d8rkmessngr | Fic: The Oncoming Storm (Slash, AU, Janto 28/40 Act 2/4)

Author: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.

Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Warning For This Chapter: uh...again...less about the episode, more about the progression of our boys. The slash part of the story here. SMUT. You were warned. :)

Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Random Shoes"

Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13,Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27, Ch 28 Act 1/4

Master Fic List: here

Chapter 28 "Random Shoes"
Act II: "I'm somewhere I've always wanted to be."

Having sex with Jack Harkness was really no different than with a woman, Ianto decided as he sat in front of his reception desk, for once unmolested by clueless tourists.

Almost immediately, Ianto made a face.

Of course, Jack Harkness was definitely not a woman.

Unbidden, his fingertips settled against his lips. He smiled to himself. Jack and the others had to dash out to a suspicious—well, Gwen thought it was—traffic incident. Jack pretended to stay behind for directions while the girls went to get the SUV. As soon as the door shut though, Jack had neatly vaulted over the counter, kissed Ianto soundly on the mouth, then asked Ianto with a grin, how the new coffee was Jack had tried before.

Ianto smirked. He had told Jack in a mock stern voice that it would have been more efficient to just bring him up a cup. Jack pouted—he was the only man Ianto knew who could pull off a pout that successfully—called him a spoilsport then gave him another kiss with his hands greedily running through his hair, his tie, and over his body. Bastard. Ianto was sure he looked thoroughly debauched by the time Tosh ducked her head in to declare they had the SUV.

Ianto licked his lips. The coffee did taste very nice though. He'll have to buy more next time.

The earpiece buzzed in his ear. Ianto tapped it as he pulled up the systems on his computer.

"I'm here," Ianto replied crisply.

"You know, people usually greet with a 'hello', Ianto."

The rumble in his ear made him smirk. "Fine. Hello, sir. Everything alright with the RTA?"

Jack sighed melodramatically.

"Ah," Ianto struggled to keep a straight face.

"I need you to follow up with the police and see if anyone goes crying into their station to confess."

Ianto murmured as he wrote it out on a post-it. "Anything else?"

"Coffee?" If Jack were a puppy, he would wag.

Ianto snorted. "Didn't you have enough this morning?"

"I can never get enough of this morning," Jack purred, his voice low and saturated with a rolling burr that felt like fingers down his arms. Ianto shivered. How does he do that?

"Please tell me you're alone in the car," Ianto bemoaned. He could only imagine the girls' expressions.

"Yes. Why? Oo, are we going to have phone sex?" Jack sounded gleeful. "I’ve never had that!"

Ianto blinked. "You'd never had—you're joking."

"Nope," Jack quipped. "Telephones were not really regarded as an extension to sex seventy years ago. It's hard to talk knowing a switchboard operator might hear you. Kind of kills the mood."

Ianto paused. It was easy to forget sometimes that Jack was not of this time period until the rare comment.

Jack fell silently, probably regretting his remark.

"Well," Ianto said, thinking quickly, "I never thought I would have something I could teach you, Harkness."

The carefree laugh on the other line was reassuring. "I never thought of it that way," Jack mused. "So can we have the first lesson now?"

Ianto's smile faded to horror. "Good God, no! What if they come back into the car?"

"Actually, they're heading back over right now."

Sputtering, Ianto nearly fell off his chair. "Absolutely not then! No!"

Jack laughed and hung up.

Ianto pulled off his earpiece and scowled at it. He shook his head and couldn't help but chuckle. Mischievous as he was, Jack's enthusiasm was also contagious.

The post-it was set aside as a reminder as Ianto searched for the information necessary to make contact.

Would that, Ianto mused, have been considered flirting? He frowned as he scanned the search results, absently grabbing his PDA.

If that was flirting, Ianto thought, then it wasn't any different than with a woman. Then again, for Jack flirting was usually as natural for him as blinking; the man was relentless as a storm yet could persuade a stone to bleed water with his charm.

Ianto sighed. It really would have been easier if one of them was a woman. At least then he knew where he stood. Jack assured him that everything Ianto was doing was right—actually, he used a more enthusiastic praise—but every so often, Ianto caught Jack staring at him, like a puzzle he couldn't quite decipher. Ianto knew that look. He'd been casting it on Jack as well when he thought Jack wasn't looking.

Touching Jack oddly felt as exciting and provoking as touching Lisa. Ianto wasn't sure why. Where Jack was all hard planes and sleek muscles, Lisa had curves that had captivated him, even hidden under folds of clothing. He shouldn't feel as enraptured with Jack's body. He shouldn't. Yet two weeks later, Ianto found himself more enthralled each day.

There were interesting nooks and hollows and curves Ianto didn't expect to find on a man. But they were there; discovered by Jack's experienced mouth, gentle fingers and the swirl, warm circling motion of his tongue. And the fact that he could get so turned on by a clearly masculine touch—gentle yet with the benign threat of strength—both fascinated and frightened him.

Jack proved to be a patient lover—the term still made him pause—with Ianto, letting Ianto do his own exploration, learning by mimicking his touch, tracing the same paths on Jack's body. He'd discovered, often by serendipity, other spots that seemed to reduce Jack to a pleasant concerto of moans, purrs, and keens. That in turn proved to be interesting as well. Lisa had a way of twisting his name into a chord of notes as she arched her graceful body and shuddered her release around him. His body also quivered every time Jack uttered his name in breathless release, his name mangled to syllables and moans that vibrated throughout his own body. Just hearing his name on Jack's lips was sometimes enough to bring him to release.

Ianto found while he couldn't do exactly the same to Jack as he would a woman, some of the same rules apparently still applied. For example, kissing the spot between Jack's pecs like he would between the breasts on a woman's body provoked the same happy wiggle of the body, and caused Jack to rub against him in a heady friction. Kissing the ridged flat belly still made the stomach muscles quiver whether the body is male or female. Kissing a furrowed brow still smoothed it out. And the feel of legs wrapped around him as he thrust into a pliant body still spurned him on, still boiled his blood.

The difference that should have bothered him yet didn't was the fullness of Jack's cock hard and pulsing inside him, touching a spot deep within him that Ianto intellectually knew existed. Two erections crashing together felt a little strange, a little animalistic yet the over-sensitized flesh rubbing against one another ignited the same explosive orgasm as when he buried himself deep inside Lisa. And falling asleep with a steady heartbeat under his ear never felt so reassuring before.

The odd scrape of stubble that felt like sandpaper before his erection was engulfed was also a strange experience yet the unshaven jaw rubbing against his skin was an exotic texture he'd never considered. And it wasn't all rough and coarse skin. There were parts of Jack's skin that was impossibly satin smooth like across his chest, his buttocks and especially that fold where the hip meets the leg and intersects at the equally silken, hot, tight and velvety feel deep inside Jack's as—

"Oi."

Ianto jumped in his seat. He grabbed the edge of the information counter before he became an ungainly heap on the floor.

Owen Harper, looking peevish from his long drive, stood on the other side of the desk.

"Is this revenge for before?" Ianto gasped. His legs wobbled as he struggled to get back on his chair.

Owen smirked. "I should have thought of that, but no." He looked annoyed. "I was calling your name lots of times. Where were you?"

Somewhere between his cock opening Jack up and nipping that surprisingly tasty spot on the back of Jack's neck.

Ianto tugged at his tie. "I didn't hear you."

Owen's brow furrowed. "Not sleeping and now no attention span." His face puckered. "Listen mate, I know you’ve been having a bit of a time since your girlfriend. If you need—"

It was unbelievable, but Ianto was touched. "That's alright. I don't need to talk."

"Who said anything about talking? I was going to prescribe you something to drug you silly."

Ianto scowled, the moment of camaraderie evaporated.

"Thank you, but I'm fine."

Owen shrugged. "Where is everybody?"

Ianto resisted sighing. "Out. There was a RTA Gwen wanted to check."

Owen grunted. "Christ, RTA? Why are we looking into it then?"

"It's Eugene Jones."

There was no recognition in his eyes.

"He'd show up almost everywhere we went about a month ago?" Ianto prodded.

Owen's eyes widened. "No, shit? Geek boy?" A flicker of regret flitted across his face. "Shame. Always thought he was a weird bloke. Harmless, but weird."

"Jack always thought he might have fancied Gwen," Ianto remembered.

Owen grunted. "Let's hope that's not why Gwen's all hot to investigate this."

"You're a compassionate fellow, Dr. Harper," Ianto said in a dry voice.

Owen smirked and steered for the secret passageway. Abruptly, he snapped his fingers.

"Right, before I forget, need to update that Retcon list."

"Who?" Ianto groaned. He typed in a command on his computer to retrieve the Retcon record. It was always a hassle when they had to Retcon someone. The clean up was always a tedious chore.

"Um, let's see. Ah, Marvin Stuckler and two others."

Ianto glowered. "That is not particularly helpful."

Owen shrugged. "I don't know their names, Jonesy."

Ianto stared. "How could you give two people Retcon and not—"

"Oi, it happens, alright?" Owen then brightened. "Check all the A & Es Stuckler might have checked into. They would have come in with similar injuries."

Baffled, Ianto stopped typing. "What injuries?"

Owen smirked. "Testicle abrasions," he quipped as he ducked into the passageway.

"What?"

Owen's head popped back in and he gave a toothy grin.

"Of unknown origin," Owen added.

Ianto stared at where Owen was. He shook his head and began the search for one Marvin Stuckler.

Testicle abrasions, indeed. Owen was getting stranger each day.

Act III

Additional Notes: Many thanks to soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.

Fic: The Oncoming Storm (Slash, AU, Janto 28/40 Act 2/4)

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