Chapter 12: Elementals
John woke holding Sherlock, warm and content and sleepy. The boy was already awake and watching him. "Morning, love," he mumbled, smiling up at him.
"Morning," he greeted, kissing John's forehead again. "Time for work."
The blonde boy groaned, pulling the covers up. "Five more minutes," he said, pressing kisses to Sherlock's chest.
"Okay, five minutes," he agreed, running his hand through John's hair. "Then work. We'll get you some coffee."
John smiled, peppering Sherlock's chest with kisses before coming up from the covers and kissing the boy. "Mhmmmm, love you, gorgeous," he purred.
"Love you too, beautiful. You're so cute when you're tired."
"Really?" John raised an eyebrow at the boy and sleep-tousled his hair, giving him a very coy look.
"Absolutely." Sherlock responded, brushing John's cheek gently.
John smiled, nuzzling his lover's neck. "I could lay here with you all day."
"Me too. But unfortunately, that's not an option." Sherlock knew they had to get up, but he couldn't quite will himself to do it yet, especially when John kissed him again, sliding down his body to kiss his cock, hands stroking his sides; the genius moaned. "John..." he said warningly but not really trying to stop him.
The other boy grinned, taking Sherlock all the way in his mouth and sucking hard with the tip at the back of his throat, feeling the taller boy's body tremble under his touch
"Oh god!" he whimpered, his will to get out of bed faltering. John worked fast, pulling Sherlock over the edge in a matter of minutes. "You are amazing."
John swallowed him down, licking his lips before pulling himself back up. He grinned at Sherlock. "Yeah, I know. This really amazingly smart, talented, smoking hot guy tells me frequently. Do you know him?"
Sherlock chuckled. "You flatter me," he replied, gently kissing John's chest.
"Of course I do, but it's true." John held Sherlock's head to his chest, breathing deeply. After a moment, the pale boy traveled downwards, wishing to return the favor. John gasped as Sherlock's lips brushed down his chest and he rolled them over so that his back was against the sheets. Sherlock lightly kissed the tip of John's cock before slowly taking it in his mouth. John groaned, toes curling and hands grabbing at the sheets. "She-Sherlock," he whimpered, fighting the urge to thrust upwards.
Sherlock held John's hips to the mattress, running his tongue up the length of it and sucking softly on the tip. John whimpered and whined in the back of his throat, head pressed into the pillows, neck arched up. "Oh Jesus Christ, Sherlock..."
Sherlock chuckled, loving the noises John was making. He bobbed his head up and down quickly, paying close attention to his lover.
"Oh...ah...yes...fuck...SHERLOCK!" John yelled as the boy sucked hard and he came, Sherlock still pinning him to the bed until he melted into the sheets, breathing hard. Sherlock swallowed him before bringing himself up to John's lips. "Morning."
John kissed him deeply, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck. "Morning, you cheeky bugger," he agreed, smiling, tasting the both of them in the kiss.
Sherlock pulled away. "Time to get up now."
John groaned again but grinned, sliding out of the bed and going through his drawers looking for clean clothes. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock on the door. Sherlock looked up, quickly pulling on a pair of trousers and going to answer the door. Jack and Ianto stood there. "You boys coming in today?" The captain grinned at Sherlock's shirtless body, winking at him.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, we'll be in. Just a few minutes," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "Need to get dressed."
Ianto smirked, "Take your time."
John tugged on jeans and a jumper, bringing Sherlock his dark blue shirt just in time to catch Ianto's smirk. "Just give us a moment. Some of us need coffee in the mornings."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You'd pass up Ianto's excellent brew for the instant in your cupboard?"
Sherlock pulled on the shirt, buttoning it quickly. He took John's hand. "Let's just go, we're late already."
John squeezed his hand. "Shoes, silly, then we can go."
He looked down at his feet. "Oh, right," he mumbled, turning and heading into the bedroom to put his shoes on. John grabbed his spare trainers from the closet, tying them up as Sherlock returned. Taking his boyfriend's hand, he looked back at the two men. "Lead on."
Jack smirked, leading the group from the building; Sherlock followed, holding John's hand tightly. Ianto turned to the boys as they walked. "So how was your night off?"
"Perfect, thanks," John replied, shooting Sherlock a grin. "Slept like a baby, in fact."
Sherlock chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It was great," he confirmed. Ianto nodded, shooting Jack a smile; he knew how much the man had been worried about the boys. Jack grinned back, giving Ianto a very pointed look, the one that said that Ianto would be screaming for him at some point during the day before he led them out of the building and to the car.
"So, rift was quiet last night, could be that we won't see anything for a few days or-" the immortal was cut off as the car rift alarm went off. "-Or we won't be that lucky."
Sherlock watched the monitor, having studied all the files on the known alien species and the average amount of rift activity they generated. He did a bit of typing before looking up. "Got it."
John glanced over his shoulder as he gave directions to Ianto. "What are we dealing with?"
"Looks like...Animus," the boy replied. He hadn't dealt with these yet, but he knew about them. "They manipulate the air, steal breath."
"Steal breath?" John and Jack said in unison. "How the hell do we protect against that?"
"Keep your distance? There wasn't much in the files; they were old ones."
"That means they were from Torchwood's early days," Jack said, grip tightening on the wheel as Sherlock instructed a sharp left, slamming on the breaks when he said stop. "Call Gwen," he told Ianto, getting out of the car.
The Welshman nodded, hopping out of the vehicle and dialing Gwen's mobile; she picked up on the first ring. "I know, and I'm already almost there." Ianto hung up, pocketing the phone and taking his weapons from Jack.
John swallowed hard and followed Sherlock out, stomach churning. "I don't like this."
Sherlock squeezed John's hand reassuringly. "It'll be fine."
John nodded, accepting the weapons Jack handed out. Sherlock did the same, arming himself. He watched Gwen sprint over, nodding at her in greeting as she skidded to a stop, doubling over and panting, trying to catch her breath...only she wasn't getting anywhere. If anything, she was turning redder with every passing second.
John dashed to her side, getting her down on the ground and examining her. "I can't find a cause of-" he started before remembering the briefing. His eyes grew wide as he met Sherlock's gaze. The other boy knelt down beside her, looking all around them as he tried to find the creature. "She needs air!" he shouted.
Jack cast around, finally noticing a shimmer just above Gwen's head. "Sherlock! John! Get back! It's right in front of you!" The immortal ran forward, swiping his arm through the shimmer. Instantly, Gwen's face started to return to normal, but now Jack was starting to fade.
Sherlock pulled John back, helping Gwen off of the ground. Ianto dashed over to Jack; he wanted to help, but none of them knew what to do. Jack gasped and clutched at his throat, his lungs burning. He had air to spare but was going to die again very soon.
John thought, he thought hard, searching his mind for anything, everything. "Okay, made of air, mess with air, what's the opposite of air?" He turned to his boyfriend. "Sherlock, what's the opposite of air?"
"Earth." Sherlock told him calmly. Recognition dawned on his face. "Earth!"
"What do we go? How the hell do we get them into the earth?" John was watching Sherlock when he felt himself start to get a little lightheaded. Oh God, there was more than one!
Sherlock turned to John, eyes widening as he saw his lover's face turning red. "No!" The genius looked around for a moment, eyes darting all over the scene. Earth...Earth...think Earth...Got it! He picked up a rock from the ground, throwing it at the shimmer of light in front of John. It wasn't his best plan, but it was better than standing around watching his boyfriend suffocate.
The disruption was just enough for John to get a good gulp of air before the creature attacked again. "It's breathing my air," John managed to gasp as he saw Jack fall, the shimmer releasing the captain. Sherlock threw another hunk of earth at the creature, trying to lure it towards him. He did the same to the one attacking Jack. "They need to be surrounded by Earth," he yelled at the team.
John tossed Sherlock his gun. "Blow the street," he gasped, struggling away from the creature that was trying to attach itself to his mouth and nose once more. Sherlock nodded, shooting into the street, watching chunks of asphalt go flying. Gwen added a few more rounds, making a sizeable dent in the ground. John saw Sherlock's plan only moments before the boy started for the crater. "NO!"
Sherlock began to feel his breathe leave him as he continued to shoot into the street, enlarging the hole in the ground. Slowly he stepped towards it, finding it hard to move as he swiftly became dizzy.
Jack gasped as life poured back into him, taking less than a second to absorb the scene. Knocking Ianto away he ran towards the boy, throwing him from the crater, tossing rocks after him. "Come and get me!" the immortal yelled.
Sherlock fell to the asphalt, gasping air back into his lungs. One of the rocks hit his leg, leaving a gash but nothing serious. He scrambled away as he and Ianto watched despairingly as Jack sacrificed himself yet again. The Captain pulled a grenade from his belt. "To the car now" he yelled, apologizing to Ianto with his eyes as the creatures closed over his mouth. He dropped the bomb in the bottom of the hole, diving to the ground and covering the grenade with his body.
The team dashed for the car, Sherlock making sure John got in first. Ianto waited a moment, watching Jack and saying a silent farewell before getting in the car with the others and driving a little ways further to protect from the blast that was sure to follow. John was examining Sherlock's leg just to give him something to do when the car rocked with the force of the explosion, spinning slightly out of control before Ianto managed to straighten it out, the man clearly bolting back to the Hub. Ianto got them all back safe, getting out of the car without a word. Gwen squeezed the man's arm. "He'll be back in a few hours."
"I know," Ianto said, nodding appreciatively at her as he entered the tourist shop, hitting the button under the counter and let them in.
Sherlock slid himself out of the back seat, looking down at the gash in his leg. "Med bay," John said, scooping the boy into his arms and ignoring his protests.
"I can walk John, and I'm twice your size. This is ridiculous!"
"You're injured, and I'll be damned if I let you walk anymore on that gash until I've fixed it!"
"It's just a cut! This is embarrassing!" he argued, stubborn as always.
John set him down on the slab. "It's deeper than you think so stop whining, and let me sew you up." John grabbed his tools and slammed them down next to the boy. "You were going to sacrifice yourself, you twat," he hissed, cleaning the wound. "You're lucky Jack jumped in and not me."
"Somebody had to do it. It was going to kill you."
"Then don't ever, ever think that taking your life in substitute for mine is an acceptable solution! I'd follow you in a heartbeat," John said, giving Sherlock a mild anesthetic before suturing the gash.
"I can't just sit there and watch you die. I might have survived it."
John set down his instruments and grabbed Sherlock's face. "The odds of you surviving that kind of an explosion intact were impossible, in pieces is more likely, but the most likely thing was that you would have DIED!" John let go of the boy and tied off the sutures.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, although he did not regret his actions.
John dumped his tools in the sink and hopped on the slab next to Sherlock, taking his hand. "I love you, Sherlock," he murmured, lacing their fingers.
"I love you too, John."
John pulled him close and kissed him hard, desperately. "You" kiss "stupid" kiss "idiotic" kiss "adorable" kiss "clever" kiss "moron" kiss.
Sherlock chuckled, responding to the kisses eagerly. "I'm...sorry," he said in between kisses.
John kissed the boy's face, his jaw, his neck, holding him close as he kissed his lips again, finally breaking the embrace to breathe; he'd forgotten to for at least twenty seconds. He rested their foreheads together, breathing in Sherlock. "Why are all these things attacking you?"
He sighed. "I don't know. But I won't let any of them get to you."
"I won't let them get to you either. I will protect you with everything that I have."
"Okay. We keep each other safe," Sherlock promised, squeezing John's hand. They stayed there, holding each other for a while, only moving when they heard Ianto and Gwen calling them for lunch. Sherlock hopped up, wincing slightly, and led John to the conference room to eat. He didn't say anything to Ianto, who looked like he clearly did not want to talk at the moment. John nodded at the adults, taking a sandwich and a soda and eating in silence. Sherlock picked at his food as usual, not even attempting to speak as they ate.
oOoOo
Jack groaned, head aching as he pulled himself out of the crater in the ground. He was covered in cuts and bruises, plenty of open, gaping wounds showing themselves before they began to heal. He stumbled toward the hub, sticking to the shadows when he realized that he wasn't clothed and had no interest in getting arrested at the moment.
The immortal strode into the tourist shop, stopping in front of the Welshman behind the counter. "You wouldn't happen to have a spare set of trousers, would you? Or not, I'm flexible"
Ianto smirked, pulling an extra set of Jack's clothes out from behind the counter. "Going to have to wait a bit for a new coat."
"Bet you could make me one."
"Of course." He watched Jack pull on his clothes. "So, it looks like your plan worked."
"Some elemental...really don't want to do that again," Jack muttered, fixing his suspenders and looking over at Ianto. "How do I look?"
"Gorgeous. As usual."
Jack kissed the coffee boy, a tease for later. "How's the genius holding up? This is the second thing that has really had a significant interest in him...and John for that matter."
"They're fine. Sherlock got a bit of a gash on his leg, but it's all fixed up. They're both doing fine."
"Good. How about you? I know how much you hate when I do that."
"Well, you're back now. At least I didn't have to watch you blow up this time."
Jack nodded just as the alarm went off. "You're fucking kidding me," he groaned
Ianto looked up. "Bloody Torchwood."
oOoOo
Sherlock went over to the monitor quickly, typing away, John watching over his shoulder and Gwen at his side. He was able to decipher some of the data as Ianto and Jack came hurrying up. "Terralusum," he said without looking up. "Another old one. They can make copies of themselves, decoys."
"Looks like we're digging through the history books," John groaned, the name ringing a bell. "Terra...terra...Sherlock, 'terra' means 'earth' right? And animus something to do with air?"
"Exactly. 'Animus' means 'breath'...we're dealing with the elements...'lusum' means deceive. Deceptive earth."
"Fuuuuuuuck," Jack swore. "I've heard about these. They make copies to confuse you and pull you into the earth, crushing or suffocating you, but only the real on can be killed...not, of course, that the records would have that on file. That'd be too simple."
"Always suffocating," Sherlock murmured to himself. "Well, we'd best get going, then, before something worse happens."
John helped gather weapons, rummaging through a few drawers before coming up with some odd items that he knew had to do with light and air, pocketing them, Sherlock got the location of the activity before helping carry the weapons to the car, and Ianto went with the group to the SUV which was a little worse for wear after the explosion but still functioning fine.
The creatures were fairly close, only a few blocks away from where the Animi had shown up. John was out of the car first, keeping to broad daylight with his back to the car, eyes darting everywhere. Sherlock followed, his eyes also scanning for movement, and for a while it was still. Ianto got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him; this day had barely started and already they were on their second run.
John finally spotted movement in the alleyway. "Two o'clock," he hissed. "And at ten and one."
Sherlock watched as creatures seemed to rise up from the earth in three separate places at once. "Okay. How do we figure out which is the real one?"
"I dunno. Walk up and ask if they can be killed?"
"Don't be a smart-arse."
"You started it."
"Did not."
The creatures were pacing, keeping to the shadows, giving Jack an idea. He pulled out his high power flashlight and shone it at them. Two of them were unaffected but the third one snarled, his eyes glowing and he charged, tackling Gwen. Sherlock pulled his weapon, aiming it at the creature. "Will shooting it help?" Gwen was shrieking as the ground beneath her began to sink.
John grabbed one of the tools from his pocket and activated it, blasting the creature with a strong gust of air. It rounded on him, snarling, but was obviously scared as some of his scales fell off. Sherlock turned to John. "Do it again." If the scales came away, it could create a weak spot for them to hit it.
John nodded, the blast of air stronger this time as he figured out how the gadget worked. Half the scales came off before it pounced on him, driving him to the pavement. Sherlock turned, taking careful aim at the exposed part of the beast before shooting it; Ianto also took aim, firing a shot of his own.
John felt the beast writhe as it pressed down against him, crushing him into the ground, but the bullets seemed to be working; it was weakening. "Sher-Sherlock!" he gasped.
Sherlock shot it once more, twice, three times. He wanted the thing off of John right away. The blonde couldn't breathe; he was seeing spots until suddenly the pressure was gone from his chest, and Jack was riddling it with holes, Sherlock and Ianto emptying their clips until it stopped moving, dissolving into a pile of scales. Only once it was gone did Sherlock rush to John's side. "John! Stay with me, are you okay?" he asked frantically.
John coughed, wincing. "Yeah-I'm-okay," he gasped. "Bruised-rib-I-think."
Sherlock nodded, and helped John to his feet. Ianto put his gun away, and turned to Jack and Gwen. "What is going on today?"
Jack shook his head. "Beats me, but it would seem Sherlock and John are the targets. Nothing else has attacked them like this before...except the lupicarnes."
"This isn't good. Something is not right." This was all going to end very badly if they didn't put a stop to it. Jack and John both nodded in agreement, John's brow furrowing. "I'm-fine," he said, but his face said otherwise.
"No you aren't." Sherlock said. "It's okay."
John nodded. "I need to get checked out," he gasped, his chest aching. Sherlock helped John into the SUV before climbing in and resting his boyfriend's head in his lap; he brushed his hand across John's forehead lovingly, his own brow furrowed in concern. Ianto led Jack and Gwen back to the car, driving once again.
John leaned into Sherlock, letting the boy hold him, Sherlock's hand on his head as they drove to the hospital. Thankfully it was just a bit of bruising, nothing was broken, but the doctors gave strict instructions that John was not to overexert himself for a week and gave him painkillers to help him breathe more easily.
When they finally got back to the hub, Sherlock opened the door. "Do you want me to carry you this time?" he asked, smirking slightly.
"If you won't drop me," John said, trying to tease. Sherlock nodded, leaning into the car and picking him up in his arms and carrying him back towards the hub carefully. John struggled not to laugh at the absurdity of it, eventually leaning into Sherlock and listening to the boy's heartbeat as Ianto let them into the Hub, and Sherlock carried him over to the sofa.
"Conference room. Everyone," Jack ordered.
"Oh," Sherlock said, changing direction and heading towards the conference room with John. He put the boy down in a chair, sitting next to him. Ianto took his usual seat at the table, watching the others file into the room.
Jack and Gwen strode in, the immortal remaining on his feet. "We've had two attacks in one day, both of an elemental nature, and both very interested in Sherlock and John."
Sherlock nodded. "We've had air and earth. That leaves fire and water if we're going to get them all."
"Yes, all true," Jack said, "but I remember in some of Tosh's research that there was a fifth element in popular lore: spirit."
John's eyes lit up. "Something of the five elements all trying to get at Sherlock? Why? And the only other creatures that have attacked Sherlock are the lupicarnes, and spirit can't have been them..." He trailed off as he met Sherlock's gaze, his own shock and horror reflected in his boyfriend's eyes.
Sherlock looked down at the table, closing his eyes. "That's it," he confirmed quietly.
Gwen looked at him blankly. "I'm sorry, I don't quite follow. What's it?"
Ianto turned to Gwen. "They were mean to break the spirit."
'Not the beasts themselves, they were just the instruments," John spat bitterly, taking Sherlock's hand in his, glad the boy couldn't see him wince as he moved. Gwen's eyes sparked with understanding, her breath leaving her in a rush.
Sherlock took a deep breath and looked up. "Well they failed," he said determinedly. "It didn't work."
They were all avoiding saying Captain Hart's name, but John nodded slowly. "They've all failed so far-"
"Which is why I'm worried that the next one will be even worse," Jack interrupted, standing behind his lover. Ianto nodded in agreement. "We need to be prepared."
"Sherlock, all the research you can dig up on elementals and on the elements themselves. Gwen, scope the area, look for patterns in where everything's been coming up. John, with Sherlock. Ianto, my office." Jack gave his orders and strode from the room.
Sherlock stood, helping John up as they left the conference room, the blonde leaning heavily on him as they went to the boy's desk. Sherlock helped John sit down at the desk before reaching into a drawer, pulling out a stack of files and setting them down on the desk. "So. Elementals."
"Air, fire, water, earth, spirit," John rattled off, taking the top file and glancing through it. "And somehow, they all seem to be after you."
"And you," Sherlock reminded him, "And that does not sit well with me." He perched on the corner of the desk, picking up a file and flicking through it.
John glanced at him, tenderness in his eyes. "Hmmmm," he murmured, setting his file down and looking at the next one. Sherlock sorted through the files quickly, putting any element-related ones in a pile on the desk, and tossing the rest into a heap on the floor that he would clean up later or get John to clean up for him.
"We can add to these files for Animi and Terralusa, now that we've fought them," John said, looking at the rather small pile on the desk.
Sherlock hummed in agreement. "Yes, we know how to kill them now."
John added the information to the thin files as Sherlock picked up the one about water elementals.
"Aqua lumina. Thrives in water, obviously. Can possess the human body. It spreads that way, inhabiting people. Like a virus."
John paled slightly. "Any indicators that you're possessed?"
"There will be a luminous area, usually somewhere on the abdomen which is where the creature's 'heart' so to speak would be...but that's about all we have on record."
"So, nothing on how to kill them, although it will probably have something to do with fire..." He trailed off. "There probably wouldn't be any way to survive a wound there," John said, shaking slightly.
"Most likely. We'll need to be careful if these come up." Sherlock placed the file down in the center of the desk.
John took Sherlock's hands in his, examining them, stroking them. "I don't want to lose you. Whatever these things are, they-they have it in for you and I don't want to see you hurt."
"I'll take care of myself. But don't you dare going and being your brave heroic self," he replied, kissing John on the forehead again.
"Then you make the same promise: no self sacrifices," John said, slowly scooting his chair close so he could hug the boy.
Sherlock nodded. "Nobody's playing the hero this time."
"Hold me, Sherlock, please," John whispered. "Tell me it's going to be all right."
Sherlock slid to the floor and pulled John into his arms, holding him close. "It's going to be alright. It's going to be okay."
John broke down, the stress and fear of the day settling like a weight on his shoulders as he cried into Sherlock's chest. Sherlock held him firmly, stroking the back of John's neck carefully. "Shhhhh..." he whispered. "It's okay."
John cried until he had nothing left, pulling back slowly and noticing Sherlock's shirt. "Sorry," he mumbled thickly, wiping his nose on his sleeve the way he used to as a boy.
Sherlock tipped John's chin up to look at him. "Don't be."
John reached up and stroked Sherlock's cheek, breathing in the boy's scent. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too." Sherlock murmured. He brushed John's neck, taking in every detail of his face. John's eyes closed and he tilted his face up slightly, Sherlock's fingertips on his neck very soothing. Sherlock kissed him very softly. "Everything's going to be fine," he promised.
"I trust you," John whispered, leaning against the boy.
"I'm glad," he said, wrapping his arms around John again. "I trust you as well."
John was silent for a long time, occasionally glancing at the file on the desk as if afraid it would bite him or burst into flames. Sherlock moved the file out of sight, tucking it away. "Don't worry about it," he told him, kissing John on top of the head.
"Can we go home?"
"Just wait until Jack comes back, then I'll take you home," the taller boy promised.
"Help me to the sofa. It'll be more comfortable. Please?"
Sherlock helped John up, supporting most of his weight as he brought him over to the small sofa and sat him down. "Thanks," John groaned softly, curling up against Sherlock's chest.
Sherlock nodded, laying back with John in his arms. "My little soldier..." he murmured against the top of John's head. John listened to Sherlock's heartbeat, strong and powerful against his lover's ribs. Sherlock rested his chin on John's head, every now and again tilting it downwards to place a kiss in his sandy hair.
oOoOo
Ianto followed Jack quickly, entering his office. "You asked for me, sir?"
Jack shut and locked the door before practically dragging Ianto down into his bunker, pushing him against the wall. "I have some new equipment to try out. Fancy giving me a hand...or an arse?"
"Somebody's eager."
"Somebody has been making eyes at a certain Welshman all day and wants to shag him senseless."
"Well then, we should probably fix that." Ianto purred, leaning in and kissing Jack. Jack returned the kiss with gusto, shedding his clothes quickly and helping Ianto with his ridiculous suit. "Too...many...layers."
"You love the suit and you know it."
Jack growled and nipped at Ianto's neck as he pulled the man's shirt off, fingers dropping to his trousers, unable to move fast enough. Ianto groaned as Jack's teeth grazed the skin of his throat; he moved slightly to make it easier for Jack to remove his trousers. Both of them naked now, Jack kissed Ianto again as he stroked the man's cock, leading him to the bed and tossing him down. Ianto was panting as he landed on the bed, bouncing slightly. He smirked at Jack, amused by how impatient he was being. The immortal pounced, pinning him to the mattress and kissing him as he ground their hips together. "Something funny, coffee boy?"
Ianto moaned, arching his neck and exposing his throat to Jack. "Very funny."
"Mind sharing?" Jack purred, kissing and biting the exposed skin, leaving a mark as he reached for the lube.
"You're funny when you're so impatient," Ianto murmured. Jack smirked at Ianto as he slipped two fingers in him. "Gives me more time to fuck you into oblivion afterwards."
Ianto groaned. "I look forward to it."
Jack worked him open quickly, slicking himself up before slowly entering the younger man, pinning his hands to the bed and smothering his moans with a kiss. Ianto moaned softly into Jack's mouth, flexing his fingers under Jack's grasp. The older man laced their fingers and rocked against the Welshman. "Your accent gets thicker when I'm fucking you. Such a turn on."
Ianto squeezed Jack's hand. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he panted, making sure to lay the accent on thicker; he smirked up at Jack.
The man groaned loudly, planting wet, sloppy kisses on Ianto's face as he pounded harder, really giving it his lover.
"Oh god, Jack!"
Jack went harder, driving Ianto into the mattress, his bare stomach stroking his lover's cock with each thrust, both of them almost there. Ianto could feel himself coming closer. "Jack...I..." he panted, his mind hazy.
"That's it...let it out," Jack purred in Ianto's ear, sucking on the lobe gently.
Ianto came, calling out as he clenched down around Jack. He gasped for breath, staring into Jack's ancient eyes. The immortal thrust in a few more times and came hard with Ianto's name on his lips, never once looking away from the Welshman, seeing every emotion reflected in the younger man's gaze.
Ianto smiled at Jack, watching him finish. "You're perfect," he purred, leaning up and kissing Jack on the lips softly. His boss smiled, kissing him back before pulling out, grabbing a towel and leaning them both up. "You're not half bad yourself."
Ianto rested his head on Jack's now bare chest. "I love you."
"Love you too, sexy."
Jack held Ianto for a bit, just reveling in the after-sex high he felt, occasionally kissing his lover. "You know," he murmured, "we probably should go back upstairs," not really wanting to.
"We should," the younger man agreed, not moving. "But do we have to?" He wanted to just lay there forever.
"The boys probably want to go home."
"You're right." Ianto groaned, rolling out of bed. Jack chuckled softly. "Hurry back."
Ianto stood, pulling on his clothes slowly. "I will," he promised, straightening his tie and heading back up.
oOoOo
John heard Ianto's footsteps and stirred slightly. "Is't time t'go home?" he mumbled.
Sherlock hummed. "Mmmhmm...You can sleep, I'll carry you."
Ianto came downstairs, smiling at the sweet scene before him. "Ready to go?"
Sherlock nodded, picking John up and cradling him against his chest. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, letting the boy carry him to the car, feeling like a child for the second time that day, holding tight to Sherlock even on the ride back to the flat, the boy carrying him upstairs and Ianto getting the doors for them. The taller boy murmured a quick thanks to Ianto who left quickly, before he carried John into the bedroom and laid him down on their bed. John mumbled something incoherent as Sherlock set him down, brow creasing with pain.
Sherlock frowned. "Sorry," he murmured, going into the living room to fetch the pain killers the doctor had given them, bringing the medicine and a glass of water back in to John. "Hey, you can sleep in a second, just take these."
John let Sherlock help him sit up, but looked uneasily at the water, biting his lip as he looked at Sherlock.
"What's wrong?"
"Water."
Sherlock frowned. "John, it's safe, I promise. You would know, trust me."
John nodded and took the pills, chasing them down with the glass of water. There was a tense moment when he watched his abdomen, but he relaxed when nothing began to glow.
"See? I always keep my promises," Sherlock said, laying down next to his boyfriend.
John curled up against the boy as Sherlock pulled the covers up over them. "Stay with me forever. Can you promise that?"
"I promise." The dark-haired boy kissed the back of John's head, holding him close. "I will never leave you no matter what happens to me."
"Good." John fell asleep quickly, comforted by Sherlock's arms. Sherlock stayed awake that night, listening to John's breathing as he thought about the problem at hand. Something was coming, something big.
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Ianto hurried back to the Hub, coming back down to the bunker. Jack was still on the bunk. "They all right?"
Ianto nodded, "They're fine. They are so adorable."
"What did they do this time?" Jack grinned, tugging the sheets back for Ianto as the man undressed.
"Sherlock carried him the whole way, it was cute," the Welshman replied, sliding in next to Jack.
"Awww," Jack said, beaming. "That's completely adorable. I hope nothing happens to either of them, especially since whatever is behind all this is clearly after one if not both boys."
"I hope so too," Ianto said. Then sighed. "But it's Torchwood."
Jack's gaze darkened but dispelled it by kissing Ianto. "Sleep now, love."
"Only if you will." Ianto said.
"I'll try as always." Jack kissed his neck as Ianto fell asleep. He watched the coffee boy sleep, mulling over the problem, unaware that halfway across the city, Sherlock was doing the exact same thing.
All of the names of creatures are Latin based.
Animus = Breath
Terra = Earth
Lusum = treacherous or deceptive
Aqua lumina = luminous (glowing) water
Lupicarne = a combination of Lupus (wolf) and carne (think carnivore), so carnivorous wolf