Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in heroes_fiction, @ 2008-07-23 08:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | crossover, rated: adult, slash, sylar/other |
Fic: Baser Emotion 1/1 Torchwood X-over
Title: Baser Emotion
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Heroes.
Characters: Ianto, Sylar, Jack, Tosh.
Words: 2153
Prompt: Torchwood crossover with Heroes
Fandom: Torchwood/Heroes
Pairing: Ianto/Sylar
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: A predator is stalking Ianto.
Author's Note: Touching Ianto enhances the base emotions. Probably completely incomprehensible.
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There was a message on his cell phone. The public one with the number listed under the government services. Seeing it on the counter, Ianto realized he had forgotten to take it with him. Its blinking red light seemed to be angry with him. While most messages left on it were crank calls from local teens, occasionally, there was a legitimate inquiry.
He let the door to the Visitor's Center close behind him, deftly handling the sticky package of his dinner. The bag had already tagged him once in the restaurant. That little bit would cost him pretty penny in dry cleaning. Ianto snatched up the phone with a growl. While he scratched at the duck sauce drying on his tie, he dialed the voice mail.
"Hello, Mr. Jones, is it? If not, I apologize profusely and ask that you delete this message. My name is Dr. Mohinder Suresh. I am a Geneticist working on a project in which your DNA profile has come up. If you would..."
Ianto cut the message short, deleting it with a frown. "Bloody teens." There was no way he was going to return a crack pot call. If the boy rang again, Ianto would deal with him a little more permanently.
Sticking the tie in his mouth, he tongued the last bit of sauce away. He checked the time in the clock above the door and sighed. Closing time was two hours ago. If he hadn't needed to pick up at the hub, he would have taken his dinner and gone home.
As it was, the sticky mess in the cartons would have to wait.
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Humming to himself, Ianto carried the bin bag from Tosh's work console to Gwen's. He hesitated as he came upon the horrendous state of her desk. If he were Catholic, he would have crossed himself and muttered a prayer in Latin. Instead, he snapped his rubber gloves to ensure they would hold. Walking up to the desk, he slid the bag under the console's edge and slid the entire contents inside.
If there had been anything of consequence in the rubbish, it was long beyond salvage. Not since the early days of Owen's hangovers had he dealt with such a night mare. There was no possible way such a mess should have been possible outside a hazardous chemical spill. Trust Gwen to find a way to create one.
He glanced at Owen's work area and sighed. His bag was too full to tackle the mess there and the conference room. He would need a new bag. Ianto tied up the old one and carefully stuffed it down in the push cart. It would be emptied tomorrow morning in the incinerator. That's if it didn't eat through the bag in the middle of the night.
Chuckling, Ianto almost didn't hear the first sound. The noise came a second time, this time carrying with it a clattering. Ianto quickly glanced about the hub, his hand going to the gun on his hip. When there was no further noise, picked up a second bag from the cart.
He repeated his actions from Gwen's desk with Owen's. There was guaranteed nothing of importance there. When he was done there, he quickly made his way up in to the conference room. Him being on high alert from the earlier noises was the only reason he heard the foot steps.
Spinning, Ianto drew his gun. There was no one else in the hub.
His eyes wide, Ianto slowly scanned about the for the source. There was no sounds, no movement, no body around. Ianto was starting to doubt he had heard anything when a hissing came from behind him. Screaming, Ianto spun and fired at the source. The bullets impacted the briefing room table and the wall monitors, causing them to spark and die.
Bringing a shaking hand to his head, he rubbed the tears away to clear his eyes. There was nothing around, it was just the hub. Chest heaving, he fought to believe that. It was nothing.
A screech erupted from every where and no where.
Bin bag forgotten, Ianto ran from the conference room. His feet flew down the steps, carrying him over the catwalks. Flying through the work stations, he crashed on the invisible lift stone. He barely had the presence of mind to put gun away as it activated. As he turned to face out over the hub, rising in to the ceiling, the lights around him started to flicker.
Ianto hugged himself, praying the lift would go faster. Closing his eyes, he blocked out the sounds coming from the hub.
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Pushing in his front door, Ianto paused to listen, his heart in his throat. There didn't appear to be anyone inside. When he felt certain, he cautiously entered the flat and eased the door shut behind him. Ianto turned to throw the lock when a breeze tasseled his hair.
Ianto froze. His fingers on the lock started to shake. The gun was in the holster on his hip, which meant he wasn't in the right position to go for it before the person behind him made their move. It would be over before he even had a chance to fight.
Head held high, Ianto spun slowly to face the intruder. Halfway through the turn, he was slammed back against his door. The force was invisible, but the figure controlling it was not. Black hair, pale skin, and dark eyes were the only things he could clearly make out through the shadows of his apartment.
This was it, he was going to be killed by a creature with a flare for the dramatic. A part of him felt relief at finally seeing the cause of his terrors. He wanted to sob, to beg for his life. The force would not let him.
Moving closer, the man cocked his head to the side. He observed Ianto from under a lowered brow. "You're not what I was expecting."
The gravely voice caused a shiver to run through Ianto's body. He tried to move his hands, anything so it wouldn't be a complete loss. All efforts failed. Whatever was pinning him was fully in control. There would be no escape this time, and no one knew he was in danger.
Black eyes stopped half a step away. "I can see your pulse is racing. How easily your kind frightens. Your heart feels as if it will beat out of your chest." Reaching up, he gently placed his hand over Ianto's heart.
The reaction was instant.
The man's breath hitched before he began to moan. Throwing back his head, he shuddered. He forced himself to let go, staggering back a few steps until his legs gave out. Collapsing to his knees, the man continued to be racked with twinges.
For his part, a deep seeded heat passed through Ianto. Spreading out from where he had been touched, it seemed to consume every part of his being until he was shaking from a different reason than fear. He started to pant, eye lids almost too heavy to keep open.
Raising his head so he could peer up at Ianto, the man slowly smiled at him. He seemed to float up rather than climb to his feet. There was a pause before Black eyes came slinking towards him once more. "Perhaps I won't kill you right away." Pressing his body against Ianto's, he could feel the smaller man's reaction to him.
Ianto shivered, closing his eyes against the stranger. Before he could form a coherent thought, his arms were tugged above his head. His shirt was tore open, the buttons popping off.
The man placed his nose against Ianto's neck, inhaling slowly. Pressing his lips against Ianto's throat, he felt the other man swallow. He mouthed a path up to Ianto's chin, leaving a slickened trail behind. Upon reaching the other's lips, Black eyes pulled back enough to watch him.
Ianto blinked several times before his vision was clear enough to see the man's amused expression. Unable to quite respond verbally, he found he could push his hips forward. That said everything he wanted.
Chuckling, Black eyes used his finger to draw a line down the front of Ianto's vest.
The cloth split in two, leaving him bare to touch. Ianto's chest tightened. A wave of goose bumps spread over his skin.
Pushing his own shirt and vest off, the man shook the hair out of his eyes. This was certainly going to be a night the other man would never forget. Closing the distance between them, he violently pushed his lips to Ianto's. As his prisoner responded just as viciously to the kiss, he growled in the back of his throat.
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The machine on Ianto's bedstand beeped, the phone having long been lost in the epic struggle hours earlier.
Sprawled under the sheets, the strange man had his head thrown back over a pillow, mouth hanging open and snoring softly. His throat was covered in bruises and bite marks, even a few forming scabs. The front of his body shared a similar fate, while his back was carved with scratches.
Laying half over him, their lower bodies still partially joined, Ianto opened an eye. He gave the machine an evil look as it played back the message for whomever was calling. Shifting so that the stranger slipped from him, Ianto winced and rolled on his side.
A throat cleared after the beep on the machine. "Hello, Mr. Jones. This is Dr. Suresh again. I apologize for calling so early, but it is a matter most urgent. I am afraid I may have inadvertently put your life in jeopardy. I don't want to do this over the phone, but it is imperative that you know. There is a man who calls himself Sylar..." The doctor was cut off when the machine suddenly exploded in a hellish blaze.
As the fire died out, the man dropped his hand once more to the mattress. He reached up with his other hand to run it through Ianto's hair. "Go back to sleep."
"Are you Sylar?" Not that he cared. Some how, that first touch had eliminated any form of reason he might have had.
"I said, go back to sleep." His voice was artificially deep, modulated to shake the few remaining glass picture frames. The man slid his hand from Ianto's hair down to grab him by the back of the neck. He pushed Ianto's face to his chest and wrapped his arms around him.
As Ianto curled against the man, certain his sexual perversions were just that, the blankets settled over them. The invisible force dragged Ianto from beside the man, back to partially over him. Burying his fingers in the patch of chest hair under his cheek, Ianto closed his eyes.
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The door flew off its hinges and landed with a resounding thump in Ianto's living room. Torch lights flooded the room, scanning quickly over the furniture for any possible sign of life. Landing on what was left of the living room, they stilled.
Jack was momentarily stunned by the sheer amount of destruction. The furniture was torn to shreds, bits of wood and cloth littered the room. An end table was imbedded in the far wall.
Beside the man, Tosh split her attention between the scanner in her other hand and the room illuminated by her torch. "I'm still showing no signs of life. There isn't anyone in here."
Swallowing, Jack faced his team member. "What about bodies?"
Tosh hit a control on the scanner. A blue light flashed as it ran another sweep. When the results came back, she shook her head. "Nothing, Jack. Aside from plants, the entire flat is empty."
He performed another sweep of the living room with the torch. This time, his beam caught on something scrawled on the far wall. The words inscribed caused him to swallow. Dropping the beam, he hoped Tosh hadn't seen it.
It wasn't fast enough. Tosh's own torch beam was square on the graffiti.
With a sigh, Jack reached up to his bluetooth ear piece, hitting the autosend. "It's me. We were too late." He shook his head in response to the person on the other end said. "He's taken Ianto."
At the pronouncement, Tosh's arms went slack. She turned away from the flat's entrance. There was nothing left to see here.
Having caught her actions, Jack clicked the ear piece off. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her back to the vehicle. "We'll let Gwen and the police handle this scene."
Tosh nodded, too numb to protest.
Standing on a nearby rooftop, a man watched them walk away. His great coat billowed in the non existent wind. At his feet, a figure wrapped in a blanket stirred slightly. Smirking, he floated the blanket clad person up to his arms. His body flickered then disappeared.
THE END......................