anastasisrick

Title: Reality Betrays Us All

Author: anastasisrick

Prompt: Hoffman

Beta: janiemc (special thanks for helping me at the last minute)

Characters/Pairings: Jack Hakrness, Ianto Jones, Jack/Ianto

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: None that I can think about.

Spoilers: It’s totally AU so other than making the story fit to what we know, not really

Word Count: 13300

Genre: Romance, AU

Disclaimer: Torchwood and its characters belongs to BBC and Russell T Davies. Hoffman isn’t mine either. It belongs to Associated British Picture Corporation (ABPC) & Longstone Film Productions

Summary: When Ianto Jones is blackmailed to spend a week with a stranger to save his fiance's life, his own life is going to change forever.

Notes: This story is written for

reel_torchwood

Jack had no idea what he expected from Ianto. Did he really believe that the younger man would leave Lisa after realizing what she had done? Certainly not! So, why did it hurt so much? What was this kind of void he felt in his stomach? Jack had broken the promise he had made to himself when he started the game with Ianto Jones. Somewhere along the line and the days spent together, the passion and lust he felt for the younger man had become more. So much for Jack Harkness never falling in love again! They worst part was the Ianto Jones did deserve his love unlike John and Becca in the past.

And now he was alone, with some memories of Ianto and the torture of seeing him every day at work by his girlfriend’s side. He had seen them that day; Lisa whispering to Ianto urgently, letting her hand caress her lover’s neck. Jack wanted to interrupt them and kiss Ianto’s mouth in front of everyone until neither of them could breathe.

Instead, he had smiled and each time he felt the feeling overpowering him he asked for coffee; Ianto’s coffee, not Lisa’s. A taste he’d never get used to. Ianto’s stare each time he’d seen him that day was intense, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t or as if there was something to say and didn’t know how.

Jack unlocked the door of his new house and walked inside. All the excitement in it was lost. What he considered to be heaven the previous Friday, his loneliness and easy sex in nameless faces and bodies if the need was there was now a hell that left him craving Ianto’s laugh and warmth.

He was beginning to lose his mind; he was certain of that. “Never make any plan like that again, Jack. You saw how it ended.” He said to himself.

Two hours later there’s a knock on his door, Jack was on his fourth glass of whiskey.

“Go away!” He shouted. No one knew about this house so he wasn’t going to open the door. He didn’t want to see anyone. Another knock. No one knew… except Ianto. He stumbled to standing and went to open the door.

Jack came face to face with a dark haired pale profile he knew so well, as Ianto was ready to leave. The familiar face turned to stare at him as Jack opened the door. “Um… are you okay?” Ianto asked him once again words failing him when he needed them the most. Jack nodded and pulled Ianto inside.

“Lisa?” Jack asked.

“You were right.” The cryptic answer Ianto gave him was enough for Jack.

He closed and locked the door afraid that he might lose the vision in front of him unless he did something. Pinning the leaner body with his own against the wall, Jack put his hands on either side of Ianto. They were so close, neither of them speaking; both looking at the other with desperation or need. Jack bent his head slightly and his lips touched Ianto’s. Slowly at first, experimentally tasting the fresh taste of mint, cinnamon and Ianto as the want increased and the breathing accelerated. Ianto started to kiss back, when Jack’s hands went to his shoulders pushing him back on the wall, his mouth leaving Ianto’s lips moving to his neck.

“Will you stay?” Jack asked when his mouth reached Ianto’s earlobe between nipping and licking as the shivers in his captive’s body increased.

Ianto’s hands clasped Jack’s face, moving it to gain access to Jack’s eyes. The long thumbs caressed the captain’s cheekbones and with a smile that took Jack’s breath away he answered. “Yes.”

Jack didn’t care about anything else. Everything he ever wanted had come to him in the person of Ianto Jones. He pushed Ianto’s jacket off his shoulder, taking off the tie and taking him by the hand he led him inside their bedroom.

Wrapped gently around Ianto’s waist, Jack thought that his arms have finally found the reason of their existence and as Ianto’s back came to contact with the sheets Jack was free to marvel upon his face. Ianto’s gaze was fixed upon his own and Jack felt great, better than ever before. He grinned at Ianto who reached up to him stealing another soft kiss. But, it was time for the first real one and Jack was determined to feel it in all its glory.

The invasion of Ianto’s mouth with his tongue made the world stop. He and Ianto were the only ones who understood since they were moving in a slow moving stream, unlike others who couldn’t move at all. Jack tried not to close his eyes and look at Ianto constantly, saw Ianto doing the same. The heat of his breath washed untouched over Jack’s lips before Ianto kissed him and he brushed his lips to Ianto’s in a tender sweet move as uncharacteristic for Jack as devotion; both of which had changed the last week. The adrenaline flowing with the blood in their veins felt like liquid fire, when Jack’s hand traveled south Ianto’s breath hitched.

Jack looked up at him and saw the lust waging war with panic and fear. A chaste kiss on the red lips. “Don’t worry. Nothing that you don’t want.”

Ianto nodded and smiled putting his arm around Jack and with his hand at the nape of his lover’s neck he pulled Jack’s mouth on his own with re awakened passion.

Jack woke up, stretched his long body and smiled. Warmth, safety, affection… was it love? He turned to look at his lover. A naked, pale young man was lying next to him on their bed. What he thought a fleeting passion turned out to be his better half.

Ianto’s blue eyes opened, catching Jack as he was staring down at him. Jack moved closer to Ianto and let the younger man’s smell remind him of holidays and family. Ianto’s fragrance was the same as life.

Smiling, Ianto’s mind went back in time thinking of what ifs and whys…going back early in the morning the previous day to find Lisa with an old London co-worker. Well that was a real eye-opener. She had tried to defend herself by putting the blame on Ianto. Five days ago, she might have succeeded. Not now; not after spending four days with Jack to protect her and getting to know both the older man and himself.

“What are you thinking?” Jack asked him from the hollow of Ianto’s neck.

“Where we would have been if you hadn’t played the stupid trick.”

“Stupid? You call me stupid?”

“Yes, don’t forget you blackmailed me to spend…” He stopped talking as Jack’s tongue was pushed inside his mouth. “Childish!” He explained when the older man pulled away for a much necessary breath. “And mine.”

“Yours. Together.” Jack kissed him. “Why do I want you so much? Why do I love you so much?”

“You didn’t expect it, did you?” Ianto rhetorically asked.

Jack rolled on top of him and held him there underneath him, his hands on Ianto’s beautiful face. “No, but now I want nothing else.”

“Do you like this reality, Jack?”

“Oh yes, Ianto Jones. I was born for this reality.”

Finis