Special Projects - Chapter 6

Title: Special Projects - Chapter 6
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Spoilers: Fragments and season 1
Summary: Ianto joins the team, and Jack quite likes it. But what of this 'girlfriend?' Everyone has a special project, after all.
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Author's Notes: Wow, has it really been six months? I hope everyone enjoys reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Disclaimer:I do not own Torchwood.

Special Projects
Chapter 6

Jack's thoughts went back to the last time someone had called him such a name. He'd never been one to allow age to keep him from getting what he wanted, not when 51^st century pheromones were involved. A lady was a man was a lady, after all, no matter which century you were in, or which planet.

It was the planet Earth, 21^st century, the one he had come to enjoy most, and somewhere about eight o'clock in the evening. Jack was spent on his bed while his partner showered in the master bath. Steam poured into the bedroom through the cracked door as the sound of a woman's singing began to overtake the sound of the shower.

She's lost, Jack thought. She'll be in there for a good while.

Jack stood up, wrapping the sheet around his waist, and sauntered over to the mantle. He picked up a bear and squeezed its belly. “Are you my mummy?” the bear said. Jack chuckled, remembering. He carefully began to examine the bear's left eye, finally using his fingers to pick around it until a bit of clear glass fell into his hand. Pinching his thumb and index finger together, he reached into the bear's eye socket and pulled out a small camera. When Jack saw a red light lit on the side, he smiled.

Still recording.

The singing continued, increased in volume, even, as Jack sat back down on the bed and flipped open the screen on the video camera. His smile grew larger as the images on the screen greeted him. He leaned back and rested against the headboard, arm bent behind his head. Jack passed the next few moments completely engrossed in smugness. Jack was proud of himself for being discrete, for being sneaky, but above all, Jack was proud of himself for simply being himself, despite society's limitations.

Just when the recording had gotten to the good part, Jack felt he was being watched. Had the singing stopped? But, the shower's still going. He looked to his left, and the smile completely faltered. Next too him stood the lovely girl he had invited to his flat a few hour earlier. She was naked, and she was wet, glistening with water from having just stepped out of the still running shower. Jack felt himself twitch.

“Jack,” she said, leaning towards him and allowing her breasts to dangle down toward his face. “You're a fucking dirty old man.” Her eyes were hard and her face was set as she slapped him hard. It was obvious that Jack enjoyed the gesture a little too much as his member leaped to absolute attention.

“Marcy,” Jack said. “I can explain!”

She grabbed the camera from his hands and took a few steps back. “Explain what? That you filmed us shagging without telling me?”

“It's not like that,” Jack pleaded.

“I think it is,” Marcy said as she looked at the screen in her left hand. Her face twisted with disgust.

Jack took her body in, looking her up and down and licking his lips. “You're still naked,” he said suggestively.

“Ugh!” Marcy walked over to the closet and removed a towel, wrapping it around herself.

“It's really not as bad as it seems!” Jack sat up as Marcy made her way back to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. The lock clicked.

Why is she so upset? It's not like she had anything to hide. Except me. Jack laughed aloud at his cleverness.

The minutes went by, marked off by the soft ticking of a clock on the mantle next to where the bear had sat. When the door finally opened, Marcy was fully dressed. She walked toward Jack and slipped on her heels. Opening the camera, she removed the tape, slipped it between her breasts, and threw the camera at Jack. It bounced on the bed next to him.

“It's really not as bad as it seems,” Jack said.

Marcy let herself out.

Oh, well, Jack thought. It's not like she took all my tapes.

“Jack!” Ianto said. “What is wrong with you?”

“What?” Jack was confused. “I was concerned about you. I was worried.”

Ianto stared at the man in front of him, the look of disgust evident on his face. He sneered as he said “And this is how you choose to tell me? By showing me your intricate systems of CCTVs? Well done, Captain. Your tact is beautiful.” Ianto threw his hands in the air. “I can't believe you. Really, honestly. Disgusting! You've been spying on me!”

“What did you think you were doing, Ianto? Something like this doesn't get past Torchwood, especially when it's right under our own feet. Literally.” Jack shrugged. “You should have known better,” he said simply. “I have every right to monitor my employees, especially when they're sneaking things from Owen's cupboards. He's not blind, you know.” Jack paused, tilted his hand, and smiled a little. “You,” he began “were pretty obvious. If I'd witnessed Torchwood at its finest, I'd not be wanting back in. You didn't either, did you? You don't.”

Ianto walked toward the desk next to Jack's bed. His arm reached out, fingers stretched to their limits, and he gently touched the television screen, Lisa's face. “I had to do it,” he whispered. “Torchwood did this to her.”

“I knew something was wrong the moment I saw you. Thought if I got you in here before something happened.. Ugh! We could have helped you, Ianto!” Jack's temper got away from him, but he took a moment to compose himself with a deep breath. “You should have told us. You should have told me.”

“Captain, do you have any idea the sort of person you are?” Ianto's anger was seeping through his pores now. He was ready to hurt Jack, and he turned to face him. “I can see it in your eyes that you've seen everything and been everywhere. You're so old inside. But you're so cruel. Talking down to everyone and everything. You'd have thought you'd have learned a few things in your time. You know what you'd have done to her if I'd told you. Killed her! And punished me for not telling you, for betraying you. I would have been betraying her!”

Jack kept his distance and looked on unphased. “Ianto Jones, how noble you are!”

Ianto's eyes were red and brimming with tears. His voice trembled. “You will not kill her!” He let out a sob and looked down. “But, what are you going to do with her? With me?”

"You're mine,” Jack replied, closing the distance between them. “And you love it.”

“You're right,” Ianto said, making eye contact and maintaining it. “I'm yours. Let me … let me get myself together and we'll talk about this rationally.” He walked out of Jack's bedroom without waiting for any response from Jack.

Ianto rummaged through Owen's cupboards, trying to find the lower strength Retcon that he kept there for small emergencies. The larger doses were kept by Jack in his desk, locked in a drawer, under some papers, and locked in a small wooden box, which was also taped shut. Obviously only for large scale – the-universe-is-ending events. Ianto's universe might be ending, but the rest of the world was quite indifferent, a fact quite evident from the behavior of the man in the other room waiting for him to collect himself and return from the washroom.

After throwing everything Owen valued onto the floor, Ianto finally located the pills between the spermicide and the tweezers.

Of course, Ianto thought as his mouth twisted up. Where else would they be kept?

He kicked everything under the autopsy table behind him and made off with the bottle of pills.

"You're back. Good.”

Ianto fidgeted with the pills, rolling the bottle between his fingers behind his back. He smiled at Jack, and felt his eyes burn from the tension and the tears. “What will we do?” Ianto asked.

“There's only one option,” Jack said. “She has to go.”

Ianto said nothing, but gave Jack a steady, defiant look.

“This can't go on, Ianto. The entire world is in danger because of your underground girlfriend! As the leader of Torchwood, I can't let it continue.”

“I've talked with someone who says he can help her. Four months, he said.”

“Ianto," Jack continued cautiously. "listen to me. I'm telling you this as your friend, as your lover, and as your captain! You're only hurting yourself.”

“Jack, I can't let you do it. Give me a couple days to sort everything out. Then, I'll tell her and I'll...”

"Tomorrow night, Ianto." Jack said. The conversation was over.

“He's been spying on me,” Ianto said to Lisa. “Can you believe it? I trusted him. I knew he wouldn't help, but I didn't think he'd go that far.”

But it was no use. Lisa wasn't awake and Ianto knew that it was silly to expect any response.

“Oi, tea-boy!” Owen called. “Have you seen Jack? My supplies are all over the place!”

Ianto emerged from the stairwell, smoothing his vest and jacket. “I took him some tea earlier, but I haven't seen him since. Would you like me to see if he's still in his office?”

Owen gave an exhausted sigh and said: “Yes!” before turning to his organizing.

Ianto ignored Owen's angry mumbling as he made his way up the stairs to Jack's office. He knocked on the door. “It's me, Jack. Can I come in?” There was no answer. Ianto put on an awkward smile, the one that Jack loved most, and pushed the door open just a bit He stuck his head in first to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything. Ianto snorted when he realized his motive. He liked what he saw. He opened the door the rest of the way and called downstairs. “He'll be down in a moment, Owen!” Ianto shut the door behind him with a quiet click.

His smile grew larger as he began to fully take in the sight before him. Jack was asleep. His head was on his desk, resting on crossed arms. Under his mouth was a puddle of saliva, with even more stringing from his lips. Ianto chuckled. He reached out slowly and set his hand on Jack's shoulder. Jack shifted a little in his sleep. He was close to waking, that was sure, but when he would wake was unknown. Ianto didn't know exactly how much Retcon he had slipped into Jack's tea earlier that morning, but he was certain that it wouldn't be lethal. The Captain was a big man, after all, and he hadn't even given him a palm-full.

Ianto shook Jack's shoulder, getting more and more violent in his motions as Jack continued to sleep. Rethinking his methods, Ianto bent his head toward Jack and whispered.

“Jack,” he said. “Time to...” Ianto nibbled on his ear. “.. wake up.” Jack stirred a little more promisingly. He moved his kisses down Jack's neck, and Jack's entire body shifted in his sleep. “Oh, come on, you old bloody fool! I know you're awake.”

Ianto took a step backward as Jack sat up, stretching his arms above his head. He smiled big. “You're a bright one, you.” He wheeled his chair back a little. “Come here, then.” Ianto complied , standing before Jack and pulling him toward him by the armrests. He sat on the desk, spreading his legs to accommodate Jack as he stood up. “Let's continue where we left off last night.” He put his hands on the desk on either side of Ianto and kissed him hard on the lips. Ianto resisted.

“What?” he asked.

“Last night,” Jack said, pulling back only slightly. “Before you fell asleep.”

“Oh,” Ianto said, chuckling. “Of course. Sorry about that.” As he brought Jack's face back to him, Ianto was rejoicing inside. It had worked. Yes! Soon, Ianto was lost in Jack.

His arms wrapped around Jack's neck, and his hands found themselves, fingers intertwining. He moaned into Jack's mouth as Jack bit his bottom lip, causing Ianto's mouth to open and allow him entrance. Jack pressed his body against Ianto's, and his hands slid underneath his jacket. Ianto slid closer to the edge of the desk in a desperate attempt to bring he and Jack even closer together. Each felt themselves being ground against the other, and a whimper escaped from Ianto. Jack chuckled at the power he had over the younger man, despite his not really doing anything but kissing.

Jack's hands rose up Ianto's torso until he was removing his jacket and loosening his tie. Ianto's hands found Jack's hair, his neck, and moved down to his chest, where they traced light circles around Jack's nipples through his dress shirt. He moved his fingers deftly under Jack's braces, pulling them to the side until Jack was forced to remove his hands from Ianto. A sound of discontent came from Jack but it was replaced with a moan as Ianto's hands untucked his shirt and found the flesh of his belly with soft touches. His moans grew louder as Ianto's fingers moved up to palm his chest, to squeeze his nipples.

Jack's hands found Ianto's behind and pushed him closer to him, anything to brings their heats closer together, but finally Jack could take it no longer. Ianto's teasing had made him forget who he was, but just for a moment. He shoved Ianto back harshly onto the desk, not swearing when his head snapped backwards and pounded against the wood or when the tea cup and saucer shattered to the floor. Ianto's hands had been ripped from Jack's chest, but they soon found themselves tangled in his short hair, pulling as Jack roughly unbuttoned Ianto's shirt. He pressed kisses to Ianto's sweat covered skin, making his way down to his waist.

Ianto couldn't stifle his loudest moan yet, despite biting his lip hard enough to release blood and fill his mouth with the taste of copper. One of his hands left Jack's head and wrapped around Jack's as he used his mouth to undue the workings of the belt and pants. His free hand found Ianto's nipple and worked it with mastery until Ianto writhed with pleasure and pressed his crotch into Jack's neck. Jack chuckled and buried his face in Ianto's hair, breathing hot and hard, enjoying the musky smell, until he reached Ianto's hard cock. It twitched under Jack's tongue when he used its flat along Ianto's length.

A sharp knock sounded at the door just as Jack had taken Ianto into his mouth.

“That is not how you handle vandalism!” Owen shouted from the other side of the door.

Jack chucked around Ianto before removing himself and asking Ianto what he was on about. His hand was still at work, but Ianto managed to gasp, “Someone .. stealing from .. Owen.” Jack laughed again.

“I'll be out in a moment, Owen,” Jack called.

Owen's footsteps never faded as he stomped down the metal steps, but when Jack decided he'd given him enough time to retreat, he turned his attention back to Ianto.

Jack spoke as he walked down the steps from his office. “What's the problem, Owen?” He was fixing his braces when he stopped next to the medical table. Owen stood on the other side.

“Some twat has gone through all my things!” His face grew red as he talked. “Everything! It was all shoved under the table. The gauze was with the antacids! Who would do something like that?”

Jack looked at Owen's cabinet, at its neat rows of medical supplies and do-hickeys. “Everything seems to be in order.”

“Only because I've spent the last ninety minutes reorganizing everything. The Retcon is between the spermicide and tweezers, right where it belongs.”

“You've got everything under control, then,” Jack said, starting to turn and walk away.

“I asked Tosh for the security tapes, only when she looked, the ones from last night were missing. Know anything about that, Jack?”

“Owen, don't start accusing me,” Jack said firmly. “We have such a low crime rate inside the hub, the tapes record over themselves if a new tape isn't put in within twenty minutes.”

“We have a pterodactyl, and we can't afford proper surveillance?”

“Yes, that's right.” Jack moved quickly this time, and walked through the hub door. He felt like he was forgetting something.

“Ever since he let that bloody new boy in, things have all gone to hell!” Owen mumbled.

Ianto opted to stay behind in Jack's office to compose himself. Hadn't he just determined and proven that Lisa was the most important thing to him? But his touch was so.. Ianto enjoyed it. Jack kept his mind from the metal in the lower level of the hub. No, Jack obliterated everything in his mind, kept him from falling prey as life's troubles raged around him. What was there for him to do other than take advantage of his one last enjoyable reprieve?

He had fixed himself up, buttons on his jacked all done up right like mum had taught him, but he remained on the desk, staring at the ceiling, thinking of the road ahead of him, of the broken China on the floor. What was stopping him from having a bit of fun with Jack every so often? Except the fact that Ianto found himself wanting it to happen, wanting Jack to happen to him, more than every so often.

I'm a man, Ianto thought. I have needs!

He chuckled at himself, making light of a situation which should have held a lot more gravity. But who could be serious when they'd just been sucked off by such a lovely piece of meat? Ianto glanced over to Jack's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and Ianto could see the televisions set up on the desk. He saw Lisa in black-and-white, vulnerable despite despite being encased in metal. His mood darkened. Time to get back to work.