The Legend of Ianto Jones – chapter four
Jason's dreams were fragmented.
Nightmare creatures far beyond anything he had ever experienced stalked him and he tasted true fear deep in his chest. These creatures inhabited a world of which he knew nothing. It was dark and if not for the nightmarish things he would say completely lifeless. Somehow he felt his way over sharp rocks and almost got his foot caught in deep crevices before reaching a cave where he felt somehow safe.
Suddenly he was in a bright valley with foliage and life abounding in every direction. There was no malevolence here. Nothing stalked him and he knew that of all the life in this world he was safe – because here he was the hunter. Sniffing out some prey he bounded after it on all fours but it scampered up a tree that was easily four hundred feet high. Thinking he had lost it Jason hit the tree in frustration and it shuddered before cracking loudly and plummeting to the earth. He had never known such strength.
The surroundings shimmered again and he was at the waters edge. The sea was murky green and stretched to the horizon, meeting up with an equally dirty grey sky. A sound made Jason spin around and he was facing a crocodile except it was easily three times bigger than any he had seen. It was also very quick and lunged for Jason. He jumped out of the way and dived into the water. He struggled for a moment working out up from down then sped off. Swimming through the sea like a seal he wanted to squeal in delight.
The water turned into a maelstrom of wind and ice. It attacked his body in a thousand pin-picks of cold pain as he plummeted through the air. He was falling! There was barely enough light to see but the darker area told him ground must be approaching. As a last frenzied effort to avoid the unavoidable he went to cover his eyes and his downward fall slowed then stopped and in amazement Jason looked to his side. A giant wing flapped up and down. His wing. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Multicoloured scales ran along the muscled front. Spreading out and between the prongs of thin bone were leather like strips of skin. The skin was at first a dark purple colour but even in the dim light it shimmered and revealed itself the same multi-spectral tone as the front.
He was flying! He had wings and could soar and dip and dive and spin. All the things he could imagine he could do. It was wonderful and so very free. Jason laughed in joy and dived towards the ground. It rushed up and at the last moment he spread the wings and alighted on a soft patch of lichen covered gravel.
I wonder what I look like. He put out his hands but they were just human hands. He looked down at his body but it was just his body. Smooth muscled chest, ripped abdomen and nicely shaped legs. Yep – definitely his own body. The wings had vanished as if they never were but he could still feel them in a phantom pain kind of way.
Voices to his right caught Jason's attention and two men walked into view. His instincts took over and he lunged. In a heartbeat his body turned into rock hard armoured scales, long fang-like teeth and curved claws. He slashed at the man and two deep red fissures opened on his back. Jason grabbed the man and spun him around so that they were face to face. It was Ianto.
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At first Ianto stayed in the shadows of the room. The heavy curtains blocked much of the sunlight but several strips split the room. More importantly to Ianto they crossed the body that lay splayed across the bed.
Even though he would have been able to see in complete darkness Ianto was thankful for the sunlight. It highlighted Jason's blonde hair and revealed the contrast between what his looked like in shadow and in light. Ianto much preferred the light.
Slowing his breathing and trying to remain invisible Ianto took a silent step forward. The young were-wolf was undisturbed however and remained deep in sleep. Ianto was able to feast more upon the man's body. Jason must have been exhausted for he had only removed his shirt before falling asleep. The faded and worn denim jeans were undone but remained stretched low across his hips.
Moving another step forward Ianto found himself entranced as the sunbeam highlighted a hint of hair poking out from the band of Jason's Calvin Klein underwear that the low slung jeans had so helpfully revealed. Ianto grinned to himself; he had not expected Jason to be someone who actually wore underwear. The were-wolf growled in his sleep. A dream obviously, which allowed Ianto to creep forward even more until he was looming over Jason's prone form.
He put his hand out. It was just his hand again, no scales and no hint of claw. Just his normal hand with neatly trimmed nails with the scar that he had had since childhood. Leaning down he ran his hand over Jason's chest, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat emanating from the other man. Definitely warmer than Jack but then Jason was a lycanthrope. His new improved senses however could sense Jason's heartbeat. It was beating faster than one would expect from a sleeper so it must have been some dream.
Jason sighed as if blissfully happy and his heartbeat slowed down. Ianto moved his hand up and across his face. Just brushing the young wolf's eyelashes Ianto smoothed back damp hair and held his breath – sure that this would wake the man. It didn't and Ianto relaxed. Retracting his hand he sat down slowly on the bed and surveyed Jason. Why was he drawn to this creature? The guy was certainly good looking and from their brief interaction he seemed personable. Yet this was not usually enough to get Ianto's attention. A quick flash of dark hair, big grin and bigger than life personality reminded Ianto where his tastes lay.
That certain something else though had drawn him here. He had followed the car through several change-overs and then once Jason and Gwen had changed vehicles Ianto's need had zeroed in on the lycanthrope; through another two vehicles and finally to this hotel. Gwen had gone to contact Jack so Ianto had slipped in. The lock had opened with just a single thought and then he had been here.
So close now but still uncertain why he felt the irresistible urge to be close to Jason. To touch him and hold him; it did not even seem sexual. Well that was not entirely true – there was definitely a sexual element but it was not the totality of it. Only this close to Jason did Ianto feel he had control over what was happening to him. The phasing in and out of his scales and claws had ceased once he had entered the room. A sense of calm overrode the bloodlust that had been sitting in the back of his head and the barrage of senses had become more ordered and understandable.
This man who was sleeping next to him had something to do with how he was changing yet that was impossible. The injuries that had started all this had happened not in another dimension but in another time. Far, far in the past. No way had Jason been there and not even whatever Jason was descended from.
Suddenly the were-wolf whimpered then growled before lurching up and unconsciously grabbing Ianto by the throat. Bringing Ianto down Jason then straddled him and opened his eyes. He was disorientated for a second but he quickly focused and instantly relaxed his grip. He did not let go however. There was little Ianto could do. Actually that was wrong – there was a lot he could do but he didn't want to. He knew his strength and power was greater than Jason's so he was not under any particular threat. On the plus side he was quite enjoying being sat on and held down by the were-wolf.
Jason's eyes flashed in amusement then darkened into something else. "You may not be a lycanthrope or exactly human but I can still sense what you're feeling."
His hand remained around Ianto's throat while his other moved up and planted firmly on Ianto's chest. "You're heart beats in concert with mine and you give off the heat of a lycanthrope, more I would say."
Ianto bucked slightly, just enough to let the other man know what else he was feeling. An evil leer stretched across Jason's face. "Now that's something I can understand."
The hand was removed from Ianto's throat and snaked down his side. One finger slipped under Ianto's stolen sweatpants and searched around. Jason grinned, "Going commando Mr Jones?"
"Enough with the small talk," muttered Ianto and grabbed Jason by the hips. "Need to have you now." He could barely talk as the lust took over. He flipped over the were-wolf, who yelped playfully but did not fight it. Nuzzling into his neck Ianto used one hand to lift Jason up slightly and the other to remove the jeans. Rubbing his own erection against Jason's both men groaned in restrained pleasure and Ianto resisted the urge to strip off his pants there and then.
He wanted to enjoy this. Even when it came to sex Ianto was methodical and planned things out as much as possible. Jack laughed at him for it but never complained. It was Ianto's intention that Jason would have no complaints either. He continued to grind against the other man while moving his lips from neck to chest. Licking then nipping each nipple Ianto grinned to himself at the gasps he was eliciting from Jason and he could sense how much the young wolf wanted to move it along.
Ianto growled a no as Jason tried to remove his own underwear. That alone would not have stopped him but Ianto grabbed both of Jason's wrists and held them to the side. Ever so slowly he trailed his tongue down from the chest and along Jason's navel before nudging the other man's erection with his chin. Jason whimpered uncontrollable and strained against Ianto, to no avail as Ianto clamped down harder and inspected the impressive package before him.
The heat from the lycanthrope and Ianto combined and sweat broke out on both their bodies. A breeze from the window immediately brought a shiver up Ianto's spine and when he looked up the smooth expanse of Jason's torso he could see goose bumps break out around his nipples.
"Please?" murmured the blonde and Ianto relented… just a little bit. He lowered his mouth over the head of Jason's cock, still straining against the white fabric of his Calvin's. Ianto grazed his teeth over the tip and Jason gave another groan. His own erection was now painful against the sweatpants but he tried to ignore it and concentrated on Jason. He released one of Jason's arms and crooked a finger under the elastic of the Calvin's and flipped it back, revealing just the throbbing head of the were-wolf's rock-hard erection. Using his tongue Ianto gently licked at the pre-come that was already leaking out of the slit. That motion almost made Jason break free but Ianto was stronger. He did however take a moment to admire the line of abdomen muscles clearly defined by the lycanthrope's flexing. The sweat glistened on them and Ianto was tempted to move up again but that would have been too cruel – for both of them.
Releasing the other arm Ianto used both hands to whip off Jason's underwear. Staring down at the body before him he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply – trying to imprint the sight on his memory. Jason's body was impressive while half-clothed. In only jocks he was bloody well hot. Naked he was absolutely fucking unbelievable. Best of all he was all Ianto's.
Leaning back down Ianto slithered up until he could once again nuzzle into Jason's neck. Feeling he had waited long enough he tore off his sweatpants with one hand and growled in anticipation as his own erection slapped onto Jason's thigh. The were-wolf wrapped hands around Ianto's buttocks and pulled him up so their lips could meet, at the very same time their erections touched – red hot skin on skin made Ianto bite down on Jason's lip. He drew blood but it only served to further the lust between them and their tongues interlocked in passion just as they writhed groin against groin.
Both men had begun to pant. The last twenty-four hours had taken a lot out of them and neither had the stamina to last long. Their heartbeats had matched and so had their rhythm and each felt the other was close. Ianto took action before Jason could and grasped both of their erections in one hand. He started pumping furiously while still sucking on the other man's bleeding lower lip – the coppery taste adding to the ecstasy. Jason started bucking furiously and Ianto felt hot liquid spray up and hit his abdomen but whatever cry Jason made was drowned by Ianto's multi-toned growl as he too exploded between them.
He remained in place for a while afterwards and grazed a cheek against Jason's. Luxuriating in the taste and smell of the other man Ianto gradually slowed his breathing and waiting for the feeling to return to his lower extremities. Sex with Jack was fantastic but this had been something else. There had more than physical satisfaction; it was as if everything they had done had been in sync. There was a connection that went beyond anything Ianto had ever experienced. That connection had intensified his orgasm ten fold, as if his pleasure and Jason's had bounced between them gaining energy each time. "That was-."
"Incredible," finished the were-wolf. "I have been with creatures who literally feed on sex but this was something else."
"More intense?" suggested Ianto as he pushed himself up.
Jason looked up with lazy eyes. "Just more." The word meant little but the way he said it spoke volumes. Whatever was going on was somehow affecting both of them and Ianto pondered the possibilities. If he was changing into something else then somehow Jason had been pulled in. The guy was already a lycanthrope so shouldn't be able to be physically infected with anything. Of course Ianto fully realised that whatever was wrong was so much more than physical.
The blonde had remained quiet, almost pensive while Ianto was thinking. Ianto smiled reassuringly and pressed another kiss to his lips. "Don't worry – just trying to work out what's going on. This is the only thing that seems right during this whole mess."
"Tell me about it," laughed Jason. "My former master and I thought friend kicked me out and gave every vampire and shape-shifter in this city permission to kill me if they so want."
That made Ianto roll off and sit up with his back to the window. "Because of me?"
Jason nodded but added, "Its complicated. Jean-Claude has a lot to consider and sometimes has to be ruthless. I just never thought." His voice caught as the reality of it all came crashing back.
Ianto hugged him in close. "Its okay. I'm here – alive. We can go to Jean-Claude and sort it out."
That seemed to remind Jason of something. "Jack – your boss, he's going with Anita to see Jean-Claude."
Ianto tensed up. If Jack thought Jean-Claude had done something to him then there's no telling what he would do. If that happened then Jean-Claude might not be able to kill Jack but he could probably make him disappear for a very long time. "When?"
"When he wakes up."
The tension in Ianto eased as he felt the sun on his back. The sun was up so that meant Jean-Claude couldn't be. "We have some time then?"
"No," answered Jason and reached over the bed for his clothes. "Jean-Claude is very powerful – he wakes long before the sun goes down."
"So he could already be up."
Jason started nodding when there was a loud knock on the door. The two men looked at each other as Ianto realised he had never locked the door. Both were still naked and their clothes were spread across the room.
The handle started to turn.
Tbc…