Torchwood Bluemont
The Alternate Story of Ianto Jones and Jason Monroe
Chapter 2
O_O_O_O_O
Ianto let out an obscene moan. His back arched as large hands gripped his hips.
"Jason..." he whispered. God he loved this man. Never had anyone made him feel like this; nervous and frantic, terrified and elated. All at the same moment. Should they ever be parted, be it death or worse, Ianto knew he would never feel this way again.
The older man pressed his mouth against Ianto's neck, suckling at the sensitive skin there. Another soft utterance then Jason trailed his tongue down a trim, slightly hairy chest. He loved that chest. Just enough hair that he could feel it but not so much that it was distracting. Because he didn't want a single thing to distract him as he made love to his Welshman.
They rolled over, Ianto astride Jason. Their gazes looked then Ianto leaned forward. His tongue darted out. He slowly licked his way down the well-chiseled torso. Long fingers traced a path all the way down to Jason's thighs.
"My my... whatever is this before me? Is it something pleasurable or a pillar of doom?"
"Tease."
"Only for you, my Adonis. My Hercules."
Jason frowned a bit. "Oh? You were awfully friendly with that man at the store earlier."
"Jealous?" Ianto smiled as he pinched his lover's nipples. Jason hissed. "I got us a fantastic deal on those cell phones. Free upgrades and unlimited everything for less than the cost of an mp3 download. All because he liked my voice."
"He liked your ass."
"Temper, lover." Ianto shifted his body until his buttocks were pressed tantalizingly close to the engorged cock beneath him. He wiggled a little, delighting in the tremors that caused.
"Can't help it. Just the thought of someone else touching you..."
Ianto took Jason's face in his hands. "I might flirt once in a while when it benefits Torchwood or us but remember this if nothing else. There is one person in this world for me. And that person is you. Only you. It's ever and always you."
He kissed Jason, his tongue snaking into the familiar mouth. He knew how Jason liked to be touched. He knew how to kiss him. He knew Jason.
Others had caught his eye when he was younger but then he joined Torchwood. Then he went to London and met Jason Monroe. After that, no matter how attractive or how nice, no one else had ever caught his eye. He might flirt when someone showed an interest in him (like the cell phone clerk) but it was only done when the benefits were worth it. He could count on one hand the number of times he had flirted with anyone besides the man whose life he shared. All in the name of Torchwood and cell phones.
Jason's hands slid down to cup the firm buttocks. The flesh was warm and pliable as he squeezed and kneaded. A finger founds it way between the twin mounds. They were long fingers. And one of those fingers easily located and massaged that special spot. Waves of pleasure rolled through Ianto as his lover slowly, gently fingered him.
"And you call me a tease." Ianto hummed and leaned back. "Now stop it and just fuck me already."
"It'll be our pleasure."
Jason flipped them over and parted his lover's thighs. He plunged in with his tongue. The sounds that came from Ianto were low and guttural.
"More... Damn you!"
That was all it took. Jason raised himself up and took Ianto. His cock, hard with desire, impaled the writhing body beneath him. They had been together long enough that a rhythm was achieved instantly. There was something about them that made them different. No one could explain it but Jason's member lubricated itself when he became aroused. It was enough to make intercourse easier, more enjoyable.
And Ianto certainly enjoyed it.
His breath came in harsh, deep pants. He felt like he was drowning and he wouldn't have it any other way. There were few instances when Ianto allowed himself to lose control. Being with Jason, the other half of his soul, was one.
"I love you."
"Don't flirt again. At least not when I'm right there," Jason murmured as he slid out and thrust back in.
"For you, anything."
"Then tell me you love me again."
"I love you... I love you..."
It became a mantra, a prayer. Ianto's words, Jason's thrusts. They moved as one.
O_O_O_O
"Bloody freezing!" Ianto muttered as they climbed out of the car.
"Tell me something I don't know," Jason replied. He looked around at the snow with a scowl on his face. "We'd better get inside before the wind picks up. The weather people say it's gonna be a cold one."
"Jason," Ianto said as he walked as quickly as possible on the slick ice. "This weather had better clear up soon or there's going to be trouble."
"You don't have to tell me that, gorgeous." Jason pulled open the door of Bluemont Genetics, their cover story for the base.
"Good morning!" Shelly beamed as they entered the building.
"Morning, Shells," Ianto said. He set a travel mug on the front counter and took the handful of mail from her. "Anything interesting to report?" he asked as he leafed through a catalog.
Jason looked up at the lack of a response. He smirked as Shelly, his ray of sunshine, sipped at the coffee with a look of bliss on her round face.
"You gave her coffee before asking again," he said in a sing-song voice.
"Wha? Oh for the love of little biscuits." He couldn't get mad. All he did was roll his eyes and shake his head. "You'd think it was a magic potion or something."
"Or an orgasm in a cup."
"Jason! Shelly is here. Behave yourself around a lady."
"So sorry. But then, you did win me over with a cup of coffee, remember?"
Shelly giggled and covered her mouth.
"How did that happen?" she asked.
"He spilled his coffee all over me. Love at first burn."
"Oi!"
Jason smiled at the blush on his lover's face. Even though they had been together for a few years now he could still make Ianto blush. And every single time the young man blushed he couldn't help but remember their first kiss.
Ianto had never kissed another man before him. It had been obvious in his hesitant, clumsy movements. But his lips had been so soft and inviting. It had been theirs'.
That was what made this first kiss so magical.
"Jason, you've got that look on your face."
The head of Torchwood Bluemont shook himself and laughed.
"To work, people. The Rift waits for no one!"
"Nor the weather."
"Bloody snow."
O_O_O_O
Sometime later, mid-day...
"It's a crack."
"I can see that but why is it here?"
"Probably the result of the foundation unsettling."
"What are you two talking about?" Jason asked as he came into the main part of the base. He put his hands on Ianto's hips and pressed close enough for a cuddle.
"Ianto's crack."
"Shaina!"
"Hey, I like your crack," Jason said cheerfully.
"Shut it."
"So what about it? Your crack that is." Jason asked.
"Arse. I want to get it fixed while it's just unsightly but before it becomes a full-blown problem."
"Only you use words like 'unsightly', ya know?"
Ianto shot his lover a dirty look. "Fix my crack, you big Greek lug."
"Gladly." Jason playfully squeezed Ianto's buttocks and nipped at his ear. It wasn't much of a surprise when Ianto reached back and returned the squeeze with one of his own.
"You two are so horny." Jenny came up to them and looked at the crack that extended from left to right, about three feet long. "A little spackle and paint should do the trick."
"That's our Jenny," Ianto said fondly. "Always knows what to do." He pulled himself free of his lover's grasp.
"Ok, boardroom people in five!" Jason called out. "Coffee?"
"For you, anything."
"So, about your crack..."
"Anything but that."
"Gotcha." Pause. "Later?"
"Oh most definitely, Jason."
O_O_O_O
Five minutes later they all sat around the table having lunch. Ten minutes later, after Sam and Ianto had been told off for making salacious hand puppets...
"So still no idea what's causing it?" Jason asked. He sipped at his coffee as he looked around at the group. He fixed a stern glare at Sam who smirked back.
For the last three days the weather had been acting up. Now normally crazy weather wasn't much cause for concern but it was mid-July and there was three feet of snow on the ground. Bluemont, West Virginia might have cold, sometimes brutal winters but they were over usually by May.
Now it was middle of summer (school had been out for almost a month) and it was snowing.
Susan shook her head as she tapped at her PDA.
"Sorry, no idea. There is a strange pattern though..."
"Oh? Do tell." Jason grabbed Ianto's hand (seriously, sometimes his lover could be so childish. Of course, Sam was worse. He was Jason's age.) and stilled it.
"The Rift is acting up. Every time the temperature drops there's a tiny surge on the Rift monitor."
"Think there might be a connection?" Ianto asked. He pulled his hand free and folded both on the table. The epitome of good behavior (oh how Jason was not fooled).
"With our luck?" Susan grinned. "I'll eat my spleen if there isn't. With soy sauce. Roasted over a slow flame."
Sam set down the sandwich he had been eating and wiped his mouth. Appetite gone. "Yeah, thanks for that lovely image. So what do we do?"
Jason leaned back in his chair. "What we've been doing. Monitor the Rift and everything that pops out. While we're doing that, we study the weather and look for that spleen-eating connection."
"Hmph."
"Scoff away but so far that's all we can do," Jason pointed out. "Bobby, tap into the National Weather Network to see if there's anything new to report. See if this is happening anywhere else or if it's still localized here."
"You got it."
"Ianto, contact Torchwood Prime. Ask them if they have anything on file concerning weird weather patterns. And if Harkness answers..."
"Tell him where to stuff it," finished Ianto.
Sam made a rather naughty gesture involving both of his hands.
"From what I've heard," Shantaye said with a grin. "You don't want to put it like that."
"Yeah," Bobby said. "He just might take you up on the offer!"
"Better not," Jason grumbled.
They all laughed as Ianto patted his lover's arm.
"Now, now Jason, you've nothing to fear. I happen to prefer Greek-Americans."
"Ok, if you're all quite finished tormenting me, let's get to work."
O_O_O_O
Several hours later...
Ianto and Jason were walking out to their car when Ianto saw it.
"Did you see that?"
"What?" Jason unlocked the door and held it open for his partner. It was cold and he wanted to get home before the roads completely froze over.
"I thought I saw someone watching us."
"Where?"
"There, that car across the road. There was someone next to it."
Jason handed the keys to Ianto. "Start the car up." Then he crossed the road and peered in through the car's windows. There was no one there. For good measure he crouched down and looked underneath but nothing. He stood and walked back to his car.
"Didn't see anything," he said as he slid into the driver's seat. He looked up at the silence and froze. "What the... Ianto?" He climbed out of the car and looked around. "Ianto?" Where had he gone?
"IANTO!"
O_O_O_O
"-eral spikes! It's all over the city!"
Sam was trying to call Jason's cell phone but there was a busy tone. With half an ear he listened to the shouted analysis behind him. Ten minutes ago Jason had told them to wrap up and head out. He and Ianto had left a few minutes later. And then suddenly the Rift monitor went crazy and the base locked itself down.
"Sam?"
He looked at Jenny and forced a smile. "Not picking up."
"Code Apple. You're in charge then."
"Yeah." He glanced at his phone then put it in his pocket. "What have we got, guys?"
"You mean besides one seriously confused Welshman?"
They all turned and stared at Ianto, who was looking around in annoyance.
"Anyone care to explain HOW the hell I got back in here when I was just out there a minute ago?"
Sam opened his mouth but before he could answer...
"And MUST you have the A-Team theme for a ring tone?"
"Shut it, Jones." Sam pulled his phone back out. "Jason! Been trying to call you the la- what? No, Ianto's here. No really! Ianto, come soothe lover boy!"
Ianto snatched the phone from him and raised it to his ear. "Jason?"
"Thank God... What happened? Why'd you leave?"
"I didn't. One minute I was starting the car up while you were across the street and the next I found myself in the hall of the base."
"But you're ok?"
"I'm fine." Ianto swallowed. "You?"
"Fine. Why can't I get downstairs?"
Ianto turned to one of the computers and pulled up the internal CCTV for the office above. He could see his lover standing by the 'Employees Only' door that led to the underground base.
"Lock down of some sort. And from the looks of it..." He tapped at the keyboard. "The Rift is very active. Oh, and the temperature is dropping. If this keeps up, it'll be several degrees below freezing within the hour. And it's only going to continue to drop."
"Ok, have Susan and Bobby try to unlock the base while the rest of you try to figure out the Rift readings. I'll contact the police and put them on alert."
"Got it." Ianto glanced at the others (who were busy and paying him no mind) and lowered his voice. "I love you."
"Love you too."
"Try not to go outside."
"I won't."
Neither wanted to say it but both were afraid for the other.
O_O_O_O
The man in the hat and long coat watched as Jason tried to get into his base. He raised his face towards the sky.
Torchwood thought that this was bad. Torchwood was afraid and worried. They weren't stupid.
But this abnormal weather was only a small part of it.
Soon they would see.
Soon they would know.
O_O_O_O
The Rift settled down as quickly as it had gone off. The lock down ended on its own. As Jason swiftly made his way downstairs and obliged Ianto as the younger man pushed into his arms, he wondered what the hell had happened.
A quick briefing and he sent everyone out in pairs to check out the mess that the Rift had left in its wake. It was quite surprising, and unnerving, that each of the Rift spikes that had been registered had deposited a body. Each body was charred beyond recognition. It would take autopsies to determine if they were human or alien.
"Seventeen Rift spikes and seventeen bodies burnt to a crisp." Jason looked at his team. Despite the late hour they were all wide awake. This was the part of the job he hated. "Jenny, anything yet?"
His doctor and friend shook her head. "I was able to take some... skin samples and draw what looked like crystallized blood from each body. I'm running tests now and should have results within the hour."
"Ok," he said. "Was there anything at any of the sights that stood out? Anything at all."
Heads shook in response.
"Ok, Ianto, anything from Cardiff?"
"Harkness sent over files on what is commonly referred to as fairies that-"
"Fairies?" Sam said. "You're kidding?"
"Nope sorry. Fairies but with a flair for violence. Their presence is indicated by unusual weather patterns and red rose petals. However," Ianto said. "The fairies are connected to children."
Jenny sat up straighter. "Children?"
"Yes. Apparently some children, usually lonely children, are selected to be Chosen Ones. They become fairies and gain the powers that other fairies have. As well as the bad tempers."
"So you think these fairies might be what's causing this?" Jenny asked.
"It's possible but I have my doubts."
"Ok," Jason said. "Was there anything else?"
"Harkness asked me if I would just sit there and talk to him for a bit. Said he liked my vowels."
Jason glared at him. "Remind me to ring him up later. Anything else pertaining to this mess?"
"No, sorry."
Susan raised her hand. "Maybe I can access the old Torchwood Archives. The ones from London. See if there's something there?"
"Do it. Alright people, as much as I would love to stay the night here, I say we all go home and-"
The lights went out.
Static came over the intercom.
"No one will leave."
Jason felt Ianto reach for his hand and he clutched it tight.
They were locked in again.
O_O_O_O_O_O_O
TBC
A/N... just FYI, Sam is SiC not Ianto. Ianto is the Archivist and field agent.