Ianto Jones (welsh_teaboy) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-09-20 23:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !trigger warning, ianto jones, jack harkness |
Who: Jack & Ianto Harkness-Jones
When: Saturday, September 20, night
Where: Somewhere in New York City
What: Even married couples need a date night. Unfortunately, things never go as planned and trouble follows.
Rating / Warnings: PG-13, boys kissing, Jack dying (again), violence, hate speech
Jack had been right, Ianto conceded. They had needed a night out. No SWORD, no SHIELD, no Torchwood. Just the two of them. (And the rest of New York City, but that was irrelevant). The burlesque show had been amazing and they'd gone to a late dinner afterwards, savoring the amazing food and wine. Of course, between the curried chocolate mousse and Jack's wandering hand, Ianto was in quite a state when they'd left the restaurant and headed back towards the Tower. The night wasn't too cold and the tower wasn't too far away so they opted to walk home, Ianto snuggling into Jack, arm wrapped around his waist and leaning into him. Perhaps he'd had a tad too much to drink, but it wasn't every day he got to take a night off. Leaning in, he stole a quick kiss as they meandered, not in any real hurry. "I still say I'm not wearing any of those costumes from the burlesque show for Halloween," he said, lips brushing Jack's neck. “But you’d look so good in them,” Jack said with a laugh before humming with approval when he felt Ianto’s lips in his neck. Tonight had gone incredibly well and by some miracle nothing had gone wrong. They hadn’t been called in to work, aliens hadn’t dropped from the sky, intergalactic rifts hadn’t opened. They’d just seen a show, had dinner and enjoyed themselves. If he was a suspicious man, he’d almost feel nervous about that. If he was still travelling with the Doctor, he’d definitely feel nervous. But right now, it was a beautiful night, he had a snuggly Ianto in his arms and as far as he was concerned, all was well in the world. “Or I could wear them?” he suggested, leering at Ianto for a moment before stopping and pulling him into a kiss. There was an exasperated sound from the person who had been walking behind them but he ignored that with practised ease. "That I would not object to," Ianto said, wrapping his arms around Jack and giving into the kiss, pulling him towards the edge of the sidewalk and a brick wall. While Jack had managed to get him over most of his hangups about PDA, Ianto still felt it was rude to block the sidewalk with their affectionate gestures, even if it was late at night. "Though probably not to work. I think that violates some SWORD dresscode or other." Jack laughed and let himself be dragged along. He didn’t care if they kissed in the middle of the street or in the privacy of their apartment but he knew Ianto still did, still got a little shy about being overly demonstrative in public. He liked to push but not beyond the point where Ianto was comfortable. “You think I shouldn’t give everyone a cheap thrill?” he said, his voice low and suggestive. “There was that little corset number that was especially sexy.” He backed Ianto up against the brick wall and pressed close. “I could wear it in blue,” he murmured before kissing Ianto again and letting his hands wander. "I think we shouldn't block the sidewalk," Ianto managed to get out before his back hit the wall, not even caring about what it would do to his suit jacket. "I think your thrills are… far from cheap… and I prefer to be the one who gets your thrills.." he said, punctuating the works with kisses as he closed his eyes, forgetting about the world around them. “You can have all my thrills, cheap or otherwise,” Jack said before giving himself over to the kissing and the feelings it engendered. He loved this. He loved everything about sex, from the most chaste of kisses to the dirtiest fucking but this? Just kissing and touching and exploring, getting excited before rushing home to find a flat… or horizontal… surface? Yeah, he loved this. “You can have me, anyway you want,” he murmured as he shifted his attention to Ianto’s neck and started working his fingers under his shirt to the warm skin underneath. Ianto let out a moan as he felt Jack's hands, closing his eyes as his hands found purchase under Jack's coat. "I intend to, sir," he groaned, the Welsh accent coming thicker now as he pressed his hips against Jack's. Lost in the moment, Ianto didn't hear the footsteps approaching. Jack caressed Ianto’s side then worked his hand round to his back before delving as far as he could past the waistband of his trousers. “I love those Welsh vowels,” he muttered into Ianto’s neck then he froze as he heard the distinctive sound of a revolver being cocked and felt the muzzle press against the back of his head. A coarse, slurring voice snarled, “Give me ya money, ya fucking fags.” Jack slowly pulled his hands away from Ianto and turned. The muzzle of the gun was now squarely in his face. He raised his hands and smiled before slowly edging away from Ianto. The man with the gun looked manic and jittery and Jack inwardly winced. Maybe drug-affected, maybe just really nervous but either way the lack of focus would make it difficult. “Hey, no need for the gun,” he said with a winning smile, stepping a little further away from Ianto in the hopes of drawing the man’s attention away from his husband. The gun followed him, centring on his chest, as he’d intended. “How about I just…” He reached towards his wallet and stepped forward just a little. The dual actions were obviously too much for the jittery mugger and the gun went off with an explosive bang. Jack had only a moment to register the pain of the bullet shredding his heart before everything went black. It didn't matter how many times he saw it, watching Jack die was always traumatic for Ianto. "Jack!" he cried out, fighting the urge to rush towards his prone husband. Jack would be fine. He knew that, but it was still hard to watch. He'd known what Jack was doing, drawing the attention away from Ianto. He glared at the mugger. "You!" he spat, anger fuming at him. Despite his husband's inability to stay dead, Ianto still took it as a personal affront whenever he was killed. He could feel the rage bubbling within him. "He was going to hand over the money and you… you just.." There was a strangled gasp from the mugger as Ianto's hands clenched into fists at his sides. He had no weapons on him and while he could probably hold his own against this guy in a fight, there was no need to start something when he was clearly easily startled. Plus, while Jack would recover from a gunshot to the heart, Ianto wouldn't and was in no rush to put himself in danger. The first thing Jack knew every time he came back from being dead was pain. Before his vision came back, before hearing, touch, anything else, there was the pain. No matter how he died, there was pain. As though being yanked back from death was so unnatural that it had to hurt. Which for all he knew was true. He gasped from the pain, from being thrust back into life and flailed for a moment as the memories of how he’d died and why and what all came back to him. He ached all over and his chest hurt but he still forced himself to his feet as he remembered the mugger and Ianto was still there and… He staggered over to Ianto and caught his arm even as he stared at the mugger, who was now lying on the ground apparently struggling with the gold chains around his neck as they strangled him. “Huh, that’s new,” he said, his voice strained and a little hoarse. A quick glance down showed him the bullet hole and blood on his shirt and dammit, he’d liked that shirt. He leaned against Ianto and rested his forehead on his shoulder. “Ianto…” Ianto wasn't quite sure what was going on. All he felt was the rage and the desire to give the guy a taste of his own medicine and then the mugger was on the ground, being strangled by his own gold chain. Jack's voice broke his concentration and he startled. "Jack?" Damn but he ached. He always did after coming back, no matter how he had actually died. Usually he had no choice but to get up and keep going and ignore it all and it wasn’t entirely different here except that… it was. Because the mugger wasn’t exactly a threat while he was being strangled by all the bling he was wearing around his neck. Except that stopped the moment Ianto said his name. Jack filed that away for later and straightened up, ignoring his aching body. He pulled Ianto slightly behind him again as the mugger scrambled to his feet. If the man had been jittery before, he was downright spooked now, staring in shock at both of them. “You… he...” The mugger waved the gun in their direction and Jack tensed in anticipation but the second shot never came. Instead the mugger stared at them in terror then abruptly turned and ran. Jack turned back to Ianto and curled around him as best as he could, burying his face in Ianto’s neck. He could keep going and be the strong man after dying if he had to but he didn’t have to right now. “Not how this night was supposed to end,” he murmured. He hesitated for a moment then decided to tackle the other thing as well while he was still wrapped around Ianto. “And that was a neat trick with the necklaces. Did you do that?” Ianto wrapped his arms tightly around Jack, kissing his neck. "You all right?" he mumbled, unwilling to let go. "Jack…" he whispered, tensing at the second question. "I… I don't know.. I.." Ianto started to tremble, tightening his arms around Jack. "I.. I almost.." “Yeah, you know me,” Jack said with a sigh. He closed his eyes and just relaxed into the embrace, breathing in Ianto’s scent and letting the adrenaline from the attack and his death slowly start to fade. But when Ianto started trembling, his eyes opened and he tightened his embrace. “Hey… hey, sweetheart, it’s alright.” He pulled back just enough to cradle his husband’s face with both hands. “Whatever… whatever’s going on, it’s okay. I’m okay, you’re okay and that idiot’s fine and maybe he’s been scared into not mugging people anymore. We may have done the world a tiny little favour. Go us, as Buffy would say.” He kissed Ianto then pulled him back into his arms. “It’s going to be fine.” Ianto's tremors subsided slightly and his hands fisted in Jack's shirt, not caring about the wet blood still there. "It's-" His brain just went back to Adam and the false memories of the things he'd done. Those dark nights where he'd been convinced he'd been a rapist and a murderer. "I wanted…" He paused and took a deep breath, trying to gain his bearings. "I wanted to kill him, Jack… I don't know what happened.." “Ianto, sweetheart, it’s okay. You didn’t kill him. That’s what matters.” Jack began to slowly run a hand up and down Ianto’s back and he pressed a kiss into his hair. “But… love, you know I’m going to come back. I’m always going to come back to you. I’m going to keep coming back until I’m a bloody great head in a jar.” He still hadn’t quite wrapped his mind around that but this was neither the time nor the place to try. “You don’t need to get angry when someone kills me. I’m going to come back and… I know this hasn’t always been the case but I want to come back. To you. For you. I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He sighed and held Ianto tightly. “As for… what happened. I think you got hit by the white event, sweetheart. Though the precise how and what is something we’ll have to figure out.” "I know.. but.." Ianto pulled back slightly. "It doesn't matter. I may know you're going to come back but every time… it still hurts and.." Ianto stopped himself. Jack didn't need to know the extent of how painful it was to watch Jack die and come back. He ran his hand over Jack's chest, fingering the bullet hole. "Not sure I can fix this. I can get the blood out, but the shirt might just be better turned into handkerchiefs." Jack closed his eyes and sighed. He knew that Ianto didn’t like it when he died and he also knew that given a choice between him dying or Ianto dying, well, there was no contest. He’d die a hundred times… a thousand times… if it kept Ianto alive and well. “And this was one of my favourite shirts,” he said ruefully, letting Ianto change the subject. He knew they’d have to talk about what had happened but they didn’t need to do it now, not when they were both still so shaken. He tilted Ianto’s head up and kissed him then he smiled with a little bit of his normal mischief. “Come on. Let’s go home. I need a shower and some life-affirming sex. We can deal with the rest of this tomorrow.” Ianto returned the kiss before wrapping an arm around Jack. "Home is good. There's research to do, and tests.. and should let Danvers know. I'm sure medical will want to know as well. SWORD is keeping a list." He didn't want this. Not now. Sure, there had been a time when he'd wanted to be special, to be different, but now, he was happy just being Ianto Jones, or rather Ianto Harkness-Jones. "It's a good thing the handcuffs aren't gold." “It was the gold specifically?” Jack asked curiously then he shook his head. “Nope. Nope, nope, nope.” With each ‘nope’ he pushed Ianto back until he had him pressed against the wall again. He proceeded to kiss him. Thoroughly. “Nope,” he said when they came up for air. “No serious talk. We’ve just been through a very stressful event. We’re going home, we’re having a shower and then we’re having sex. Serious stuff can wait for tomorrow.” "I don't know.. I mean.. he was wearing gold chains. Which isn't really your thing. Not that I have a desire to strangle you. And I'm around metal-" His train of thought was cut off by Jack's actions. Despite his protests, it was hard to stay on target when Jack was determined. "Sir. We should follow protocol. I don't know if I can control it. What if I hurt you?" “Uh-uh,” Jack said, shifting his attention to Ianto’s neck and sliding one hand down the front of Ianto’s trousers. He knew he was playing some very dirty pool right now but he didn’t care. He’d just died in front of Ianto. They both deserved some quality private time together before work and seriousness took over. “You won’t hurt me and protocol can wait until tomorrow.” Ianto wasn't as sure, but Jack was being incredibly persuasive. And there was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to just lose himself in Jack and fall asleep in his husband's arms. "Not here," he acquiesced. "Home." Jack paused and then nodded. “Okay. Home.” He rather reluctantly removed his hand from Ianto’s trousers and then looked down at his own shirt and grimaced. “Better not go wandering around looking like this,” he said with a wry smile. He buttoned up his coat and then wrapped an arm around Ianto’s shoulders. “Come on. Home, shower, sex, sleep.” Ianto reached out, smoothing the coat out before wrapping his arm around Jack's waist, leaning his head into Jack's shoulder as they started heading back towards the tower once more. He was shaken, but they'd deal with that tomorrow. |