Faddau 'm

a Torchwood story

by RoadrunnerGER

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, I just borrowed them from the BBC.

A/N: Thank you so much for the nice welcome in the Torchwood fandom. :D I hope you'll enjoy the second part as much as the first part. I was not entirely sure about the rating, though. Guess it's a strong T, bordering on M, due to Ianto's reaction to Jack's surprise. Just so that you know. Enjoy.

You will find the translations for the Welsh parts at the end of the chapter. I don't speak Welsh, so if something should be wrong blame the translation machine. Thanks to bammi1 for beta-reading. Enjoy.

Making up

It was all Ianto could do not to panic.

The darkness swallowing him was complete. In vain he tried to open the door. It was locked. Pounding against it was pointless, he would only hurt himself.

"No!" Ianto screamed, leaning against the heavy door. He knew that he would not be heard upstairs in the Hub. "Jack!"

With a quick tearing sound a single light appeared, the light of a lit match.

Ianto stared at it in wonder as it was lowered over a candle. A moment later the burning candle was the straw Ianto was clinging to in the scary darkness of the vault's chamber. He gazed at it with wonder until he realized that the match did not light up by itself.

But who else other than him could still be here?

"Jack?" Ianto asked and rage mingled with the fear in his voice.

He got no answer, but one after the other more candles lit up until they shone their warm light over the whole table they were standing on. Except for the candles Ianto could now see two plates, cutlery and glasses, and bowls with food.

He swallowed.

One second later Ianto berated himself. You won't fall for this lousy attempt to placate you, will you, Ianto Jones? If Jack thinks that he'll get off the hook with dinner he's in the wrong.

More candles in big candleholders on the wall started and turned the dark chamber into a friendly dining room.

Once more Ianto swallowed.

Now he could see Jack who did not wear his greatcoat anymore. What he had hidden underneath were black trousers, a dark red shirt and a black, shimmering vest. That outfit made him look so hot that Ianto almost forgot his rage.

Almost.

"How dare you play such a game with me!" he bellowed. "You think that's funny, too, don't you?"

"No, Ianto. I don't think it's funny," Jack replied in a subdued tone. "But I was scared that you would leave if I'd simply invite you to stay."

You're not that wrong with that assumption, Ianto thought miserably.

Jack could read it in his features. He probably made his Welshman feel worse than better and the thought corded up his throat. Jack knew that Ianto had every reason to be mad at him. He had abandoned him to go with the Doctor and when he returned and they started to develop their relationship he had promised him not to leave him again. He did not leave, but his thoughtlessness was just as bad and Jack knew that. Desperately the captain tried to remember what he wanted to tell Ianto. He did not want to make it worse than it was anyway.

Then the words were back.

"Anghofiais 'ch ben-blwydd," Jack stated plain and simple. "Edifara, Ianto. Dwi fel 'n chwith. Blesio faddau 'm, cariad. Mae na ddiheura."

Ianto was taken completely aback. His jaw dropped and he was absolutely sure that he gave an incredibly dumb impression. The reason for his shock was not that Jack confessed that he forgot his birthday. It was not that he insisted on being sorry and asked his forgiveness. And it also was not that he admitted that there was no excuse.

No, it was the fact that Jack spoke Welsh that pulled the rug from under him and his anger about the way Jack had lured him down here evaporated.

"Y-you speak… Welsh," he stuttered.

An insecure grin crept on Jack's features. The horror now reflected in Ianto's features was priceless.

"Yes, I do. I've been living in Cardiff since 1869. I would assume that somewhere along the line I would have learned Welsh."

"So… you…" Ianto suddenly could not speak anymore.

"I what, cariad?" Jack asked, his voice still filled with doubt and insecurity.

"You… u-understood everything…"

"What you were saying in Welsh whenever you wanted no one to hear it?" Jack tried to complete his lover's sentence and saw Ianto blush, adorably. Now he could not stop himself from smirking. "Yes, I did."

"Cechwch."

Jack laughed out loud. "I love it when you curse in Welsh."

Ianto stared at him indignantly.

"No, really, Ianto," Jack told him with a warm smile and in a loving tone. "I always love to hear your voice, your deep timbre," his voice took on a seductive note, "your Welsh accent and especially your Welsh." By now Jack's voice was low and flirtatious. "The words are rolling from your lips like ambrosia and…"

"And now you're making a fool of yourself," Ianto tried to stop him. Jack's sudden romantic trace caught him off guard and made him feel uncomfortable.

"…and I'd give my life to taste it," Jack finished his sentence anyway. The way he looked at Ianto gave away clearly what he had in mind.

"Easy for you to say," Ianto blurted out and regretted it at once as he saw Jack's features crumble.

"What? That I'd give my immortality for you?" Jack asked. "You think I'd say something like that thoughtlessly?"

Ianto had the decency to lower his gaze and blush. "No, of course not."

Jack looked well and truly hurt. Still he knew what he had to do. Tapping on his wristband he unlocked the door.

"Will you sit with me and have dinner?" he asked. "Maybe we can talk…"

The words hung between them and thickened the air in the vault. For a second Ianto was tempted to just turn and leave, but in the next second he felt horrible for even having thought about leaving. Wordlessly he approached the table and sat down opposite of Jack's place. He heard a faint sigh of relief just before the captain sank in his chair, too.

"You didn't prepare that yourself, did you?" Ianto asked as he let his gaze wander over the food.

"No," Jack admitted. "But it's not Chinese takeout either."

Actually it was Italian, with pasta and veal, from one of the best known restaurants of Cardiff. A bowl with grapes and a plate with bits of cheese completed their dinner. Delicious smells assaulted Ianto's nose and he suddenly felt how hungry he was.

But before he could give in to his appetite his attention was drawn to Jack again who held out a small parcel to him.

"'N ddedwydd ben-blwydd, cariad," Jack wished him happy birthday.

Ianto stared first at the little wrapped box and then at Jack who smiled at him, insecure now, not knowing how his gift would be received. So Ianto took the present and unwrapped it. When he opened the lid he gasped.

In the middle of a velvet pad lay a silver pendant on a silver necklace. The ornament was intriguing and in the weave of silver strands was a clear container that held a sparkling, light beige substance.

"What is that?" Ianto wanted to know.

"Sand," Jack rasped.

Ianto could hear that it was hard for him to talk at all. He was short of getting choked up with emotion.

"Sand?" Ianto echoed.

"Yeah." Jack stared at him with a look Ianto could not determine. Grief, love and fear seemed to mingle with each other. "From the beach on Boeshane."

Whoa!

Ianto's insides churned. Sand from Boeshane? From a distant planet? Out of another time? From the place where Jack was born.

"I can't accept that," Ianto said.

"Sure you can," Jack insisted and got up from his place. He took the necklace out of its case and went to stand beside Ianto.

"No. Jack, please," Ianto warded off as Jack tried to put the necklace around his neck. He took it out of his hand and placed it back in the case. "I understand that you want to give me something special, something that connects me with you… But that… Jack, that's way too important for you."

"No, Ianto, you don't understand," Jack whispered and squatted down beside him. One hand rested on Ianto's shoulder, the other on his knee. "You once asked me if I have ever loved." He paused. "Yes, I did. I loved Estelle, and I loved others before her. Estelle was special. She was so beautiful and graceful. I loved her at first sight. We had a wonderful time together."

For a moment Jack had to stop, overwhelmed by his emotions. When he finally could continue his voice was hoarse.

"That's why I left her," he admitted. "I loved her so much that I wanted to do what was best for her and so I walked away. She deserved a husband who truly loved her, who would stand by her… and grow old beside her. That's why I left. That she never found a new love tears my heart apart."

And hearing his beloved Jack talk like that in that subdued tone ripped Ianto's heart to pieces.

"I'm past that now. I can't walk away from you, Ianto, not even if I wanted to."

The pain in Jack's eyes and voice made Ianto's insides constrict. He felt a hard lump where his stomach should be and he wondered if that was what his mother called the throes of love.

"Jack," he rasped, reaching out for him.

With a flicker of hope lighting his eyes Jack shifted closer to him and let Ianto rest his hand on his shoulder. He felt it move, the fingers caressing his neck and playing with his hairline. So Jack could not resist either. His left hand that he had put for stabilisation on Ianto's right thigh moved up toward his hip and wandered around his back.

"I'm so sorry, Ianto," he said lowly, almost subdued. "I should…"

"You were stressed out saving the planet. Once more."

"Still I should have found a few seconds…" he lifted his hand from Ianto's shoulder to hold it up and stop him interrupting him again, "to let you know that I thought of your birthday… and… how m-much I love you." Staring into Ianto's eyes he begged for his understanding. When he spoke again his voice was trembling with emotion. "Please forgive me, Ianto."

Ianto could do nothing but gaze back at him, captivated by his pleading blue eyes and the pained expression on his face. All of a sudden he realized that Jack honestly felt he had let him down. Sure, Ianto had been disappointed and hurt when Jack did not offer him a single word or hug, but then again they were in a life-threatening situation and he pushed his feelings aside. Then they were back home, the planet saved and the Doctor and his TARDIS gone, but still Jack did not remember, did not come to him and did not do anything that even roughly resembled congratulations or good wishes, not even a fleeting hug.

So did he honestly not remember? It looks like that. He forgot and is torturing himself over it. Poor Jack.

His own pain dissipated with the sight of his suffering lover and his defences crumbled.

"Faddaua 'ch, anwylyd," Ianto murmured, granting Jack his wish for forgiveness and pulling him in for a hug. "A cara 'ch, anwylyd asgre'."

"Cara 'ch, hefyd, cariad," Jack whispered in his ear.

They were close, so close. Ianto sensed Jack's hot breath on his cheek. His lips followed as he ever so lightly teased his way to Ianto's mouth. Bending his head back Ianto withdrew for a second, but he could not stay away. It was impossible.

Sparks flew when their lips met in a featherlight kiss that lasted for almost a minute before the heat consumed them and they sealed their confessions of love with a deep and passionate kiss.

Once they parted Ianto was gasping for breath. Chills shot down his back and where Jack's hands touched him they seemed to burn his flesh. Heat rose inside of him and he felt a desperate need for his lover rise with it. For another few seconds he just got lost in Jack's eyes before he abandoned all restraints and grabbed for Jack's braces to pull him to his chest again.

Ianto did not wait for Jack's lips to find his own. He pressed his mouth on Jack's and kissed him forcefully, desperately. Holding Jack with one arm wrapped around the back of his neck Ianto pulled on the braces to remove them. He changed the arm he was holding him with to get off the second brace to go for the vest and shirt buttons next.

Whoa! Jack was taken by surprise but did not mind it at all. Go, Ianto, go!

And Ianto went for what he desired.

They still held the kiss when he shoved the shirt off Jack's shoulders and pulled it out of his trousers to throw it away. Once more his arms wrapped around Jack to hold him tight. Their mouths seemed to be locked on each other, Jack hardly being left a chance to explore Ianto this time. The young Welshman was so determined to convince Jack that he forgave him that he rather assaulted him, his kiss being demanding bordering on force.

Then Ianto reached for Jack's belt, unbuckling it with one quick jerk, accidentally removing the button that flew away in a big bow.

You're quite impatient, cariad, Jack thought. I love that.

Jack felt his zipper being opened roughly and his trousers slide down his legs. Ianto clung to him with desperation, never letting off kissing him. Before Jack even knew it he was stumbling backwards and fell over the trousers pooling around his ankles. He went down with a thud, Ianto landing on top of him.

Myfanwy!

Jack laughed into Ianto's mouth at the memory and felt Ianto chuckle, too.

What might be different today if we would have kissed that night in the warehouse? Jack wondered. Would I have hired him in the first place? Or would I just have taken him home and shagged him? Maybe it would have been a wonderful night, but he most likely would not fill the important role he has today as our archivist. And he became an awesome field agent, too.

Pride filled Jack's heart as he remembered his lover in a much different situation, about to be killed by the aliens that came through the wider and wider opening rift. Instinctively his hold on Ianto tightened.

But Ianto was having none of it. Wrestling out of Jack's embrace he took his arms and rolled him over.

Jack gasped with surprise.

His feet still trapped he could not do much to free himself, especially not after Ianto grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind his back, holding it there as he positioned himself over his lover. Bending down he kissed the back of Jack's neck, nuzzling his way down to his shoulder where he sank his teeth in the immortal's flesh, making Jack groan with pain.

Ianto chuckled as he heard Jack mumble something about a brutal teaboy, but he did not care. His fingernails left dark traces on Jack's back as he drew his hands over his torso. But you still like it, huh? Ianto thought. I'm quite sure you enjoy it.

Again he bent down over Jack to caress, tease and torture him in turns with his lips and teeth. Whenever Ianto left tickling trails of kisses on his skin Jack moaned with pleasure. When he scraped his back or bit him Jack groaned. Just somehow both sounds soon were not that different anymore. Yes, Jack enjoyed Ianto's painful assault on his body.

"Ianto!" he panted with rising pleasurable agony. "I… neeeed…!"

"Need what, Jack?" Ianto asked between heavy gasps for breath.

"Need… y-you…"

Ianto understood at once and reached for his own belt. Freeing himself just took seconds. Then Ianto wrapped his arm around Jack to take his juice to prepare him with.

"A cara 'ch, glas chreuau," Ianto murmured against Jack's back. "Afaeli 'm asgre forever, anwylyd."

Jack shuddered under Ianto's touches. With the next he bucked.

"Now!" he begged. "Do… it now, cariad!"

"You're not prepared properly!" Ianto told him. "I won't do that. I'd hurt you!"

"Exactly!" Jack panted back. "Now, Ianto! Now! Please!"

His hips moved up to meet him, desperate to find his lover. But Ianto hesitated. He was not ready to do that without preparation.

"Ianto!" Jack screamed when the young Welshman did not react. "C'mon!"

We're on the floor! We're on the bloody floor! On the floor of the vaults! I can't do that!

But the next push against his crotch was too much, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body. Ianto was not able to control himself anymore. He just wanted to give in to the agonizing desire he felt and being offered the back passage like that he could not resist… and did not either. Another second later he was surprised how readily he was received by Jack.

They fell into the same rhythm at once, their heat rising with each of Ianto's thrusts until their intense pleasure exploded in combined screams of release. For a moment Ianto just held on to Jack, revelling in what they had shared, then he started to caress him again. Jack moaned.

"You were incredible, cariad," Jack whispered. "Thank you."

Ianto chuckled. "I don't think that I ever got thanked for… doing that."

Beneath him Jack twisted his body to turn on his back. Once he managed that he stared up at Ianto with a mixture of amusement and wonder.

"I love you, cariad."

"And I love you, too, anwylyd," Ianto replied and grew thoughtful. "You know what?"

"What?" Jack asked as expected.

"I'm hungry. As that meal is served and waiting we shouldn't waste it." Before Jack could voice anything Ianto got up and removed his remaining clothes. "Don't bother dressing before we eat dinner," the Welshman said.

Jack grinned widely. Oh, he loved that idea. Freeing himself of his shoes and trousers he got up from the cold floor. His skin was reddened with feverish passion and when he turned to go back to his place Ianto saw dark marks left by his own teeth and fingernails grace his back.

He looks magnificent with those marks, Ianto thought. Somehow it's a shame that they won't last for long.

Both men sat down at the table again and helped themselves to big helpings of pasta. Ianto smirked at Jack, waiting for his response to what he did to him. It came instantly as suddenly brightening eyes.

"I didn't know your feet are as talented as your hands," Jack rasped with passion. Then a wolfish grin spread on his face and he shrugged his eyebrows suggestively. "Or your mouth."

Ianto grinned even wider. "You don't know me that well, after all, do you?" he teased around a mouthful of pasta.

That made Jack laugh out loud.

"Teach me," he challenged Ianto, nodding to a corner of the chamber. There in the deep shadows stood a bed, waiting for them.

Jack got no answer, but around Ianto's lips played a knowing smile as he chewed on his next bite of pasta, a smile promising a night to remember.

tbc…

A/N: Okay, with adding the third chapter the rating will be changed to M. So think of that change when you look for it.

Faddau 'm - forgive me

"Anghofiais 'ch ben-blwydd," Jack stated plain and simple. "Edifara, Ianto. Dwi fel 'n chwith. Blesio faddau 'm, cariad. Mae na ddiheura."

"I forgot your birthday," Jack stated plain and simple. "I am sorry, Ianto. I am so sorry. Please forgive me, my love. There is no excuse."

Faddaua 'ch, anwylyd. - I forgive you, love.

Cechwch - shit

glas chreuau - blue eyes

'n ddedwydd ben-blwydd - happy birthday

"A cara 'ch, glas chreuau," Ianto whispered. "Afaeli 'm asgre forever, anwylyd."

"I love you, blue eyes," Ianto whispered. "You hold my heart forever, love."