Dream On...
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Category:
S through Z › Torchwood
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,075
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Torchwood, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dream on...#2
Timeline - Post-Greeks Bearing Gifts
Pairing - Jack/Ianto
Dream On…#2
Face contorted with disgust, skin stretched across his knuckles to a tight bright white, Ianto is oblivious to the pain of his fingernails biting into the flesh of his palms. His agony is internal; gnawing at his gut, clamping round his heart.
"You're a fucking monster!" he spits out, advancing on Jack. "Dead on the inside!" He notes the wince at his words, stashes it away for future reference, and presses on. "I meant it, really meant it. You don't think I have it in me, but trust me on this one, I DO!"
Jack backs away, hands held up in front of him, almost tripping on Ianto's jacket which had been discarded on the office floor. "I did trust you, that was the problem" he counters.
Ianto's eyes narrow, glinting. "Trusted me so much you held a gun to my head!"
The edge of the chair catches the back of Jack's legs, makes him crash down onto the seat. "Didn't use it though!" He tries to regain some composure. "Did I?"
"You would have. You wanted to!"
"Did I?" Jack settles back in the chair, legs spread wide; tries to look confident, relaxed.
"So certain you're right, all the fucking time! Never try to understand. No compassion. No… mercy!"
"I'm sorry you think so" Jack responds, almost in a whisper.
"I'm watching you Jack, and one day you'll go too far. And I won't…" Ianto stands glowering down at him, clenching and unclenching his fists; resisting the urge to use them. "…won't clean up your mess. I'll just walk away."
"Do what you have to do Ianto."
Ianto tries in vain to disguise the shiver provoked by the sound of his name coming from that mouth. "I'll just let it happen…" A bead of sweat trickles down his cheek; at least, he fervently hopes it is sweat.
"But as long as I'm around, I'll always be looking out for you."
Right, like you did in the Brecons... "I don't need you to. I don't want you to!"
More sweat, stinging his eyes. He tries to blink it away, and in that moment Jack suddenly kicks out at his legs, brings him to his knees between his thighs. Jack bends towards him, pulls him in closer, gently stroking at the nape of his neck. Ianto knows Jack can feel him shaking; can't bear it, is helpless to prevent it.
"I breathed life into you once. I'm part of you now."
"No!" Ianto chokes, as Jack softly kisses his brow.
"Always." He pushes hard, sending Ianto sprawling onto his back; moves to stand over him. "Always…"
Ianto wakes with a sob, tears prickling on his skin, making it feel hot, tight. Stumbling to the bathroom, despairing at the wild-eyed stranger that faces him in the mirror, he clings to the edge of the basin as if his life depends on it. He has no idea how he can possibly survive this tightrope walk of love and hate. Doesn't know if he wants to.
TBC
Pairing - Jack/Ianto
Dream On…#2
Face contorted with disgust, skin stretched across his knuckles to a tight bright white, Ianto is oblivious to the pain of his fingernails biting into the flesh of his palms. His agony is internal; gnawing at his gut, clamping round his heart.
"You're a fucking monster!" he spits out, advancing on Jack. "Dead on the inside!" He notes the wince at his words, stashes it away for future reference, and presses on. "I meant it, really meant it. You don't think I have it in me, but trust me on this one, I DO!"
Jack backs away, hands held up in front of him, almost tripping on Ianto's jacket which had been discarded on the office floor. "I did trust you, that was the problem" he counters.
Ianto's eyes narrow, glinting. "Trusted me so much you held a gun to my head!"
The edge of the chair catches the back of Jack's legs, makes him crash down onto the seat. "Didn't use it though!" He tries to regain some composure. "Did I?"
"You would have. You wanted to!"
"Did I?" Jack settles back in the chair, legs spread wide; tries to look confident, relaxed.
"So certain you're right, all the fucking time! Never try to understand. No compassion. No… mercy!"
"I'm sorry you think so" Jack responds, almost in a whisper.
"I'm watching you Jack, and one day you'll go too far. And I won't…" Ianto stands glowering down at him, clenching and unclenching his fists; resisting the urge to use them. "…won't clean up your mess. I'll just walk away."
"Do what you have to do Ianto."
Ianto tries in vain to disguise the shiver provoked by the sound of his name coming from that mouth. "I'll just let it happen…" A bead of sweat trickles down his cheek; at least, he fervently hopes it is sweat.
"But as long as I'm around, I'll always be looking out for you."
Right, like you did in the Brecons... "I don't need you to. I don't want you to!"
More sweat, stinging his eyes. He tries to blink it away, and in that moment Jack suddenly kicks out at his legs, brings him to his knees between his thighs. Jack bends towards him, pulls him in closer, gently stroking at the nape of his neck. Ianto knows Jack can feel him shaking; can't bear it, is helpless to prevent it.
"I breathed life into you once. I'm part of you now."
"No!" Ianto chokes, as Jack softly kisses his brow.
"Always." He pushes hard, sending Ianto sprawling onto his back; moves to stand over him. "Always…"
Ianto wakes with a sob, tears prickling on his skin, making it feel hot, tight. Stumbling to the bathroom, despairing at the wild-eyed stranger that faces him in the mirror, he clings to the edge of the basin as if his life depends on it. He has no idea how he can possibly survive this tightrope walk of love and hate. Doesn't know if he wants to.
TBC