Same Ianto, Different Jack
Chapter 33
by Gracefultree
A/N: Thank you so much for all the positive reviews! Here is an 11k word chapter that I just couldn't break in half. You'll see why. There's one or two more chapters left, so enjoy!
Warnings for sex & violence. But Ianto's home, so it's all good, right?
Poll: I have two stories ready to post after this. Would you rather read about Jack and Ianto's 'arrangement,' or one about Ianto meeting Jack at a gay club? Let me know.
And now: Enjoy the story!
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Ianto knelt on the floor of cell 27, both hands flat against the glass as he stared at the glassy-eyed body of his lover. And this Jack was His Jack. The kiss confirmed it. The way Jack looked so happy to see him confirmed it. He was home. He was home, and Jack was dead, had died protecting him, and he was stuck in a cell where he couldn't hold Jack when he revived.
Mainframe informed the base that Torchwood was in 'Priority One Lockdown,' whatever that was. Ianto had only ever heard of 'lockdown.' Maybe Jack had made some changes while he was away?
He raised his head to look at the soldiers — for that's what they were, whether they were wearing Torchwood-issued uniforms or not — who shot Jack. He never thought he'd see Torchwood soldiers again, not after Canary Wharf fell, not with Jack's aversion to being in charge of an army, or to the cold, deadly patterns that evolved at Torchwood One with its militia. But Jack reminded Matheson that he, Jack, was in charge, so he must have approved of this, at least at some level.
The man in charge of the soldiers started barking orders as if they hadn't just killed a man. He had a Welsh accent, Ianto noticed. And, Ianto realized, he hadn't been the one to order them to fire on Jack. Interesting.
"Johnson, check on the Captain. Miller, Benton, cover him. Saito, get the hose. He'll want that glass clear. Biggs, get the Captain fresh clothes."
"Aye, sir," the various men answered, moving to follow his commands. Johnson, a young man of no more than 25, approached Jack's body cautiously.
"He's completely out, sir," Johnson reported. "I estimate ten to fifteen minutes with this kind of damage."
"All right. Fall back and maintain position."
Ianto watched as Saito returned and sprayed down the glass with a power hose, giving Jack a cursory wash as well. He didn't acknowledge Ianto. None of them did. Bloody water sluiced across the floor and into the drain set in the middle of the corridor. Ianto watched, fascinated. Usually the drains were in the individual cells, but having one in the corridor as well made logical sense. Practical sense. He wondered why he'd never suggested it before. The leader stepped forward, stopping five feet away from Jack's body. He glanced at Ianto, then over his shoulder to the picture of Ianto on Jack's nightstand. His eyes widened in recognition. "You're —"
"Thomas, report!" Matheson shouted over the comms.
"Situation under control, sir," Thomas replied, touching the unit in his ear. "The Captain is down and our visitor is locked in a cell."
"Finally! At last something goes right around here. Esther, what's the status of the lockdown Jack caused?"
"I'm sorry, Rex, whatever Jack did, he locked everyone out of the system except himself and Gwen. No one can do anything. Mainframe is offline to anyone but Jack and Gwen, I can't access the CCTV network, the Armory is triple deadlocked, and all the doors and escape routes are completely sealed. We're trapped. We can use the comms, but we can't call out and he's blocked all mobile reception. I can't even bounce the signal off the waterpower, like Ianto Jones did when they were in a lockdown back in 2007. This lockdown is even worse than that. We're trapped inside and can't do anything but talk to each other," a woman answered. She, like Matheson, had an American accent. Was Torchwood in America, now? Ianto asked himself. Maybe Jack had changed his recruitment policies. Maybe he wanted others around that sounded like him, though he'd never seemed to care before.
"You mean to tell me that the entire Torchwood complex is in complete lockdown and only World War II and Cooper can change that?"
"I'm sorry, but, yes."
"And Cooper's in London?"
"Yes."
"Fucking bastard!" Matheson swore. "Thomas, I'm coming down there. Keep our prisoner under watch and don't let Jack talk to him when he revives. Kill him again if you need to.."
"Yes, sir," Thomas replied, still staring at Ianto. The comms clicked off in Ianto's ear and Thomas reached up to deactivate his. "Are you really him?" Thomas asked, indicating the picture. He might have agreed to Matheson's orders, but it didn't seem to Ianto that he intended to follow them, if he was talking to Ianto himself.
"Yes," Ianto answered.
"Thank God!" Thomas declared. "You have no idea how good it is to meet you. I'm Lieutenant Bruce Thomas. I trained under Jack."
"Ianto Jones," Ianto answered, wondering if the comment about training under Jack was a euphemism for sex or just a way of telling Ianto where his loyalties lay. He decided he needed more information before he made up his mind. "Who's Matheson?"
"Head of Field Ops. He's been around Torchwood longer than anyone but Cooper and the Captain, but I've worked here continuously, whereas he's been sporadic in the past."
"What's a Code Black?" Ianto asked.
"If the Captain were to be compromised an unable to lead, a Code Black rescinds his command codes and puts Gwen Cooper in charge. Since she's offsite, Rex Matheson in next."
"Compromised, how?"
"Alien taking over his body, being too emotionally invested in a case, being too ill to be able to command. There's a few more, but those are the main ones."
"Ah. Makes sense," Ianto muttered. "But why kill him?"
"To prevent contact between the two of you. If you're an alien threat sent to gain his trust and manipulate him to take over the base…" Bruce paused. He glanced back at his men, remembering where he was. "There's a biological sample analyzer in the wall by the bed. If we get that started now, you should be confirmed as you by the time Rex and the Captain finish their dramatics and we can let you out and end the Code Black."
Ianto touched his split lip, catching a drop of blood on his forefinger, wondering if Jack had bitten him for just this purpose. He decided that he had. The timing was too neat. By the time he returned to the glass, a pair of soldiers were stripping Jack's body of the soaking wet, bloody, and torn clothing. They went about it respectfully, doing their best not to jostle his body too much or let his head hit the floor as it regrew itself. One of them dried him off with a thick towel. They didn't seem either surprised by Jack's ability to come back to life or particularly disgusted at the activity of dressing a dead man while his body reconstituted itself. They also, Ianto noticed, transferred the contents of his pockets, though they didn't give him back his Webley.
"Can you let me out?" Ianto asked Bruce. "You can keep the guards on us, of course. He'll want me there when he comes back."
"I'm sorry, son, we can't risk your life like that, not if you're really the Mr. Jones we've been waiting for." Son? Ianto thought, then he noticed the bit of gray at Bruce's temples. He was at least fifteen years older than Ianto, so he supposed he could get away with calling him that.
"Risk my life? Jack would never hurt me! He wants me holding him when he revives!"
"Maybe he used to, but I'm not taking that chance with how he comes back now."
Suddenly, Jack gasped back to life. Before Ianto could even say his name, Jack used the violence of his resurrection to grab a gun from the nearest soldier and throw himself to his feet. He smashed the butt of the gun into the man's face and turned quickly to knock out the second man in a similar fashion. He turned it around to fire on them. A half-dozen bullets striking his chest and head from the covering soldiers prevented Jack from killing the men, as his body slumped against the glass in front of Ianto again.
"Jack!" Ianto shouted. He pounded on the glass. "Let me out! I have to go to him! Let me out! For God's sake, let me out of this fucking cell right now!"
Bruce turned his back on Ianto and returned to his position. "Shit, didn't want to have to do that," he muttered. "You, get another set of clothes!" he barked at one of his men. Several others stepped forward to drag the unfortunate Biggs and the other soldier away.
When his shouting and swearing didn't cause Bruce to let him out, Ianto decided that he'd have to do something on his own. He started pressing buttons on his vortex manipulator to unlock the cell, but he got an error message with everything he tried. He also couldn't teleport out of the cell, which surprised him. He wondered if there was something to do with the blue glow that prevented it. Alien technology, probably.
He looked around for a swipe card reader, thinking one of his might work, but all he found was a handprint reader. He walked over to put his hand on it. The light above the scanner flashed red. It wouldn't let him out. The comms clicked on in Ianto's ear again, freezing him in his place, and from the lack of response from Bruce and the rest of his men, he could tell that he was intercepting a transmission they couldn't hear.
"Rex Matheson! I go away for one bloody day and you —"
"Gwen!" Ianto shouted, activating the comms on his end and banging on the glass for good measure, giving up on trying the handprint again when he had someone he knew to talk to. "Gwen, it's me! It's Ianto! You have to let me out! You have to let me be with Jack! Gwen!"
Silence greeted his shouting, then Gwen spoke again, her voice cautious.
"How do I know it's really you?"
"Um, when I was taken, you were planning your wedding. It was next week, and I'd just bailed that friend of Rhys' out of jail. Banana-boat. He was trying to smuggle CDs or DVDs, or something like that. Please, Gwen, Jack's already died twice and he can't wake up alone again."
"Oh, God, you sound like the Ianto I remember. But I need more than that, sweetheart. And if Bruce hasn't told you already, we're not risking you! Not when you've only just gotten back."
"And how the fuck did you tap our comms, anyway?" Rex demanded angrily. "These are supposed to be the most secure in the entire world!"
"I know everything," Ianto joked. Gwen laughed, relaxing him slightly, but he knew he had to come up with something that would convince her. Something personal. Something private. Something only the two of them would know. He tugged on his hair to try to remember. Then it hit him.
"Gwen, remember when Jack died? When Abaddon killed him? He stayed dead for five days, and you sat by his body the entire time. I didn't get a single minute alone with him to say goodbye, did I? After he left, after he left with the Doctor, I started sleeping in his bunker, and three days into it, you cornered me in the Archives when you knew I was alone and confronted me about why. You didn't think it was appropriate for me to be in Jack's personal space like that, because, in your own words, just because Jack snogged me in front of everyone didn't give me a claim on his affections or his stuff and space. Remember what I said to that?"
"Yes," Gwen whispered.
"I said, I said, just because he flirts with you, doesn't mean he hasn't been fucking me since the day we met. Because we had been."
"Yes," Gwen repeated.
"Then I called you an uncaring, selfish bitch for taking all that time with him and not letting me say goodbye when you knew full-well that we were something to each other."
"Yes," Gwen repeated again, her voice softer.
"And I accused you of not really loving Rhys, didn't I? Because you were willing to destroy the world to get him back, but ignored him in favor of Jack for almost an entire week."
"Yes," Gwen repeated for the third time, her voice almost inaudible.
"I called you a whore for sleeping with Owen and eye-fucking Jack at every opportunity."
"I glared at you every time you came down those five days," Gwen admitted. "I didn't want you to be the one he saw when he woke up. I was so jealous of you, I couldn't stand it."
"I wanted to kill you for not letting me say goodbye. Him coming back is the only thing that saved you. That and Tosh."
"I was furious you already knew about his immortality. I didn't believe he'd told you. I thought I was the only one he'd told."
"He didn't tell you, Gwen, you saw it happen. He didn't have a choice but to let you keep that knowledge," Ianto added, giving more detail than he ordinarily might have. She was testing him, after all, and he needed to to convince her he was himself.
"When did he tell you?"
"I suspected since the beginning because of rumors at One, but he confirmed it after the incident with the fairies. We weren't even sleeping together again, yet."
"I was so angry when he chose you over me when he got back. I was convinced it wasn't serious between you."
"And I thought I was his second choice because you'd gotten engaged and were even less available than before."
"You weren't, though. You were his choice. He sat me down after the space whale mission and told me in no uncertain terms to stop flirting with him. He said that was the condition of letting Rhys keep his memories, that I had to respect your relationship."
"Really? He called it that?"
"Yes. I cried for days. We were all so young and stupid," she added. "Think about how much we lost out on because we were such idiots."
"I'm sorry, Gwen."
"I am, too, darling. I'm so glad you're back!"
"Can you let me out now?" he asked, even as he smiled at her constantly changing endearment. It was so like Gwen, though it no longer had the passive-aggressive tone that used to put his teeth on edge. "He's going to revive soon."
"I have to be onsite to do anything, pet. Jack was very specific when he explained the Emergency Protocol to me."
"You knew about this?" Rex demanded angrily. Ianto started slightly. In talking with Gwen he'd forgotten about the man. "Why didn't he tell me?"
"Because you'd already set plans for Code Black in motion," Gwen explained. "You, Rex Matheson, need to revoke the Code Black right now. Jack's not compromised!"
"Of course he's compromised! An intruder shows up, claims to be his long-lost lover —"
"I'm not an intruder," Ianto pointed out. "You'll find I'm still on the payroll, actually," Ianto guessed. He doubted His Jack would take the step of declaring him dead, not when they'd spoken on the TARDIS, so he assumed Jack left his employee file open, but inactive, while he waited for Ianto to return.
"What?" Rex demanded.
"It's true. Jack never took him off the books," Gwen agreed.
"How the fuck did you know that, Jones?" Rex growled.
"Can Jack let me out of here?" Ianto asked, ignoring Rex's question.
"I should think so!" Gwen answered, giggling. Oh, he'd missed that sound, though not as much as one of His Jack's lusty chuckles. "He's not been waiting this long for you to get back only to keep you locked away in that horrid cell." She paused, and Ianto could hear the sound of a helicopter in the background. "I'm on my way back," Gwen said. "The chopper just got here."
"What?" Rex demanded. "You're leaving Buckingham Palace? Just like that?"
"When I get word that my best friend has been killed because you initiated a Code Black, just as the Rift flare we've been waiting on for years comes in, yes, I'm going to bloody well leave Buckingham Palace! The King understood. He and the Queen have known about Ianto for ages! "
"King? Queen?" Ianto blurted. "What happened to Queen Elizabeth?"
"King William V and Queen Consort Catherine," Gwen explained. "It turned out that Charles had a bit too much werewolf in his blood, so when Elizabeth died last year, Prince William ascended to the throne."
"Why he had to get the King involved is beyond me," Rex muttered under his breath. "This is an internal Torchwood matter."
Suddenly, Jack thrashed back to life, clutching the gun to his chest that Bruce and the others hadn't taken from him yet. Bruce hadn't let anyone near him, saying that Jack having a gun in hand would be better than having people near and in danger, since Jack would resurrect more quickly this time. Jack slammed his back against the cell door, his eyes wild as he looked around, seeing all the blood from his second death. "Bruce?" he barked. His breathing came in harsh pants, and Ianto could tell from the set of his shoulders that he was on the way to an anxiety or panic attack.
"It's all right, Captain. It's all yours. You just knocked Biggs and Raj out," Bruce answered.
Jack threw the gun away from him as quickly as he could. He climbed to his feet to confront Bruce. "How many times have I told you to keep them away from me when I'm coming back?" he shouted at the top of his lungs. He wiped his bloody hands on his shirt. "You know what I'm like! You know —"
"Try to relax, Jack," Bruce added, switching to the more intimate use of Jack's name rather than rank in an effort to calm him. "Look behind you."
Jack whirled in his spot, his eyes finding Ianto immediately. "Ianto?" His voice sounded so hopeful, so lonely, that Ianto wondered if his heart would break just from hearing it.
"It's me, Jack," Ianto answered with a smile, pushing aside his worry at Jack's tone. "It's really me. I'm home."
"He's confirmed it for me, Jack," Gwen added over the general comms. Bruce suddenly smiled, his expression lightening considerably. "He's our Ianto. Bruce, you've got the all-clear from me."
Jack closed his eyes and Ianto could read a prayer of thanksgiving on his lips.
"I said, don't allow contact!" Rex shouted on the intercom. "Talking is contact! We're still in a Code Black, people. Kill him again."
Three soldiers, all young, promptly shot Jack.
"Hold your fire!" Bruce shouted. "Hold your fire!" Yes, he's on Jack's side of this situation, Ianto decided, seeing the anger on Bruce's face.
Ianto got on his knees near Jack's head, a hand pressed against the glass. When Jack revived again, he started talking softly, hoping to forestall Jack's anger and confusion. "It's all right, Jack. I'm here. I'm back. You're going to be fine."
Jack turned around to face Ianto, putting his hand on the glass across from Ianto's hand. "Ianto," he breathed.
"Why don't you open the door?" Ianto suggested, his voice dropping to a soft purr without conscious thought. He could tell, even through the glass, that Jack was in pain from dying, and he had one way of comforting him that always worked. And after three years (or however many it had been for Jack), he didn't care if Jack stripped and fucked him in front of Bruce and his men. Hell, he'd do it in front of Gwen and that asshole Rex if it gave Jack some relief. He rolled his eyes at himself and how much of an exhibitionist he'd allowed himself to become since he met Jack. There was a time, long ago, when he hadn't even wanted to kiss Lisa in public, and now he was considering having sex with Jack in front of strangers. (Not counting the strangers they'd pulled for just that purpose, ages ago. They wouldn't be doing that anytime soon, if Ianto had a say in the matter.) He shoved that worry aside to deal with later, if ever. "We've got some catching up to do."
Jack's eyes dilated immediately at Ianto's tone. He rose and reached for the panel beside the door to type in the release code. Ianto rose with him, keeping one hand on the glass.
"Everyone, fall back!" Rex shouted, striding confidently into the hallway. The soldiers immediately fanned out against the walls, though Bruce kept his position. A tall black man dressed in an ill-fitting suit and looking like he had a personal thunder cloud following him around, Rex impressed Ianto as someone he wouldn't have expected Jack to want as part of Torchwood. Jack scowled and started inputting a long string of numbers into the keypad.
"Not so fast!" Rex declared, stepping up to them and pumping a bullet into Jack's head from behind. His body slumped to the ground, but not before Ianto had an eyeful of blood and gray matter. Again. He wasn't sure he could take this much longer. Rex shot out the keypad next, making it impossible for Jack to finish the code when he came back.
"Jack!" Ianto turned his full fury on the man, glaring at him with a hatred he didn't know he possessed. "I don't know who you are, and, honestly, I don't give a fuck, but I'll tell you this. When I get out of here, I will kill you very, very slowly," Ianto snarled. "I'll feed your body to the Weevils, I'll make you wish you were never born!"
"That's it?" Rex asked, snorting in disbelief. "That's the only thing the famous Ianto Jones can say? What a come-back line! 'I'll kill you very slowly.' Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," he added sarcastically. Rex glanced down at Jack's body and casually crushed his skull with the heel of his shoe, grinding bone into flesh before kicking the body away from him. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Ianto.
Ianto pounded on the glass, red fury overtaking everything as he shouted obscenities and threats in every language he knew. Behind Rex, Bruce was speaking urgently to one of his soldiers. In his ear, Gwen was trying to soothe him and the woman Esther was pleading with Rex to be nicer to Jack and let go of the feud from last week's mission.
Rex turned from Ianto to took at Bruce. "Something to say, Thomas?"
"No, sir," Bruce replied, settling his gun against his hip and standing at attention.
Jack gasped back to life again, more violently than he had yet to do since Ianto returned, which was saying something. Rex didn't seem to expect it just then, as Jack caught him off-guard with a swift kick to the shin that sent Rex toppling to the floor. Ianto watched in horror as the two men fought, occasionally looking to Bruce to see if he or his men would intervene, though they didn't. Eventually, Jack won, spinning away from Rex and knocking into one of the soldiers, coming away with the man's gun. It looked almost like a practiced move, and the soldier had a slight smirk on his face as he handed the firearm over. Jack shot Rex in the chest. Once Rex was down, Jack sprayed bullets across his body, a vicious gleam in his eyes that scared Ianto in its intensity. Jack was enjoying this. What had happened to the man he knew?
"Bruce, get him out of here," Jack ordered. "Usual procedures. The rest of you, get out." He handed the gun back to the soldier he borrowed it from and turned to look at Ianto, a smile finding its way back to his face.
"Yes, sir." Bruce said enthusiastically, clearly intending to follow Jack's orders in a way he didn't want to follow Rex's. He pointed to the two oldest men on his team, and two from the other team, and together the four of them grabbed Rex's body and restrained him, with his arms behind his back and his ankles shackled together. They dragged the body from the vault. "All right, everyone, move out," Bruce ordered, motioning. Just as they were leaving, one of the youngest soldiers turned and shot Jack in the head. Thomas had him against the wall with an arm across his neck in seconds. "What the fuck was that?" he snarled, his anger barely controlled.
"I — I'm sorry, sir, but in a Code Black situation, Mr Matheson's orders supersede the Captain's…" the main trailed off into a cough when Bruce pressed harder against his windpipe. Bruce growled before reaching back and grabbing a pair of handclaps from his belt.
"And you just earned yourself time in the cell next to Rex's," Bruce declared.
"No!" the soldier protested. "No, don't put me there! You can't put me next to that! No!"
"Regulations also state that when Matheson is down and the Captain back, if Cooper isn't onsite the Code Black is rescinded, unless there's obvious alien intervention," another soldier reminded his fellow. "There might be a greater emotional involvement in this situation, but the Captain's not being controlled by an alien."
"But — but that's —"
"Not an alien," Bruce declared. "He proved himself to Cooper, or didn't you hear the all clear from her?"
The soldier blanched, and Ianto felt a momentary burst of pity for the man at having to be next to Rex, but it didn't last long, since Jack was lying dead in a puddle of blood and brains for the fifth time in under an hour.
He moved back from the glass and started pressing a different set of commands into his vortex manipulator. If he got this right, and the protections around the cell weren't calibrated to block it, he had one option left to get to Jack.
New Jack, when he gave Ianto the vortex manipulator, had a little over a week to show him basic functions before Ianto took the Rift to the next universe. The very first thing he showed him was the Emergency Retrieval settings, wherein a Time Agent could lock onto the nearest vortex manipulator within the same time and bring it to him. Often used when one's partner was unconscious or injured, or, Goddess forbid, dead, New Jack muttered, it was a last-ditch effort that often killed the Agent in question, since an unexpected teleport when injured, without immediate expert medical attention upon arrival could easily be deadly, depending on where and when they were. It wasn't even about the Agent, most of the time, but, rather, about getting the vortex manipulator back before it fell into enemy hands. But Jack was already dead and wouldn't have to worry about dying again yet, so Ianto activated the Retrieval, praying that the difference between it and the usual teleport would be enough for it to work through the defenses of cell 27.
A bright blueish-white light enveloped Jack's body, and when Ianto lowered his hand from shielding his eyes, Jack was lying in front of him on the floor of cell 27. He breathed a sigh of relief and got on the floor to pull Jack into an embrace, not caring about the blood on his clothing. He leaned against the side of the bed and arranged Jack with his back to Ianto's chest, his arms under Jack's, one hand over his heart and the other clutching his forearm. He settled down to wait.
Bruce Thomas, who had run back over when Jack's body disappeared, stared at Ianto and the scene he was creating. Into the silence, Mainframe spoke over the base-wide intercom.
"DNA match confirmed 100% accuracy for Jones, Ianto, Torchwood Officer #17386. Awaiting retina, hand, fingerprint and voice scans to reactivate." The Intruder Alarm cut off abruptly. Ianto wasn't an intruder, according to Mainframe. Good.
"Can I do that in here?" Ianto asked.
"You'll need a computer terminal in the main Hub. We'll get you sorted," Bruce assured him, his entire demeanor kinder since first Gwen and then Mainframe confirmed Ianto's identity.
"Thank you. I'll take over here, Bruce," Ianto said, glancing at Jack for a moment. "Bring Gwen down when she arrives, but give us a ten-minute warning, yeah?" He winked, and Bruce coughed in response. It seemed he knew Jack well enough to know what to expect when Ianto and Jack reunited. Bruce nodded silently and herded his men from the hallway, leaving Ianto alone with Jack's body. He clutched Jack tighter against his chest. "Come on, Jack. Come back to me," he pleaded. "I came back for you, now you return the favor!"
Jack came back to life, struggling and thrashing in Ianto's arms. Ianto spoke softly, a mix of English and Welsh that had always worked before, telling Jack he was safe, that he was loved, that he was going to be all right, and that the pain would pass. When Jack settled and opened his eyes, he looked straight into Ianto's.
"Ianto? Is this a dream?" he whispered, sitting up, his voice and expression a mixture of awe, hope and disbelief. He looked more vulnerable than Ianto had ever seen him. More vulnerable than New Jack had been at the beginning, even.
"Does it feel like one?" Ianto asked, leaning forward to kiss Jack's lips gently.
"Only the best dreams start like this," Jack murmured appreciatively when they broke away. He traced Ianto's split lip with a tender finger. "Sorry about this."
"Mainframe just confirmed my identity," Ianto told him. "Think we can get out of this cell? Find somewhere private?"
Jack looked down at himself, frowning. "I'm bloody and disgusting," he complained. "Hardly the reunion I wanted."
"Well, let's get you out of these clothes, then," Ianto said, already working on the buttons of Jack's shirt as he leaned forward to kiss him again. "Wouldn't be the first time we shagged right after you came back."
The comms in his ear beeped, and by Jack's sudden tenseness, Ianto could tell he heard, too, though he didn't see a comm unit on his ear.
"Jack, are you back with the living?" Gwen asked.
"Gwen?"
"You probably didn't hear, but I've left Buckingham Palace. The King and Queen send their regards. I should be at the helipad in forty-five minutes. Will my palm print get me inside?"
"Yes," Jack answered. "I'll need you to mind the fort for a while."
"You put Rex in that special cell again, didn't you?"
"He killed me!" Jack exclaimed. "He had the boys kill me, several times!"
"Five," Ianto muttered, earning a look from Jack and a gasp from Gwen.
"I'm not protesting you putting him in there, Jack. Christ knows he can be a pompous asshole most of the time, but the two of you have got to learn how to work through your differences in another way than killing each other."
"Yeah? Tell him that."
"I do, every time this happens. Just like I tell you." She paused. "I'm turning off my comms, now, until I'm back. Have a nice catch-up with Ianto, yeah? I'll see you both soon."
"Thanks, Gwen." Jack pulled a small device from his ear and tossed it in the direction of the nightstand. He turned back to Ianto. "There's a lot I'll have to tell you about how Torchwood runs," Jack explained softly. "And the government, and what's happened —"
"Later," Ianto growled, running his hands up under Jack's t-shirt. "We have something more important to do."
"Oh, yeah," Jack sighed. He groaned more loudly than usual when Ianto brushed his nipples with cool fingers.
"Sensitive, are we?" Ianto asked with a chuckle.
"It's been — a long time," Jack admitted. He started kissing Ianto's neck, his tongue swiping along Ianto's skin every so often, sending waves of pleasure through Ianto. One of Jack's hands found its way into Ianto's hair, dislodging the comm unit as he went, while the other clutched at Ianto's sleeve. Ianto smiled into the kiss, deepening it and drawing Jack even closer to him.
"You haven't lost your touch," he informed Jack. "And I've waited for you the last three months since we got to talk," he added, thinking he'd have to tell Jack later about New New Jack's reaction to Ianto's decision to abstain from sex until he was home with His Jack. It hadn't been a fun three months while they all waited, and Other Ianto's tentative steps towards New New Jack hadn't been enough to sweeten New New Jack's mood. He'd tell him about it later, though, just like he'd have to find out about who this Rex character was, and why it seemed like he and Jack killed each other on a regular-enough basis that Gwen had a speech about it. He wondered briefly where Tosh and Owen were, but, again, there was time to catch up on details later.
Somehow they maneuvered themselves up onto the bed without breaking contact, Jack's bloody shirts thrown across the room and Ianto's shirt, tie and jacket tossed in the opposite direction. Their shoes and boots disappeared, though Ianto noticed in the back of his head the thump of one of Jack's boots hitting the glass of the cell door, reminding him briefly that they weren't in Jack's bunker, that they weren't in a private place, and that they were likely going to be interrupted sooner rather than later and could possibly even be under surveillance and recorded right that moment. He decided that he still didn't care.
They didn't need words to agree that a quick shag came before everything else. They both knew they'd take their time as soon as possible after the details of Ianto's return were sorted to Jack's satisfaction. Jack whimpered when Ianto's hand brushed his cock through his trousers, sounding almost as if he were in pain.
"Jack," Ianto breathed, feeling the tenseness of Jack's muscles as Jack lay on top on him. Jack seemed completely on edge, as if he was about to burst at any minute. Ianto didn't like it, and knew Jack would be horrifically ashamed if he came too soon the first time they were together. He needed more information, and he needed to do something about it that wouldn't embarrass Jack. "Jack, how long has it been?"
"Eight years," Jack whispered, lowering his head to hide in the crook of Ianto's neck. He brushed a thumb over Ianto's nipple, teasing his chest hair. Probably an attempt to distract Ianto. Ianto enjoyed the sensation but didn't fall to temptation.
"Eight?"
"Eight years, five months, seventeen days and —" Jack looked at his watch "—seven hours, twenty-three minutes."
"How long since you've had sex?" Ianto asked, not wanting to hear the answer because he could tell by Jack's response that he must've scratched the itch at some point, but needing to know the answer if he was going to take care of Jack's mental state as well as his physical needs. Eight and a half years was a long time to go without sex, especially for Jack. Jack froze, and Ianto felt the warmth of tears on his shoulder, confirming Ianto's suspicions. His hand stilled on Ianto's chest, resting over his heart.
"I've had sex with other people," Jack answered, and Ianto could hear the shame in his voice, the guilt, the sorrow.
"Tell me."
"Two nights, six years ago," Jack said in a soft, broken voice. "With a man named Alonso that the Doctor introduced me to. A night with someone I don't even remember six months later when a mission went balls up and I couldn't kill myself to get relief. A single night four years ago, same kind of thing. And two years ago I was hit by an alien artifact that didn't wear off for three weeks. I don't remember much, but the field report said — God, I don't want to think about it. I'm sorry. I —"
"Jack, it's ok," Ianto reassured him even as his brain told him that Jack hadn't waited the full three years for Ianto like he'd been in the process of promising when their conversation on the TARDIS got cut off so abruptly. He felt a brief flare of anger and jealousy, though it was quickly tempered by compassion. Jack wasn't expecting a positive response from Ianto, he could tell, which meant that he'd been feeling guilty about it all this time, and Jack had a great capacity for guilt. He was even feeling guilty for the alien intervention, which he couldn't have controlled. He didn't need any negative feelings from Ianto to make him feel worse. Ianto had to convey that it didn't matter. And it didn't, he realized as he stroked Jack's back soothingly. He'd been with so many other Jacks, that His Jack needing a little sex here and there wasn't actually a problem. Hell, Jack had been remarkably restrained, given his history and how often the two of them used to have sex. "Everything's ok. We're ok."
"Really?" Jack asked, raising his head to meet Ianto's eyes. His own were bloodshot from crying.
"Really," Ianto told him. He cupped Jack's face in his hands and kissed him tenderly. "How many times have I told you I won't ask for monogamy?"
"I wanted to give it to you," Jack declared. "I want to —"
"I know. We'll do it. Starting now, yeah?"
Jack gave him a watery smile and an enthusiastic nod. "I love you, Ianto Jones."
"And I love you, Captain Jack Harkness," Ianto replied. They kissed again, and Ianto felt relief flowing off Jack in waves.
The kiss started out harsh and needy, like the first one in the corridor, but it soon morphed into the most tender and passionate kiss of Ianto's entire life. With an internal start of surprise that didn't keep him from threading his fingers through Jack's hair to keep him close, Ianto suddenly understood what was different about this kiss.
Unlike before, with Jack, or New Jack, or any of the others, this time Ianto didn't hold anything back of himself. He gave Jack everything. He wasn't scared of losing himself to Jack, or betraying His Jack by being with one of the others. He gave freely of his heart, telling Jack through his lips and tongue and breath what words seemed so inadequate to express.
He belonged to Jack. His heart and mind and soul and body all belonged to Jack. Even his death belonged to Jack. He was done denying it or playing games. He was Jack's and he knew with sudden clarity that his whole life had been building towards this exact moment. And from Jack's response, he was feeling something very similar.
"Wow," Jack breathed, still kissing Ianto with an intensity that would have terrified them both before the Rift intervened. "I could kiss you until the end of time," he added, moving to kiss and nibble on Ianto's neck and ears.
"Think you could stand to be around me that long?" Ianto asked, his voice a strange combination of hopefulness and self-deprecation that he recognized for what it was even as the words came out of his mouth. He had yet to tell Jack about -
Jack raised his head and looked Ianto directly in the eyes.
"Ianto, I — I was lost without you. So lost. When you didn't come back on time, I — I fell apart. I sacrificed my life, my mortal life, for the planet. I wanted to die, and not in the vague ways I'd wanted before, when I knew I'd come back no matter what I tried. I wanted the pain to end. I wanted it to be permanent, and I thought it would be. But I woke up, and I was immortal again, and I fell into the deepest depression of my entire life." He rubbed a hand over his face.
"I thought the depression after Tosh and Owen died was bad, but it was nothing like this." He paused, looking down at Ianto and seeing the compassion he hoped for but didn't truly expect. "That's when I skipped off-planet. For the second time. I just couldn't stay here. I was gone almost a year when Gwen called me back. The planet was still shit deep in death, real death, and the ovens were being shut down, mostly, which she could handle, and she could even handle people trying to get to the remains of the Hub, but then the Rift, which had been strangely quiet for eighteen months all of a sudden started spitting out all kinds of things, and she couldn't handle it all alone, so I came back. I can't say I was much help the first few weeks, but I sorted myself. If I was going to have to live, I figured I'd do the best I could. It wasn't great, but I got by. Then I recruited Bruce, and offered Esther and Lois jobs, and before I knew it, it was a year since I'd been back and I was learning how to live again." He sighed. "And Rex came over from the CIA on a secondment, and bullied his way into staying —"
"Jack, this is —" Ianto broke off, not sure what he wanted to say. Was it too much to hear about Tosh and Owen dying? Was it too much to hear about Jack self-destructing? No, he could handle hearing all that. He knew he'd be able to. He had to be able to, for Jack's sake. But first, he had to get their reunion back on track. There'd be time enough for sharing of stories later, for dealing with the pain and trauma they'd both been through. "Jack, can we just kiss some more?" he pleaded. "I'll listen to everything, I promise, but please, give me a little more before we go down the dark path."
Jack sighed, looking at Ianto again, seeing him in a different light, seeing himself differently. He blinked as inspiration hit. "It's like when I came back from the Year That Never Was, isn't it? I'm a mess and we haven't even had sex yet and —"
"Right. Remember how much better you felt after we shagged? The telling will be easier, the listening will be easier."
"How did you get so wise?" Jack wondered, stroking Ianto's cheek with gentle fingers.
"I know you, Jack. I know what you've needed in the past, and I can speculate about what you need now."
"I — I'll tell you more this time," Jack promised. "I don't want to hide from you anymore."
"And I'll listen. I'll tell you anything you want to know about my travels."
They stared at each other for a full minute until Jack's face suddenly softened.
"You are so gorgeous," Jack whispered. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too." He kissed Jack before implementing the next part of his plan, one that was guaranteed to break the somber mood and get Jack into a better place for when they fucked. "Now that we've got that sorted, let's see how quickly I can get you off," he said with a wink, rolling them over so he was on top of Jack.
"What?" Jack squeaked, his whole body arcing off the bed as Ianto undid his belt and pulled off his trousers and boxers in a swift move he learned from Jack years ago, revealing an erection that looked, to Ianto's experienced eye, like it was seconds away from spilling. It amazed Ianto that Jack could still be so hard, given where the conversation had almost gone. He shrugged. In some ways, Jack and his sexuality would always be a mystery.
Ianto brandished his stopwatch. It wasn't the same stopwatch Jack had casually tossed Ianto over a dead body in the middle of a mission that ended with Suzie dying, again, that one was undoubtedly lost years ago, but it was still a stopwatch. The original, when Ianto took the time to examine it more closely between dealing with one corpse and the next, had a simple message engraved on the back. 'To better timing, J.' It was Jack's way of acknowledging their renewed sexual relationship, only a few weeks old by that point. To Ianto it meant that there was still hope that they'd be able to repair the broken trust between them, even if Jack was still shagging other people and wanting Ianto to join.
"Time me," he ordered, putting the timepiece in Jack's hand and lowering his head to take Jack's cock in his mouth. He heard the click of the timer and the comforting sound of the seconds ticking away. Jack panted, unable to form words, a high keen breaking through his lips when Ianto did something he particularly liked. Ianto felt Jack tense under him as he stroked and sucked, licked and laved. Jack's abdomen was rock-hard as his tension and pleasure built towards the end-point. He cupped Jack's balls, feeling them drawing up even as he touched them.
With a moan of pure relief, Jack came, filling Ianto's mouth with salty cum. He swallowed, and again, using his throat to give Jack even more pleasure. Jack stopped the clock. Ianto crawled up Jack's body to thrust his cum-coated tongue into the older man's mouth. Jack dropped the stopwatch, his hands already engaged in divesting Ianto of his trousers. Neither of them heard the snick as the glass face of the stopwatch cracked when it hit the floor. "Better?" he asked Jack softly, kissing along his jaw.
"Hurry up and fuck me," Jack responded, reaching back awkwardly for the drawer of his nightstand for supplies. He jerked it a little too hard, and the drawer came out, the contents spilling onto the floor.
Ianto laughed. "Impatient?" He grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom.
"No one's fucked me since you," Jack said. "And we don't need that," he added, grabbing the condom from where Ianto held the wrapper in his teeth as he slicked his fingers, tossing it away.
"No one?"
"I was waiting for you," Jack muttered, looking away in embarrassment. Ianto took Jack's chin with his clean hand and turned his face back.
"Jack, look at me. I'm really happy you waited," he bent to kiss Jack languidly, using Jack's distraction to press a finger inside him. Jack moaned appreciatively. "I'm so happy I'm back with you."
"I've changed, though," Jack said. "I'm not who I used to be."
"So have I," Ianto replied. He let instinct guide him as he stretched Jack. "We'll make it work," he added.
Jack tensed at the intrusion when Ianto started pushing himself inside. Ianto froze, waiting for Jack to relax a little so he could withdraw. Jack's nails dug into Ianto's skin as he held tightly to Ianto's shoulder blade. The nails on his other hand were creating half-moon shaped marks on Ianto's lower back.
"Don't stop," Jack growled, panting, taking quick, sharp breaths of air. He took a deep breath and held it, then as he let it out slowly, his body relaxed, pulling Ianto deeper into him without any effort on Ianto's part. "Stay still a minute." Jack repeated the process two more times until he was relaxed and open enough for Ianto to be fully inside him.
"Jack, maybe you're too tense for this," Ianto suggested, not wanting to hurt his lover. "I've never felt you this tight."
"I'll be fine. Just… gotta… get out of my… head," he gasped, letting out another deep breath and relaxing a bit more. He flexed his muscles experimentally around Ianto, causing Ianto to groan and bite his lip to keep from being overwhelmed by how good it felt. Jack chuckled. "Give it a try now," he said, letting go of his desperate grip on Ianto. He started stroking Ianto's back, moving all the way down to cup his ass and starting over again at the top.
Once they began kissing again, Jack relaxed fully, and Ianto thrust into him slowly. It didn't stay slow for very long. Not once Jack urged Ianto forward, his low, lust-roughened voice begging Ianto for more, now that the burn had become pleasurable.
For a split second, Ianto found himself comparing Jack to New Jack. He'd blown New Jack minutes after they met. He'd fucked New Jack right here, in this very same cell, in this very same position. New Jack, who hadn't been fucked in so very long… His Jack, who hadn't been fucked in eight and a half years because he was waiting for Ianto… New Jack, who'd loved him almost from the very beginning… His Jack, who'd come to love him so much that he felt guilty about sleeping with a few people while he waited for Ianto, even though they hadn't promised monogamy… Ianto closed his eyes, trying to banish the thought. He was home. He was with His Jack. He didn't need to think of New Jack, or Future Jack, or Young Jack or any of the others.
"Ianto?" Jack asked, his hand on Ianto's cheek waking him to the fact that he'd stopped moving. "It's ok." Ianto opened his eyes, seeing understanding in Jack's. "It's ok if you think of them, too. I get it. As long as I'm in there, it's ok."
Ianto blinked twice, then the tears came. He collapsed onto Jack, sobbing. Jack held him, rubbing his back and murmuring nonsense in his ear. He heard endearments in Jack's own language, in English, and Spanish, and Welsh, and German. He felt Jack's arms around him, holding him together, protecting him, grounding him. He smelled Jack's pheromones, potent on the air and making him dizzy with desire.
How had he never noticed before that His Jack's pheromones smelled slightly different than all the others? That His Jack's pheromones smelled so much better?
He started kissing Jack frantically, desperately, even though he hadn't stopped crying, tasting his tears on Jack's lips. He needed Jack, and he needed him now. Jack responded, giving him control over their pace but kissing him just as hard. Jack reached up to wipe Ianto's eyes with his thumbs.
"I'm sorry!" Ianto said between kisses. "I'm sorry! It's just —"
"Shh, it's all right. It'll be fine, darling," Jack murmured, running his fingers through Ianto's hair.
"It's not fine! It's not fine at all!"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm only supposed to be thinking of you," Ianto whispered. "I've spent three years trying to come back to you, and I should be able to let them go and be with you, not them. Not you and them. Just you."
"Would that the human mind worked so efficiently," Jack commented. "It'll take time to let them go. I understand that. I accept that." He cupped both of Ianto's cheeks with his hands. "Please believe me that as long as I'm one of the Jacks in your head when we're together, it's enough for me right now."
"How?"
"Ianto, these other mes, these other Jacks, they knew about me, right?" Ianto nodded. "And they knew you wanted to come back to me, right?" Ianto nodded again. "Even New Jack? He knew about me?" Ianto nodded a third time. "Did he know about me the first time you had sex?"
"He — He knew," Ianto said. "While I was with him, I was thinking of him, trying to give him a good time, use the sex to manipulate him, but kind of pretending he was you, pretending we were just playing one of our little games."
"Did he say anything?"
"No."
"And I'll bet none of the others said anything, either?"
"None of them said anything."
"And yet they all knew you weren't fully 100% with them."
"How can you know that?"
"Because I'm them. I knew you weren't fully with me, and that's fine, but when you started getting upset about it, that's when I said something. I don't want you to feel guilty about it. There's nothing wrong with it."
"But —"
"Think about it for a minute. How many random things does a person think about when they're having sex? Maybe they're thinking about the cute girl at the coffee shop, or the shopping for tomorrow, or worrying about their breath." Jack paused, his voice dropping lower, his attention inwards. "Maybe they're wondering if their lover's really enjoying it as much as he seems to be, or hoping that he's not just doing it because it's expected, an obligation —"
"You're not an obligation!" Ianto shouted, raising himself up on his elbows. "You're never an obligation! I've wanted this for so long. I want this. I would never do this if I didn't want to," he added, responding instinctively to the sincere doubt in Jack's voice.
"Then get out of your head and fuck me," Jack growled.
"I —"
"Look, let me put it to you a different way," Jack interrupted. "I just died five times. I have a migraine to kill all migraines, and every single inch of my body feels like it's on fire. I just killed my Head of Field Ops for the seventh time this year, and when he comes back he's going to want to kick Bruce off the team because he wouldn't follow his orders and keep me down, and I'm going to have to find a way to deal with that, because I can't afford to lose either one of them. So you know what I need right now? You know what will distract me long enough for my body to heal, what will take me out of my head so I can come up with a solution to my personnel problem, what will make me feel alive again? You. Your kisses, your touch, your cock."
"Jack —"
"I've been waiting eight and a half years for you to fuck me, Ianto Jones, and I'm willing to take it even if you're not 100% in the moment with me because I know that you're here because you want to be, and that you gave up a good life with New Jack for me, and that you love me. And you know what else? An hour from now I'm taking us both out of the timezone so we can appreciate each other the way we're supposed to be doing, and we'll have as much time as we want, and we can talk and cry and fuck and go over every single little detail of our lives apart, if we want to, and you better be ready, because I don't think either of us will be getting out of my bed for a week, if I have anything to say about it!"
"That sounds…"
"…Hot?" Jack suggested.
"It sounds like the most romantic thing you've ever said to me," Ianto said, grabbing for the lube bottle to re-slick his erection. Jack laughed, kissing him.
"I can do romantic. I'm very good at it. All you had to do was ask. Back then, I thought you didn't like romance."
"Well, I didn't think two guys could do it and not be campy. Don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not campy, and I have no intention of becoming so." He eased into Jack again, groaning at how good it felt. "And don't make a joke about you being camp, either. I know you can be, and that's fine in moderation, but that's not my thing, so keep it dialed back a bit, yeah?"
Jack let out a long breath that sounded to Ianto like he was enjoying himself quite a bit. "No camp, got it," he murmured. "Can I hold your hand in public, though?"
"You'd better," Ianto grumbled. "How else do I tell everyone else that you're mine and to bugger off?"
Jack laughed again, a happy and relaxed sound that cut off abruptly as Ianto thrust quick and hard and deep. "God, Ianto, what you do to me," Jack said, his breathing picking up as they started moving faster. "You make me crazy, you know that?"
"Same here, Captain."
"Shut up and fuck me harder."
"Sir, yes, sir!" Ianto barked, as his mind used the banter and the sensations of being inside Jack again to clear his head of some of the thoughts of the others and the worry thinking about them had been causing.
The conversation had comforted him that this really was His Jack. They'd never talked like this before, about feelings and emotions and what they were doing with each other. He'd always been too afraid to ask Jack what they were doing, in case Jack just thought it was casual fun. But they'd had the conversation, and it had been on par with some of the talks with New Jack, but unlike New Jack, this Jack, His Jack had brought it back around to the physical, closing the circle in a familiar way. How many times had he called Jack 'captain' in bed only to get an order of what to do next in return? How many times had he answered 'sir, yes, sir'? How many times had he plowed into Jack with such joyous abandon only to be greeted with Jack's moans and encouragements?
How many times had he looked into Jack's eyes as they fucked and wondered, for the briefest of moments, if they were actually making love?
He didn't need to wonder any more.
They didn't come together, but close enough. Ianto didn't need the fairy tail when he had Jack in his arms. Jack was more than enough.
"You're fucking me next," Ianto told Jack as he collapsed onto his side, resting half his body on Jack, who cradled him against his chest. His limbs felt heavy and unwieldy, and his cock would be a little sensitive for a while until he calmed down. Fucking Jack that hard often lead to this result. He sighed happily and started drawing spirals on Jack's skin with his cum. Jack smiled indulgently at the casual gesture.
"But of course," Jack said in an exaggerated English accent that Ianto thought was his way of imitating a butler. They lay in silence for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow and each other's presence, sharing long kisses and gentle caresses.
"Jack? How did Tosh and Owen die?" Ianto asked when he thought his voice wouldn't crack too badly. It did anyway, but Jack didn't comment, as he might have long ago. Jack had grown up, it seemed. But, then again, so had Ianto.
"Owen died protecting Gwen from a sniper when MI6 got it in their head to blow up the Hub," Jack said sadly. "Tosh died a few days later getting me the information we needed to send a group of aliens away that were trying to strong-arm us into giving them ten percent of the world's children." He sighed. "There was so much wrong with that mission, right from the beginning. Nothing went right, and none of us were thinking straight. I don't think I could think properly until weeks after I was blown up, and by then I was off-planet drowning my sorrow in hypervodka."
"Blown up?"
"How else do you think they got a bomb inside the Hub? They used me as the Trojan Horse. I was conscious for hours as my body regrew itself from the inside out. Gwen still remembers hearing me scream."
"Oh, God!"
"I'll take you by their graves later, if you want. We buried them together." Ianto grunted. Suddenly, Jack shot up into a sitting position. "Oh my God, Rhiannon! I have to call her! Shit, where's my trousers? I need my mobile."
Ianto pulled Jack down, climbing on top of him to keep him still. "Rhi can wait another hour to hear I'm back."
"She'll cut off my bollocks if I don't call her immediately!"
"Only if she finds out," Ianto reasoned, kissing Jack to distract him. It wasn't working very well.
"No, she has ways of knowing things. She'll figure it out. She's a dragon, your sister is!"
"Yeah, she does have ways of knowing," Ianto muttered. "You still go to dinner with them?"
"Third Sunday of the month."
"And what's the date?"
"Today? Saturday, November 5, 2016. Around 11am."
"What if we went there for supper tonight? Surprised them?" Ianto moved to start licking Jack's cum from his belly and chest. "We'd have time to shag some more, catch up on the important things that've happened while I was gone, get clean, usual drill before one brings the boyfriend home for the first time."
"Even though I've met them before?"
"Yeah, but I haven't brought you by."
"First thing to sort is get you active in the database. That is, if you still want to work for me," Jack added, suddenly sounding unsure.
"Of course I do! What, did you think I'd come back and suddenly want to be your hausfrau just because I finally said I love you?" Ianto demanded.
"No, I didn't think you'd want that, but remember what I said when we got to talk? I don't want to just assume things anymore. So I have to ask, will you work for me again?"
"What would my position be?"
"Oh, I can think of a few," Jack said with a flirtatious laugh that sounded genuine. It sounded like the one he'd given in the morgue when Ianto propositioned him over Suzie's body with just the stopwatch as a prop, the first time Ianto himself suggested something since they got back together after the cannibals. Ianto felt so happy to hear that laugh. Jack was starting to sound like himself again.
"Seriously, though, I'd like you as Head Archivist," Jack continued. "We need a completely new system, and Minnie and the others aren't up to the task. Minnie's been Acting Head, but she knows there's a possibility of that changing if you wanted the job. It would mean some time in Glasgow with Archie to organize his stuff, and a thorough reevaluation of Torchwood House, our Archives here, and the warehouses full of stuff that was salvaged from London after it fell." Jack grinned. "Of course, the position of being my personal assistant is open, as well," he said with a leer.
"Really? And what would the personal assistant to Captain Harkness need to do for him?"
"For starters…" Jack placed Ianto's hand on his new erection. "I have this fantasy —"
The banging of the door to the corridor interrupted Jack, and they both turned to look towards the glass.
"Gwen?" Ianto asked.
"Probably. She's the only one who could unlock the door to get in."
"I told Bruce to give us a ten minute warning before sending her down," Ianto grumbled.
"Neither of us are wearing our earpieces," Jack reminded him.
"Oh. Yeah. That makes sense. Trousers?"
"Good idea."
Ianto scrambled out of bed.
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