Quarantine... Part 5
Torchwood Case File #16788757
Keywords: Quarantine; Virus; Doctor; Harold Saxon; TARDIS
Interviewees: Toshiko Sato; Ianto Jones; Owen Harper; Gwen Cooper; Jack Harkness
Interview with Captain Jack Harkness. Continued.
"Captain Harkness, your report states that you had had some experience with this drug before. Could you explain when this was?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Clearances and all that. I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you. And you really don't want me to do that."
"And the instructions for the formula are....?"
"In the vault. The only way anyone but me is getting access to them is in the event of my leaving Torchwood."
"That formula is Torchwood property and.."
"No it isn't. It's mine. And contrary to what your superiors think I am not Torchwood property either. So if you want to get any further in this interview whilst keeping your limbs intact I suggest you take a nicer tone with me."
"............."
"So you finished work on the formula. What happened next?"
"Well, we had a little time to spare before we became active. Tosh was dead on her feet so I sent her to get some sleep whilst I finished up. I then moved Ianto to a safer place before he had three horny near immortals running around....."
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Jack was starting to think releasing Ianto had not been one of his brightest ideas. His first clue had been when the handcuff secured itself around his wrist. The second was when Ianto practically threw him onto the chair and leapt to kneel astride him, pinning him to the seat. If that hadn't been enough to clue him in his shirt buttons pinging off into various parts of the TARDIS as Ianto ripped open his shirt would definitely have done it. Jack found himself struggling to breathe as Ianto kissed him furiously, lips and tongues and teeth pressed tight as the smaller man pinned him down, their captive hands held crushed between them as Ianto ran his free hand across Jack's chest passionately. He gasped for breath as Ianto pulled back for a moment to slip his free hand down the waistband of Jack's trousers, prompting him to let out a strangled cry. Ianto grinned and began to move his hand now, his chained hand grabbing Jack's and intertwining their fingers.
"Oh God Jack, why did you wait so bloody long?" Jack tried to summon a coherent thought but for some reason his mind was not operating at full speed. Possibly it had something to do with the way Ianto's fingers were stroking him firmly.
"For what?" He managed to gasp after a few seconds delay. Ianto grinned and deftly released the front of Jack's braces to let them hang limply behind him before returning to his strokes.
"To release me you idiot." Oh sweet mercy, even being called an idiot in that voice was turning Jack on now. For a moment he thought the drugs had kicked in but he could still feel the urge to resist so it couldn't have yet....
"Ahhh.... Oh that. Well, you're not exactly your... ugh... self." Ianto grinned as he wriggled on Jack's lap, writhing against him. Jack's free hand came up from the seat now, pushing feebly against Ianto's chest in a halfhearted attempt to get him to move away.
"So you want me to stop then sir?" Jack groaned as Ianto leaned down to bring their captive hands up to his mouth, sucking on Jack's finger firmly.
"Ugh..... stop that." Ianto grinned, his hand moving faster now. Jack had morals but he had always been, if you will excuse the expression, a sucker for Ianto's innocent look.
"Stop what sir?" Jack glared up at him but without anger, just longing.
"We shouldn't. You're sick." Ianto nodded seriously and pulled back, letting go of Jack and sliding to his feet.
"If you say so sir." Jack stood too, relief and disappointment fighing for control inside him. He could feel himself pouting slightly and tried to mould his face into something more commanding. By the look of Ianto's face he was failing miserably. Ianto pouted at him, his suit trousers still undone and his shirt tails hanging out. Jack was equally dishevelled, his shirt ripped open and braces hanging forlornly over his back. Their handcuffed hands were still intertwined and Ianto pulled their hands up again, pushing against Jack and backing him into the chair again. "You know what sir?" Jack finally had his breath back and looked at Ianto curiously as he felt the younger man press up against him.
"What?"
"I've never felt better". With a slight moan he used their chained hands to push Jack onto the chair as his free hand deftly undid Jack's trousers, pushing them down to the floor as Jack halfheartedly tried to push him off. But Ianto was determined, wriggling out of his own trousers and letting them drop, kicking them off swiftly. In spite of himself, Jack couldn't help but laugh. Ianto let his suit get wrinkled? He was definitely sick.... He moaned as Ianto pushed him down onto the chair, his back lying across it and and his free arm pinned by the chairs back. His coat was still draped across the railing behind the chair where he had left it earlier that day and Ianto grabbed it, digging through the pockets furiously until he found Jack's emergency lube. With a snarl he pulled his hand out of the coat triumphantly. Jack was beyond resisting now, Ianto's weight pressing him down onto the chair. Not that he really wanted to resist....
He kicked off his boots at last, letting his trousers fall free completely. Both men still wore their shirts, unable to remove them through the cuffs, letting them hang open instead. Jack sighed as their chained hands moved down his chest, Ianto pulling his palm back enough to grasp Jack's cock firmly between both their hands. Jack gasped as Ianto's fingers broke loose from his and wrapped themselves around his prick instead. With his free hand Ianto grabbed Jack's thigh and lifted his leg up, hooking it over the back of the seat. Jack could get free if he wanted to but found he really didn't want to anymore. No one need ever know... He watched breathlessly as Ianto slicked up his fingers then sighed as two slippery digits entered him effortlessly. He knew Ianto must be exerting incredible self control to hold back and not simply plunge himself into Jack there and then. Hell he had more willpower than Jack did, drug or no drug, that was for sure. Jack groaned again as a third finger joined the others and began to move, slowly at first but then with increasing speed as Ianto began to lose control. Jack knew he must be ready to explode again and managed to twist his hand enough to grasp Ianto's hand that was wrapped around his cock.
"It's ok. You don't have to hold back." Ianto sighed in relief and pulled back, expertly using both his hands and Jacks captive one to slick himself up before grabbing Jacks other leg and pulling it up to rest on his shoulder.
"About bloody time Harkness." With a snarl Ianto thrust into him, right to the root and Jack gasped. He was more than used to being with strong partners but he had never thought Ianto would... Coherence left him as Ianto began to thrust deeply as his slick hand returned to Jack's cock, pumping him in time to the thrusts. Ianto's movements quickly became more and more desperate and Jack could feel himself coming under the pressure of Ianto's hand and cock. "Fuck Jack, I can't hold back much longer!" Ianto gasped, the drugs making everything so much more intense than usual. Jack pulled his legs up tighter to his chest and grinned up at his lover.
"Then don't." With a scream Ianto came, pumping furiously into Jack. The sight of Ianto so passionate knocked Jack over the edge too as Ianto's hand continued to move even as his thrusts slowed down. They collapsed onto the chair together, still locked together as Jack rested his bent legs against Ianto's limp body, their cuffed hands intertwining now as Ianto lay across Jack's chest. Ianto was breathing hard as he rested his head on Jack, Jack's fingers stroking his hair gently. It was only moments since Ianto had come, his cock still locked inside Jack but already he could feel himself start to harden again, prompting a small moan from Jack at the sensation.
"Jack I'm so tired." Jack gently placed a finger under his chin, tilting his face to look at him.
"I know. I'm sorry. It won't be much longer I promise. Just hang on a little longer." Ianto nodded, control leaving him again as the drug and his arousal returned to full strength.
"It's a bloody good thing you can't die sir." Jack grinned as Ianto began to move again, his satisfaction complete but happy to indulge the younger man if it helped for as long as he could. He sighed softly at the movement as Ianto pulled back then smiled softly.
"Oh? Why's that?" Ianto grinned back and intertwined his fingers with Jack's, leaning some of his weight on Jack's arms, letting the immortal support him.
"Because I've a feeling I'm going to end up fucking you to death. And it still won't be enough." Jack sighed again and pulled back his arms, lowering Ianto down to kiss him fiercely. He then pushed him back up again.
"You know that's one death I haven't tried yet." He gasped as Ianto began to thrust into his relaxed body. "I've a feeling this is going to be my favourite way to go..."
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