in scripted with the word "police" in white letters. Kavin had never seen one of these before, and even if he had, it was only in pictures from days long ago and very much gone. He set his hand on the doorknob timidly and pushed it gently. To his surprise, it moved back, but just as a wiry man in a brown pinstripe suit sprung out and knocked him down on the ground.
"Oh geez, I hate it when that happens," the strange man said as he helped Kavin up to his feet. "There, you're all right, up you go."
Kavin eyed him up and down and raised his eyebrows then glanced at his blue box. "Who are you, what are you?"
The man opened his mouth to say something but crinkled his brow. "Listen—long story, I'd love to chat but I really ought to run. Bit of a rush, as you'll understand. Oh, you wouldn't know where to get a danish in this century, would you? The pastry, that is."
"Uh…" Kavin looked back at him peculiarly and shook his head. Before he could get another word in edgeways, the man began to sprint down the alleyway. Kavin followed after him, chasing him around the corner and brushing his hand over his shoulder. He felt a surge of energy that he caught in his throat, but he blinked away the sensation and brushed his fingers over his own forehead.
"I know you're busy, but all I want to know is—"
"Look, I'd really love to stay, but I've just got these things—horrific, blood and destruction and oogley things and babies on spikes. I really do… hate it when that happens. So I'd love to talk, but would you kindly—"
Kavin cut him off instantly. "Wait, I can help!"
The man opened his mouth again, as if he was to say something particularly relevant, but his lips curled around an "Ah, no." And he added, "Now go, please go, really. Thank you."
But Kavin was persistent. "Fine, but tell me your name. I'll go, I promise. That's all I want."
The man wasn't buying it, but he pointed his finger in his direction like a particularly sassy school teacher. "You promise?"
Kavin felt another punch of energy but smiled and nodded his head, growing utterly delirious. "Yes, yes, on my life, I swear to you."
Just desperate enough to get this boy to shoo off, the man let his guard down, shook Kavin's hand, and smiled his most shit eating grin. "There you are. Hello! I'm the Doctor. Not Doctor Smith, not Doctor Jones, just the Doctor."
Kavin's mouth was practically locked to the ground as he passively shook the Doctor's hand. He, he could barely speak. "What was that you came in?"
"My TARDIS. And you are?" The Doctor eyed him up and down, slightly suspicious, but he'd run into more than enough humans in his life who took what he said at face value. Nothing ever came of it. Besides, it was anything to get this strange man off of his back.
He was almost too bleary eyed to respond. "I… it's Kavin."
"Kavin!"
Kavin practically jumped from his skin, but the Doctor continued before giving him a pat on the arm and rushing off. "Good name, Kavin, love to stay and talk. Have to run!"
He disappeared into the distance, blocks and blocks ahead of where he and Kavin originally stood. Kavin could still feel the rush inside of him, and he wondered if, for a split second, the Doctor could, too. As he glanced over his shoulder, he looked at the TARDIS. Curiosity got the best of him as he walked back toward it and looked it up and down, feeling his hand across the worn wood.
His eyes shut as he felt a warm glow around himself, his hand still to the side of the blue box. He felt his hand around for the doorknob and noticed the door was still open ajar. The Doctor had never gotten around to locking it, and it must have stayed open after their awkward meet. Curiosity got the best of Kavin and he pushed the door in. It nearly took his breath away – every knob and button and bell and whistle. It was an older model, but oh, it was beautiful and took his breath away. He closed his eyes and took it in, the magnitude, the ambiguity. The familiarity.
A TARDIS. The Doctor's TARDIS. Kavin knew a way to get out.
"You can't go to work; I'll call in and tell the others in a couple of hours. Lie down. I don't care if the world is ending…" Ianto directed as Jack wobbled from the bathroom, stubborn as the day long and back in a pair of trousers to fight the cold.
Jack let out a stubborn sigh but sat down at the edge of the bed, watching Ianto as he went into the next room to fetch another glass of water. Never mind the consequences, he had to tell him. He couldn't keep pretending, not for a moment.
He pulled Ianto beside him as he handed him the water, looking intently into his eyes with an intense, longing glance that would soon turn apologetic. Jack was never one for sentiments, but he took the bemused young man's hand and gave it a soft pat. Ianto grew increasingly tense and raised his eyebrows.
"Jack?"
For one of the first times in his long, highly irregular life, Jack was nearly speechless. "Ianto…"
Kavin turned the lock behind him and took in a sharp, nervous breath as he felt for the vortex manipulator deep in his pocket. He wasn't going to steal the TARDIS – he hardly wanted a Time Lord tracking him down across time and space, but he certainly knew what it was capable of.
He pulled the fob watch from his other pocket and stared down at it, glazed with anxiety and temptation – anxious for the future, scared as hell where he'd end up, ashamed to disappear, devastated to never see his lover again nor the 51st century. All this time waiting to breathe his true identity back into him. He couldn't waste any time… no. He would absorb the time vortex, regenerate anew, resign his DNA back into a human, and get the hell out of there. It was risky, it would have to be quick, and he could easily get sick, but yes, it was now. It was now or never.
"Bye, Darion," he whispered, the edge of his fingernail popping open the lid.