Sorry this has taken so long, lifes sucked recently. But here is the unbeta'd chapter 7. Enjoy
Stalked 7
Jack awoke first, laying in that wonderful big bed, with Ianto cuddled up to his body. Jack noticed how well they fit, Ianto's head was resting on his shoulder, his hair tickling Jack's chin, his arms flung around Jack's body and their legs entangled. Jack had never felt something so right.
He felt the dried cum on himself it was getting a bit itchy now but Jack could care less. This all felt so right, so natural that he almost wondered when it would end. Hopefully not for a very long time. He wanted to spend Ianto's life just like this, in a beautiful loving embrace.
Jack indulged himself slightly, running his hands through Ianto's wonderfully messy hair and rubbing the bare skin, down the Welshman's arms, his back, his arse cheeks. He heard a slight moan from Ianto who looked to be having VERY pleasant dreams.
"Jack," Ianto groaned slightly as his eyes barely opened, blinking sluggishly trying to work out where he was.
"Morning gorgeous." Jack said flirtatiously.
"Is it?" Ianto asked burying his face into Jack's neck.
"Is it morning? Yes, Gorgeous, you absolutely are." Jack replied smiling lightly and caressing the warm flesh of Ianto's back and torso.
Ianto groaned happily as his muscles relaxed even further under Jack's wonderful hands. Those slightly callous palms rubbing his muscles was so sensual and relaxing he felt like melting into a puddle of goo. Or maybe he just wouldn't move at all.
The room was lit with a dim glow, a soft light which Ianto found quite relaxing after waking from his sated slumber. He nuzzled Jack's shoulder lightly, placing dainty kisses against the warm skin.
"You are mellow in the morning." Jack commented, running his hands through Ianto's messy hair, smiling as it curled the more he played with it.
"I'm mellow after sex Jack. Sated, sore and completely relaxed." Ianto responded making a little mewing noise as Jack continued.
"Nice to know you like it." Jack responded with a large smile.
"Yeah, mellow and me only really happen after good sex. Hurts like a bitch though." Ianto mumbled sighing gently as one of Jacks hands moved to rub soothing circles on his lower back making the ache so much more bearable.
"Did I hurt you?" Jack asked his voice steady though he silently hoped he hadn't hurt Ianto to much.
"Not really, just been a while, what nearly a year since we last had sex, I haven't been with anyone else so, just hurt a little that's all. It'll go away soon." Ianto soothed rubbing Jacks chest, lightly caressing the immortal mans nipple.
"Good, I never want to hurt you." Jack said his breathing getting a little bit ragged as Ianto teased his chest.
"What time is it?" Ianto asked.
"6 am." Jack replied looking at his wrist strap.
"Good, plenty of time for a shower and a good cup of coffee. Want to join me?" Ianto asked smirking.
"Read my mind." Jack said forcing himself upright and stretching lazily.
Ianto licked his lips slightly at the display and his eyes raked across Jacks body adoringly. "Shower." Ianto said shaking his head slightly.
"Come on, to the locker room." Jack said with grand arm gestures which caused Ianto to giggle slightly.
Jack smiled at getting the other to laugh. Even if it was just with campy arm gestures. He watched Ianto tentatively stand up, wincing at the cold floor beneath him. Jack sympathised but he was more used to it having resided within the hub for so long.
"My show's tonight." Ianto said as they made their way to the showers, the locker rooms housed them both another change of clothes although Ianto decided he needed to go home to get some more clothes or he'd run out very quickly.
"When and where?" Jack asked smiling, he couldn't wait to watch him give a real performance.
"9 tonight at X:it bar, the gay club by the bay." Ianto said smiling brightly.
Jack knew the bar, just about anyone who knew about a gay scene in Cardiff, knew X:it. It was quite small but it had the atmosphere of a large stadium, it was intimate and impressive.
"You all set for it?" Jack asked as they entered the locker room. Holding open a stall door for Ianto to enter ahead of him.
"Yeah, I've got my songs sorted. I have 14 to perform, over an hour. I'm only glad I don't have to do more. At least I have a nice mix of songs." Ianto said stepping into the shower stall and turning the tap as Jack entered behind him, pulling the door closed solidly and locking it. Turning to nuzzle Ianto's neck and lightly nip the tempting flesh.
"I can't wait to see it." Jack said as the water cascaded over them, relaxing their bodies. Jack picked up a bottle of generic shampoo, he never paid much attention to it really and lathered some into Ianto's hair. Massaging his scalp and allowing himself to indulge in gently cleaning the young man.
Ianto relaxed into Jacks hands, his own slipping back to run up Jack's torso lightly, barely contacting his skin but deriving pleasure from the heat just below his finger tips.
"Hopefully it'll be nice and quiet, I want to go home Jack." Ianto said quietly like a child who knew they weren't suppose to say anything for fear of punishment.
Jack sighed and wrapped his arms around Ianto's shoulders nuzzling his sudsy hair lightly. "I know Ianto, we'll sort it all out as soon as we do you can go home. Get back to normal…well as normal as we get." Jack said trying to joke.
"Do you have any of Cassie's things in storage? Maybe something in there could help us." Jack asked moving back to continue cleaning the other man.
"Yeah I have most of her stuff, couldn't bring myself to throw it away, we can go pick it up later." Ianto suggested beginning to relax again.
Jack didn't comment, just silently attempted to massage all the tension out of Ianto's body with his soapy hands as he guided Ianto back under the spray to rinse off the shampoo. Ianto watched the suds swirl down the drain and he felt safe, safe here with Jack and safe with the rest of the team.
Ianto turned to face Jack, his hands moving forward to tangle in the American's hair and gently pull him close, bestowing a delicate little kiss on his lips. "Thank you Jack." he whispered.
"You are more than welcome." Jack said just as quietly and quickly cleaning his own body before pulling Ianto out of the shower back into the cool locker room, he picked up a fluffy towel and began rubbing Ianto down like you would a child, carefully but firmly.
Ianto felt so safe in Jack's arms, he hadn't felt this protected since he was a kid and his mother would ward of nightmares. "We should get ready for work," Ianto said quietly as Jack finished drying him and he moved over to his locker, pulling it open and reaching for his spare suit. A dark pinstriped suit with a dark blue shirt and blue striped tie. Simple yet striking.
Jack pulled had his own locker down here, but only kept one set of clothes in it since the rest were under his office. So Jack pulled out his normal classic RAF gear, donning it quickly. Snapping his braces on and leaving his shirt half unbuttoned before drifting over to the mirror to sort out his hair.
Ianto liked seeing Jack like this, the unguarded version that served to show him as more than the leader of torchwood, or the immortal time traveller, it showed him as human, his flaws, his fantastic characteristics, including his vanity and that lead Ianto to believe in hope for the very human race.
Ianto pulled on his suit jacket and straightened his tie before moving to the mirror to fix his own hair, Jack preening like an over indulgent parrot at his reflection and Ianto joined him, just pushing his hair so it lied mostly flat. Jacks hand moved to flatten it slightly and Ianto smiled at the mirror, catching Jack's own smile reflected back at him.
"Come on, I'll make us some coffee before the rabble gets in." Ianto said smoothly slipping into his usual work persona.
Jack smiled and buttoned up his shirt, leaving only the top button undone as he followed Ianto up to the main area of the hub, the pterodactyl was sitting on the gang way outside of the hot house, just observing. Ianto made a quick detour to his desk and pulled a bar of dark chocolate from his desk, breaking off a row and chucking it up towards her. Myfanwy made a loud chattery noise of excitement and quickly gobbled up the offering.
Ianto put the rest of the bar back into his desk for later and went to the coffee machine, Jack at his heels, leaning back against the cupboards as Ianto put in the coffee beans and moved with a graceful permission that Jack admired. The confident strides and very precise movements.
He took the striped mug Ianto handed him, his special industrial strength brew, maybe after having a mug of it he and Ianto could sit down and discuss the stalked. He took a sip and smiled happily as Ianto drank his own beverage.
"Let's go get Cassie's things, I'll set the rift alarm to alert my wrist strap, we should be able to make it back by the time te others get in." Jack said watching Ianto's reaction. The other sighed but nodded.
The finished their coffee's in silence, Jack put his now empty mug in the sink filling it with water and went to collect his coat, leaving Ianto to gather his thoughts for a moment. He heard the other man rinsing his cup out and saw him head over to get his own coat, slipping it over his shoulders and buttoning it up before walking over to Jack who was grasping the SUV keys tightly and smiling comfortingly. Between Torchwood 1, Cassie, Lisa, the cannibals, Abbadon and John, Ianto hadn't had a good time of it these past few years and Jack was determined to make this process as painless as possible.
They went to the garage, still silent Jack opening it and sliding into the drivers seat waiting for Ianto to get seated and put his seat belt on before leaving the garage, for once at an appropriate speed.
"So where is her stuff?" Jack asked trying to start even a small conversation.
"A storage garage just outside of Cardiff. I wanted to keep all their things safe."
"I'm sure they are."
Once they got back to the hub. 2 large cardboard boxes in the back. Filled with photographs and personal effects. Anything Ianto could think of that would help.
"So let's go set some of this stuff up. So we can see if we spot anyone." Jack said pulling the car to a stop and getting out.
Ianto followed nodding. "Yeah, I'm almost sure Cassie would have something with him in. But I really have no clue who or what I'm looking for. I mean, I'm just a guy, why the hell is someone stalking me?" he asked picking up a box and heading to the hub.
"We'll find something Ianto, I promise we will keep looking till we do find something." Jack promised following him in with the other box.
The rest of the team had arrived while Jack and Ianto had been out. Gwen produced a couple of star bucks cups.
"What's all this then?" Owen asked curiously as Jack and Ianto placed their burdens on the coffee table.
"Personal effects from my friends in London, need to see if we can get a picture of the guy in order to start trying to work out who he is." Ianto said taking the preoffered cup from Gwen and chugging down the liquid.
They had also brought back other personal effects hoping there was something in there. Letters, home movies, photos, phones and notebooks/diaries/journals.
"Lets go to the conference room, we can spread out in there." Jack said throwing back his own bitter coffee and throwing the empty Styrofoam cup into the bin beside Owen's desk.
Tosh, Owen and Gwen all proceeded to the conference room. Ianto hung behind and Jack noticing Ianto's distinct lack of movement and stayed where he was.
"Wanna talk about it?" Jack offered, not saying what it was. But Ianto knew. Did he want to talk about his friends, his best friend being killed by someone who was obsessed with him for no adequate reason, did he want to talk about his past being dragged up into the present. Not really.
"No." Ianto replied simply picking up a box and following the others. He knew Jack was only trying to help, but right now they only thing he needed help with was laying his demons to rest, to finally know who had killed Cassie, to finally have closure.
Jack picked up the other box and cast a glance at Ianto's abandoned half cup of coffee. He sighed gently and followed the rest of his team, hoping to start unravelling the mystery, the one that obviously plagued Ianto, he'd do anything to give him an answer.
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Ianto placed his box on the conference table and began taking out books, dvds, video tapes, envelopes and other detritus. Carefully placing a few well cared for scrap books on the table and a few ordinary looking photo albums, including one that looked like a wedding album. Gwen reached for it intrigued. But Ianto just looked at her, that calculating gaze gave nothing away and she withdrew her hand slowly.
Tosh and Owen watched the exchange with interest. All these things held a place with their coworker, their friend and they made a mental note to treat everything with the upmost respect.
"So whose wedding album is it?" Gwen asked trying the straight forward approach.
"Jenna Whitehead and Jonathan Sullivan. The wedding was the week before Cassie died, they had just returned to work, they only had 3 more weeks then they were leaving Torchwood. Jenna was crushed under rubble, Jonathan was converted." Ianto said lightly tracing the words on the album cover.
"What about the rest of your friends?" Tosh asked, her voice respectfully quiet but intrigued.
"Henry Barker and Robyn Wilkinson were killed by daleks, trying to get a group out. They all died. Will Spire and Scott west were both deleted. When they started trying to escape while shooting as many cyber men as they could. Lila Berkley was killed by falling debris in the first wave, she was 7 month pregnant at the time. Christian Hollander was converted, he was the father of Lila's baby, and Jane Smith, she was in the elevator, was converted as soon as she stepped onto the floor. None of them deserved to die. Too many good people die for all the wrong reasons." Ianto said with conviction taking a moment to compose himself.
"What were they like?" Gwen asked, looking at Ianto as if she was seeing him for the first time, and maybe in a way they all were, he was a scared young man, the youngest, but he always seemed so worldly, maybe finally they could see the pain and the regrets that made him the calm, reliable man he was to the team.
"Jenna, she was a spitfire, worked in the weapons department. Had a love of rock music and was very well known for trick shots. Where as her husband Jonathan, complete sci-fi nut, worked with me in the archives. Odd couple but they worked, she had a temper and he had a calmness about him. Will was a Billy Idol wanna be, loved music, worked in the HR department, his boyfriend Scott worked in the legal department, how in the world they got together none of us know, but it worked. Christian worked on translating alien languages. He was very particular about how everything should be. Henry worked with the journalists, covering up alien threats, that sort of thing, he was a bit of a wacka doodie, his words not mine. Robyn worked with me, she was a nature child, kind of, except she shaved. Lisa, while she was human, was fun loving and adventurous, but she had an innate calm about her, Lila refused to be classed as torchwood, she was a lawyer, pure and simple, hard working, determined and like a dog with a bone, lastly is Jane, she was a character and a half, a fitness freak without comparison. Into running, parkour, sky diving, any extreme sports, she always said that life's to short to not try everything." Ianto finished his eyes misty with tears as he laid photo's of his friends on the table with a lovingly gentle hand.
"So who's who?" Tosh asked looking at a large group photo Ianto placed on the table.
"Left to right we have Jenna Whitehead, Christian Hollander, Henry Barker, Robyn Wilkinson, Lisa, Me, Cassie, Will Spire, Scott West, Lila Berkley, Jonathan Sullivan and Jane Smith." Ianto said pointing out each person.
"I used to share a flat with Henry, made it easier to commute and to pay rent."
"Good looking group." Owen commented looking at a photo he could now identify as Robyn, she had dark brown hair and large blue eyes, she was wearing a shirt and waist coat in blues and slivers with a huge smile on her face.
"Yeah. Well I think we spent about a third of our time either in clubs or just drunk." Ianto commented as they spread out the photos.
"How you holding up?" Jack asked as he breezed into the conference room.
"I've been better to be honest, it's painful dragging all these memories back up." Ianto admitted.
"Well we'll find him, it's just a matter of time, till then, you are going to go about as normal, for the most part, just get used to me hanging around a lot more." Jack said teasingly, leaning in and kissing his cheek sweetly.
"I can get used to it." Ianto said cracking a smile and started pulling out jornals, diaries and letters.
"So where did you guys spend a lot of time?" Gwen asked trying to approach it from a PC frame of mind.
"A couple of little clubs that had open mic nights." Ianto said slightly distracted as he read Cassie's diary. She had always been like a little girl in that sense, keeping a cute, cuddly diary and writing about her day.
"Anyone ever hit on you after a set?" She asked.
"A few people but I was dating Lisa and not interested in the slightest." Ianto replied.
"Anyone ask more than once?" She tried.
"Not that I recall. Most seemed to back off when I told them." Ianto replied as Tosh set down not books and pens so they could make notes. Ianto picked one up and copied a short passage from Cassies diary.
"Seems she noticed." Jack said reading the passage over Ianto's shoulder.
'June 9th, that guy was there again. He's always there, fair enough Ianto's talented but that guy creeps me out. Those cold grey eyes. That dark unkept hair. He is up to something. I'll keep an eye out for him and tell Ianto if I think anything weirds going on.'
"She noticed him, grey eyes, dark messy hair, see if theres any further descriptions Ianto." Jack said squeezing Ianto's shoulders in comfort.
"About to." Ianto said turning the pages and scanning quickly.
"This guy looks a bit like that." Owen said holding up the photo. Ianto and Cassie, arms wrapped around each other in a friendly way laughing at the camera, a couple of children in the background and one man.
A pale gaunt face, large grey eyes, hair which looked like he hadn't brushed it that morning, or it had been styled to look like he'd just rolled out of bed. Very simple clothing just jeans and a t-shirt. But that image was more frightening than anything.
"He looks so normal." Tosh commented.
"Look through the rest of them, see if he shows up again." Jack said quickly flipping through one of the albums on the table, studying each picture intently as the rest of the team did the same.
"I've got one." Gwen said.
"So do I." Tosh said.
"I've found him in 3 already in here." Jack said, Ianto just sat there staring at the man. The man who killed his friend, who broke into his home, who filmed him in his bed. He felt nauseated and made a dash for the waste paper basket, heaving up everything he'd eaten.
Owen and Jack quickly jumped up. Owen was rubbing his back trying to calm him while Jack poured him a glass of water.
"Alright mate, just get it out of your system." Owen said as the girls tried to organise everything so as not to make Ianto feel like a side show.
Jack handed him some water when the Welshman had finished heaving and was relieved he kept it down.
"Sorry." Ianto muttered his voice scratchy.
"It's fine Ianto." Jack assured him.
"You know I had hoped he'd look like a monster so it'd be so much easier to imagine who killed my best friend. But he's just a normal looking guy. Human's really are the most frightening thing we see. Worse than some of the things that fall through the rift." Ianto said and silently everyone in the room agreed with him.