Fic- Guardian 5/7
Title: Guardian 5/7
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult -sex
Spoilers: General from 1 and 2
Summary: Jack’s days are all the same but not for long
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This is an AU fic written for rout_obsessie! There will be a sequel when I’ve written it! Comments please!
Jack carried his disappointment with him for the rest of the day. All he wanted was to be with Ianto, to hold him to kiss him, to know him. He could tell that Ianto liked him. He had after all kissed Jack. But he also pulled away. It was like there was a wall between them and all Jack wanted to do was breach it.
After work, he didn’t go home. He went for a walk. He stuck his hands in his pockets and just walked. After a while, he found himself in a sort of park. It wasn’t a particularly impressive park, little more than a scrap of lawn and a few trees. There was no one about and he found himself just kind of ambling. His mind was on Ianto, on those lips, on that mouth, on that body.
“Grrrrh.”
Jack stopped, his heart pounding. What the hell was that? It sounded like a rabid dog. But there was no rabies in Britain. He kept very still and looked around. Maybe just a very angry dog.
“I’ve got it, Hartman, Sir!”
Jack backed right up against a tree and Dakto from Torchwood came running past him. Jack watched open mouthed as a big ugly, growling person was tackled to the floor by Dakto.
“What the hell is that?” he asked, staring as Dakto injected something into the creature’s neck.
Dakto glanced up at him with a sneer. “Hartman, Sir. We’ve got a problem.”
The young man strode into view and cast a derisive glance at Jack. “I see.” He looked at Dakto and the now unconscious creature he was straddling.
“Get that back to the hub. I’ll deal with this.”
Jack started. ‘This’ was him. Hartman was going to deal with him. He should run but his legs wouldn’t obey him. He was frozen with his back to the tree.
Dakto hauled the creature up and hefted him away. Hartman’s hand went to the gun at his waist. This was it. Jack had to run or he was going to be killed. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t move. He closed his eyes. This was it. He was going to die.
Suddenly a hand closed around his and yanked him backwards. Jack stumbled but was pulled up. Hartman yelled but Jack was already running through the trees, his hand held tight. He focused on the hand which held his as they ran. He didn’t have to look to see. Ianto was saving him again.
But Hartman was running after them. There was a gun shot and sharp pain pulsing in Jack’s body. He cried out and felt himself being pulled hard. Then there was darkness.
Jack jerked awake and found himself in his bed. His shirt and shoes had been taken off and he could feel he was not alone. He looked around his room and there was Ianto, standing by his window looking out.
“Not much of a view,” said Ianto.
Jack grinned, letting his eyes wander over Ianto’s body. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Come here.”
Ianto turned to him. “I just stayed to make sure you were okay. How do you feel?”
“Um, fine. Bit groggy. What happened last night?”
“You strayed a bit too close to Torchwood.” Ianto’s manner was calm and stern.
Jack sat up a bit more, feeling defensive. “It’s not like I went looking for them or anything.”
Ianto softened. “No, you didn’t.” He reached out and touched Jack lightly on his bare arm. His touch made Jack feel warm all over. “But maybe you understand now why you should stay away from them. They tried to kill you.”
“About that, I was sure I … I heard the gun go off and I remember pain.”
Ianto looked away. “You fell and blacked out. I brought you here.”
“Oh.” Jack looked down at his chest, expecting bruises but there weren’t any.
Ianto stood and backed away. “You should get some rest. You’ve got work tomorrow.”
Jack scrambled up. “Wait, aren’t you going to stay? Please, stay.”
Ianto stopped by the door and glanced back at him. Regret passed over his face. “Jack, I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Jack went to him and slid his hands to his waist. “I know you want to.”
Ianto’s eyes flickered down to Jack’s mouth. “I told you. The …”
“Rules, yes, I know.” Jack took a step closer to him so their bodies were in full contact. He felt Ianto’s breathing quicken. “You know what, Ianto, I am sick of following goddamn rules.” He didn’t give Ianto any time to reply. He leaned in and kissed Ianto full on the mouth.
Ianto whimpered and his lips parted. Jack slipped his tongue into that warm mouth. He pressed forward, capturing and exploring Ianto’s mouth. Ianto melted into him, not resisting, simply taking the pleasure Jack was giving him.
The kiss ended but Jack kept his mouth close to Ianto’s. “Screw the damn rules.”
Ianto laid his hands on Jack’s shoulders, pushing him back ever so slightly. “I can’t.” He cleared his throat and took a step back out of Jack’s embrace. “My job …”
“What is your job, Ianto? Tell me.”
Ianto blinked hard and Jack could see him trying to regain his composure. His cheeks remained flushed. “I’ve been sent to keep you safe and help you realise how special you are. I can’t … get involved with you, Jack. It’s against the rules.”
Jack raised his hand to Ianto’s cheek. “But you like me, don’t you?”
Ianto smiled despite himself. His cheeks flushed darker and he forced his smile away. “I’m not supposed to.”
“But you do.”
Ianto backed away. “Just stay away from Torchwood, Jack.”
“But …”
“I’ve got to go.”
Before Jack could stop him, Ianto disappeared out of the door. Seconds later, his front door shut and Jack was alone.
He scowled and went back to bed.
Jack dreamed about flying. Again, those strong arms were around him and he was flying. He was flying through the night but this time, he wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking down on Cardiff. Its lights shone all different colours and its buildings glinted at him. This was his Cardiff.
He felt a kiss to his cheek. “You’re special, Jack,” a soft voice whispered in his ear. “So special and I’m going to look after you.”
He closed his eyes, cradled in that close embrace and felt safe. “My guardian,” he whispered.
Jack tried to be normal. He tried to just go to work and keep his head down. He didn’t go down to the bay for lunch anymore. It was too dangerous. He had no wish to cross Torchwood again. Days went by, then weeks and nothing happened. Ianto didn’t make an appearance. Jack was sinking back into his ordinary life.
Sitting at his desk typing a letter, Jack let his mind wander to Ianto. Ianto had saved him three times now. He’d come to see him when he was feeling sad or tired. He’d been there for him, told Jack he was special, that he was here to look after him and keep him safe. But who had sent him? And who was he answerable to? Whoever it was wanted Jack to be happy and safe, so why not let him be with Ianto? That was what he wanted. That was what he needed.
Lunchtime came and he went out. He didn’t walk towards the bay this time, but went the other way. He walked along the street towards town, his head bowed and hands in his pockets. He was fed up. Once again, he couldn’t have what he wanted. He’d started to think for a while there that maybe things could be better, that maybe he could be happy. No such luck. Ianto was probably not coming back and even if he did, he wouldn’t let Jack have him.
Cars sped past him. People really did go too fast on this road. He glanced up as a black SUV roared past him. Then suddenly, it braked sharply. Jack just had time to frown before he was grabbed and tugged off the street and down between two blocks of flats.
Jack didn’t need to look to tell it was Ianto who had grabbed him. He settled into Ianto’s firm embrace and smiled.
“You’ve come to see me. I’ve missed you.”
“Hush,” barked Ianto, his face tight. “They’re very close.”
“Who?”
“Torchwood.”
Jack closed his eyes. Ianto’s hands were tight on his arms, soft firm hands. Jack wanted to feel them everywhere. He wanted to put his arms around Ianto but Ianto was holding him too tight.
“If they don’t start scanning we’ll be all right,” Ianto said, watching the end of the alley.
“What do they want with me?”
Ianto glanced at him, then away, his cheeks reddening a little. “You saw some things you shouldn’t have. That’s all. They don’t like that.” He let out a breath. “I think they’ve gone. Come on. I’ll walk you back to your office.”
“What would happen if I ran?”
“What?”
“If I ran right across that road in front of a car.”
“Jack, what …?”
“You’d save me, wouldn’t you?”
“Jack, don’t.” Ianto started moving away.
Jack jerked forwards, grasped hold of Ianto and pushed him up against the wall. He met his eyes with an intense stare. “Who are you?”
“Jack, stop it. Let me go.”
“I want to know who you are. Every time I need you, you’re there. You’ve saved me, taken me away from danger, been there. Ianto, you …”
Ianto was wide eyed and gazing back at him. He licked his lips and Jack noticed that his eyes were wet.
“Jack,” he whispered.
Jack held his gaze and smiled. “You’re my guardian, Ianto, aren’t you?”
Ianto just gazed back at him for a long moment, then pulled away, blinking hard. Regret passed across his face again. “I’ve got to go. Stay out of trouble, yeah?”
Jack grinned cockily. “Why? If I get in trouble, you’ll come and rescue me.”
Ianto gave him one last glance and a smile twitched his lips. Then he was gone.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult -sex
Spoilers: General from 1 and 2
Summary: Jack’s days are all the same but not for long
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This is an AU fic written for rout_obsessie! There will be a sequel when I’ve written it! Comments please!
Jack carried his disappointment with him for the rest of the day. All he wanted was to be with Ianto, to hold him to kiss him, to know him. He could tell that Ianto liked him. He had after all kissed Jack. But he also pulled away. It was like there was a wall between them and all Jack wanted to do was breach it.
After work, he didn’t go home. He went for a walk. He stuck his hands in his pockets and just walked. After a while, he found himself in a sort of park. It wasn’t a particularly impressive park, little more than a scrap of lawn and a few trees. There was no one about and he found himself just kind of ambling. His mind was on Ianto, on those lips, on that mouth, on that body.
“Grrrrh.”
Jack stopped, his heart pounding. What the hell was that? It sounded like a rabid dog. But there was no rabies in Britain. He kept very still and looked around. Maybe just a very angry dog.
“I’ve got it, Hartman, Sir!”
Jack backed right up against a tree and Dakto from Torchwood came running past him. Jack watched open mouthed as a big ugly, growling person was tackled to the floor by Dakto.
“What the hell is that?” he asked, staring as Dakto injected something into the creature’s neck.
Dakto glanced up at him with a sneer. “Hartman, Sir. We’ve got a problem.”
The young man strode into view and cast a derisive glance at Jack. “I see.” He looked at Dakto and the now unconscious creature he was straddling.
“Get that back to the hub. I’ll deal with this.”
Jack started. ‘This’ was him. Hartman was going to deal with him. He should run but his legs wouldn’t obey him. He was frozen with his back to the tree.
Dakto hauled the creature up and hefted him away. Hartman’s hand went to the gun at his waist. This was it. Jack had to run or he was going to be killed. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t move. He closed his eyes. This was it. He was going to die.
Suddenly a hand closed around his and yanked him backwards. Jack stumbled but was pulled up. Hartman yelled but Jack was already running through the trees, his hand held tight. He focused on the hand which held his as they ran. He didn’t have to look to see. Ianto was saving him again.
But Hartman was running after them. There was a gun shot and sharp pain pulsing in Jack’s body. He cried out and felt himself being pulled hard. Then there was darkness.
Jack jerked awake and found himself in his bed. His shirt and shoes had been taken off and he could feel he was not alone. He looked around his room and there was Ianto, standing by his window looking out.
“Not much of a view,” said Ianto.
Jack grinned, letting his eyes wander over Ianto’s body. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Come here.”
Ianto turned to him. “I just stayed to make sure you were okay. How do you feel?”
“Um, fine. Bit groggy. What happened last night?”
“You strayed a bit too close to Torchwood.” Ianto’s manner was calm and stern.
Jack sat up a bit more, feeling defensive. “It’s not like I went looking for them or anything.”
Ianto softened. “No, you didn’t.” He reached out and touched Jack lightly on his bare arm. His touch made Jack feel warm all over. “But maybe you understand now why you should stay away from them. They tried to kill you.”
“About that, I was sure I … I heard the gun go off and I remember pain.”
Ianto looked away. “You fell and blacked out. I brought you here.”
“Oh.” Jack looked down at his chest, expecting bruises but there weren’t any.
Ianto stood and backed away. “You should get some rest. You’ve got work tomorrow.”
Jack scrambled up. “Wait, aren’t you going to stay? Please, stay.”
Ianto stopped by the door and glanced back at him. Regret passed over his face. “Jack, I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Jack went to him and slid his hands to his waist. “I know you want to.”
Ianto’s eyes flickered down to Jack’s mouth. “I told you. The …”
“Rules, yes, I know.” Jack took a step closer to him so their bodies were in full contact. He felt Ianto’s breathing quicken. “You know what, Ianto, I am sick of following goddamn rules.” He didn’t give Ianto any time to reply. He leaned in and kissed Ianto full on the mouth.
Ianto whimpered and his lips parted. Jack slipped his tongue into that warm mouth. He pressed forward, capturing and exploring Ianto’s mouth. Ianto melted into him, not resisting, simply taking the pleasure Jack was giving him.
The kiss ended but Jack kept his mouth close to Ianto’s. “Screw the damn rules.”
Ianto laid his hands on Jack’s shoulders, pushing him back ever so slightly. “I can’t.” He cleared his throat and took a step back out of Jack’s embrace. “My job …”
“What is your job, Ianto? Tell me.”
Ianto blinked hard and Jack could see him trying to regain his composure. His cheeks remained flushed. “I’ve been sent to keep you safe and help you realise how special you are. I can’t … get involved with you, Jack. It’s against the rules.”
Jack raised his hand to Ianto’s cheek. “But you like me, don’t you?”
Ianto smiled despite himself. His cheeks flushed darker and he forced his smile away. “I’m not supposed to.”
“But you do.”
Ianto backed away. “Just stay away from Torchwood, Jack.”
“But …”
“I’ve got to go.”
Before Jack could stop him, Ianto disappeared out of the door. Seconds later, his front door shut and Jack was alone.
He scowled and went back to bed.
Jack dreamed about flying. Again, those strong arms were around him and he was flying. He was flying through the night but this time, he wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking down on Cardiff. Its lights shone all different colours and its buildings glinted at him. This was his Cardiff.
He felt a kiss to his cheek. “You’re special, Jack,” a soft voice whispered in his ear. “So special and I’m going to look after you.”
He closed his eyes, cradled in that close embrace and felt safe. “My guardian,” he whispered.
Jack tried to be normal. He tried to just go to work and keep his head down. He didn’t go down to the bay for lunch anymore. It was too dangerous. He had no wish to cross Torchwood again. Days went by, then weeks and nothing happened. Ianto didn’t make an appearance. Jack was sinking back into his ordinary life.
Sitting at his desk typing a letter, Jack let his mind wander to Ianto. Ianto had saved him three times now. He’d come to see him when he was feeling sad or tired. He’d been there for him, told Jack he was special, that he was here to look after him and keep him safe. But who had sent him? And who was he answerable to? Whoever it was wanted Jack to be happy and safe, so why not let him be with Ianto? That was what he wanted. That was what he needed.
Lunchtime came and he went out. He didn’t walk towards the bay this time, but went the other way. He walked along the street towards town, his head bowed and hands in his pockets. He was fed up. Once again, he couldn’t have what he wanted. He’d started to think for a while there that maybe things could be better, that maybe he could be happy. No such luck. Ianto was probably not coming back and even if he did, he wouldn’t let Jack have him.
Cars sped past him. People really did go too fast on this road. He glanced up as a black SUV roared past him. Then suddenly, it braked sharply. Jack just had time to frown before he was grabbed and tugged off the street and down between two blocks of flats.
Jack didn’t need to look to tell it was Ianto who had grabbed him. He settled into Ianto’s firm embrace and smiled.
“You’ve come to see me. I’ve missed you.”
“Hush,” barked Ianto, his face tight. “They’re very close.”
“Who?”
“Torchwood.”
Jack closed his eyes. Ianto’s hands were tight on his arms, soft firm hands. Jack wanted to feel them everywhere. He wanted to put his arms around Ianto but Ianto was holding him too tight.
“If they don’t start scanning we’ll be all right,” Ianto said, watching the end of the alley.
“What do they want with me?”
Ianto glanced at him, then away, his cheeks reddening a little. “You saw some things you shouldn’t have. That’s all. They don’t like that.” He let out a breath. “I think they’ve gone. Come on. I’ll walk you back to your office.”
“What would happen if I ran?”
“What?”
“If I ran right across that road in front of a car.”
“Jack, what …?”
“You’d save me, wouldn’t you?”
“Jack, don’t.” Ianto started moving away.
Jack jerked forwards, grasped hold of Ianto and pushed him up against the wall. He met his eyes with an intense stare. “Who are you?”
“Jack, stop it. Let me go.”
“I want to know who you are. Every time I need you, you’re there. You’ve saved me, taken me away from danger, been there. Ianto, you …”
Ianto was wide eyed and gazing back at him. He licked his lips and Jack noticed that his eyes were wet.
“Jack,” he whispered.
Jack held his gaze and smiled. “You’re my guardian, Ianto, aren’t you?”
Ianto just gazed back at him for a long moment, then pulled away, blinking hard. Regret passed across his face again. “I’ve got to go. Stay out of trouble, yeah?”
Jack grinned cockily. “Why? If I get in trouble, you’ll come and rescue me.”
Ianto gave him one last glance and a smile twitched his lips. Then he was gone.