Torchwood Fan Fiction ❯ Bedroom Factotum ❯ Bedroom Factotum 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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Ianto declares a Moratorium
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Ianto declares a Moratorium
Non Anime: Torchwood Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.16.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 210 | Status: Completed
Torchwood FanFiction
Title:Bedroom Factotum
Summary: Ianto has many roles in Jack’s bed. ;
Warning: slash, homosexual sex, language.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its characters belong to Rusell T Davies and
BBC, I make no money from this or any story, and they are purely a
recreational hobby for fun.
Unlike the others, Ianto doesn't blame Jack for leaving. It hurts, yes, but he
doesn't blame him. Not like Owen who was angry and bitter, snapping at
any mention of their leader. Not silently indignant like Tosh, and definitely
not upset, sulky and betrayed like Gwen. No Ianto felt guilty, like they
deserved to be abandoned. God knows they had just betrayed their captain
and almost destroyed the world chasing ghosts. So in Ianto's opinion they
had no right scorning the immortal when he upped and left without saying a
word.
When Jack comes swagg ering back, all smiles and charm, Ianto isn't
surprised. Relieved yes, but not surprised. The fact that he had been with
The Doctor isn't news either. Ianto suspected as much after discovering the
51st century man was gone. Now Ianto didn't know what shocked him more;
the captain's 'confession' -at Ianto's inquiry if Jack intended to remain with
his Doctor- “I ;came back for you.†Or the instant correction that followed
“all of youâ€, with Jack staring into Gwen's eyes. Annoyed for allowing
himself the momentary delusion, the tea boy knows things haven't changed.
What he doesn't know is if he is still okay with it.
John Hart came as a big unwelcome surprise. The haughty time agent made
Ianto and Jack's less than pleasant reunion into a real nightmare. When
Jack introduced& nbsp;John Hart, Ianto recognized who he was – Jack had called to
the man in the sack many times before. During the short time in which he
got to know Hart, Ianto understood Jack's annoyance towards his former
lover. John was brash, vulgar, cocky, a compulsive liar and a self-centered
bastard. The young Welshman couldn't figure out by the life of him just
what the hell is it that Jack saw in the man. It made Ianto question Jack's
taste in partners. Despite the whole nasty wild goose chase episode, Ianto
held on to the sliver of hope that was Jack's proposal for a date. Maybe
things would change after all. That hope however was dashed the moment
John Hart was gone, -physically at least, Ianto would soon find out that the
time agent lingered vividly in Jack's mind- and every member of team
Torchwood went home. As Ianto remained in the Hub with Jack, wanting to
stay a little longer with the captain and making sure he was okay, John's
parting words seemed to have shook the immortal deeply. When Ianto tried
to comfort the American he was rewarded with being the outlet of Jacks
anxiety and frustration once again. And so it was that their first encounter
after the immortal's return ended with a very angry and sexually sore Ianto,
-and not in a pleasant way. Jack had all but pummeled the younger man's ass,
while cussing and cursing Hart. It took all of Ianto's dignity and self-
control not to sob, not only in pain at being taken so roughly after months
of abstinence; but at the unfairness of it all. He had hoped, if not for a
heartfelt reunion with his captain, then for a playful night of hot mind
blowing sex. Instead he got what felt close to a violation, had it not been
consensual, and still it could be argued that he had not consented to a
BDSM cession. Once the tirade was over, putting on his clothes Ianto
paused and face Jack. “Maybe you should've accepted his orgy proposal.â€
That caught the 51st century ex time agent off guard, and he gaped at Ianto
the question written clearly on his face. “I'm sure he wouldn't have minded
your trying to arse-stab him to death with your cock.†Ianto clarified with a
deadpan voice, leaving Jack to watch his retreating back, as he walked away
as dignified as he could with the awkward limp product of Jack's angry sex.
The young archivist was glad he wore suits to work, the layers of clothes
would hide the resulting bruises easily.
Things returned to normal after that, Jack seemed to have caught the hint
and refrained from bringing the ghost of John Hart to crowd their bed play.
Ianto was content with their casual sex in which for once he featured as the
principal object of Jack's pleasure. When Tommy Brockless was brought
back to life for his annual ;checkup, Ianto worried for a bit. Tommy always
made Jack nostalgic for his own time in the wars and Sahara. Ironic that for
a man of &n bsp;the future, Jack was always caught up in the past. However the
Welshman was surprised when Jack admitted that he wouldn't change the
loves he has found along his long journey for having remained home in his
own time. Though he knew the immortal was referring to The Doctor and
Sahara, Ianto allows hims elf to believe he had a place among those Jack has
loved through the ages. Furthermore Ianto was stati c when the captain
turned to him for comfort and that night they had shared a pretty intense
and sweet intercourse. It wasn't love making, but it wasn't completely
casual either and what was more important is that it was Ianto Jones that
Jack saw in his bed, not Sahara. And for once it was all well between them.
Until the reality of Gwen's engagement pushed the limits of Jack's patience
that is. Ianto took to leave the room when Jack and Gwen become affronted
by the collision of her normal life with Torchwood's work requirements.
The sexual tension between the two makes Ianto want to gag, and he knows
that later on he will be the outlet for that tension, as he becomes Gwen
Cooper in front of Jack's eyes while in his bed, yet again. And still Ianto
can't blame her; he understood what she saw in Jack. Ianto himself saw the
same things. Jack was all a woman would want; he is intelligent, powerful,
resourceful, drop dead handsome, and sex god. But he couldn't help but
think she was selfish, she has a wonderful fiance but it was not enough she
wanted Jack as well, it was not fair but he couldn't bring himsefl to point it
out, not the Jack and certainly not to Gwen. With the inclusion of Rhys in
the Hub, Jack feels his position as alpha male is challenged and Ianto
watches amused as the two men engage in the proverbial pissing contest.
The archivist almost expected for them to wipe out the measuring tape, he
was fairly certain who would win that particular contest. When Rhys walks
out of the Hub as a hero with Gwen in toe, Jack turns to Ianto to re-
ascertain his dominance. After Jack is done fucking Gwen into submission in
his mind, -in reality he just raw fucked Ianto into rebellious annoyance- the
tea boy brings him a cup of coffee. As he places the mug on the captain's
desk Ianto states calmly “You know sir, instead of brandishing out the
measuring tapes, next time you, Gwen and Rhys are in the same room you
could use those alien pheromones Owen used to smuggle out when he went
clubbing.†Jack& nbsp;frowned confused. “I reckon it would be a better way to deal
with the unresolved sexual tension.†and if there was a hint of bitterness in
his tone he maske d it with a smile, even as Jack glared at him for suggesting
a threesome. As Ianto left the office he felt justified for his words and for
giving Jack decaf.
When Martha&nb sp;Jones walked through the cog wheel of Torchwood three she
brought with her the ghost of The Doctor. Jack hadn't uttere d the Time
Lord's tittle for months, not since his return from his travels with him. That
had made Ianto believe the 51st century captain had gotten over his crush
with The Doctor. It gave Ianto the hope that one day the ex-time agent will
get over his crush with Gwen, until it only remains Sahara and Ianto
himself -he knew Jack would never let go of her, not completely. Now the
longing was back in Jack, and Ianto found he couldn't pretend he was okay
with it. Every time they had sex for the length of Martha's stay, Jack fell
back into conjuring The Doctor's image over Ianto's body. By this point the
Welshman has stopped to pretend that he is involved in the act, he simply
lays down -or bends over, depending the case- like a doll and lets Jack play
out his fantasies, be it Gwen or The Doctor. Hell sometimes Ianto wished
Jack called someone else in bed. If not to him then John Hart again, or
Owen, even Janet would have been less upsetting, less disgusting, less
painful. He doesn't reciprocate the older American's ministration; he barely
responds to them and never climaxes with Jack anymore. Its following one
of those unsatisfying encounters - in which Jack role played to be thrusting
into The Doctor- that Ianto voices a thought that had been bothering him
since the anew recurrence of the Time Lord into the immortal's bed. “That's
why you came to us.†he nodded to himself as if assuring that he was indeed
correct. “You needn't go back to him. You brought him along with you.â€
Ianto doesn't have to clarify which 'him' he is referring to, Jack knows it all
too well. Ianto is not surprised when there is no response, he wasn't
expecting one.
With the wedding impending approach Gwen takes center stage in Jack's
'sack role playing' as Ianto has come to think of it. The tea boy was relieved
when they were not invited to the wedding, grateful that he wouldn't have
to witness Jack sulking over it. He was eager for the day to come and go in
hopes that with her absence during her honeymoon Jack would center
himself and cool ;off his desire for the Welshwoman once she has become
Mrs. Williams. As it turned out they ended in the thick of it. Ianto cursed
his luck as he found himself buying a new wedding dress, having to endure
the mortification of the clerk's comment was just the icing on the cake. So
he couldn't help but snap at Jack's “inner conflicts†comment, stressing the
words 'happy couple' as he suppressed the urge to throttle the insensible
immortal on the spot. The sadness and disappointment the radiate from Jack
as Gwen says her vows, only worsen Ianto's mood. By the time he spots Jack
dancing with Gwen, gazing lovingly in to her eyes, the younger man is
angry beyond belief. He abandons the DJ's equipment and makes his way
towards them, resolved in claiming his place as the captain's lover. But as he
sweeps Jack way from Gwen, there is no loving gaze for him, only a roll of
the eyes, the captain way to say that Ianto was being ridiculously childish.
After the mop-up operation, despondence has taken over Ianto and he takes
refuge in his duties as Torchwood factotum. Even as Owen and Tosh head
home and Jack goes into his office, Ianto takes the Nostrovite's corpse from
the SUV and into the morgue. When he comes into the Hub and the
captain's office, to see if Jack needs something else before he heads home,
Ianto notices the pictures on the desk. He is not startled when Jack stands
behind him, winds his arms around the young man's waist and plants soft
kisses on his neck. There is nothing he would've liked more then to
surrender into the older man's embrace but Jack's demeanor lets Ianto know
that it is not him who he is seeing. No, is too early to be certain, but the
archivist expects it to either Gwen or Sahara. Or maybe both if they happen
to have a two round encounter as it was the case often when Jack can't make
up his mind on which lover he'd rather be at a given moment. Well he is
neither of them and it is with great resignation that Ianto pulls away from
Jack. “I'm sorry Sir I guess you'll have to 'Do' with pizza†he deadpans
letting the immortal know he overheard his conversation with Gwen and
that he resents it deeply. Jack falters for a moment before he tries reaching
for him again “Ianto...†but Ia nto's step back silences the captain's attempt
at seduction even before it can begin. “Sir we've chased a psycho alien mom
all day, DJ-ed and played the wedding fairy all night. I'm knackered and in
no mood to indulge your role playing shags. Now if there is nothing else
you need I'm going home, goodnight sir.†It took all of Ianto's resolve not to
look back at the American's stunned face as he walked away from Jack's bed
of lies for what he hopes will be the last time.
Title:Bedroom Factotum
Summary: Ianto has many roles in Jack’s bed. ;
Warning: slash, homosexual sex, language.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its characters belong to Rusell T Davies and
BBC, I make no money from this or any story, and they are purely a
recreational hobby for fun.
Unlike the others, Ianto doesn't blame Jack for leaving. It hurts, yes, but he
doesn't blame him. Not like Owen who was angry and bitter, snapping at
any mention of their leader. Not silently indignant like Tosh, and definitely
not upset, sulky and betrayed like Gwen. No Ianto felt guilty, like they
deserved to be abandoned. God knows they had just betrayed their captain
and almost destroyed the world chasing ghosts. So in Ianto's opinion they
had no right scorning the immortal when he upped and left without saying a
word.
When Jack comes swagg ering back, all smiles and charm, Ianto isn't
surprised. Relieved yes, but not surprised. The fact that he had been with
The Doctor isn't news either. Ianto suspected as much after discovering the
51st century man was gone. Now Ianto didn't know what shocked him more;
the captain's 'confession' -at Ianto's inquiry if Jack intended to remain with
his Doctor- “I ;came back for you.†Or the instant correction that followed
“all of youâ€, with Jack staring into Gwen's eyes. Annoyed for allowing
himself the momentary delusion, the tea boy knows things haven't changed.
What he doesn't know is if he is still okay with it.
John Hart came as a big unwelcome surprise. The haughty time agent made
Ianto and Jack's less than pleasant reunion into a real nightmare. When
Jack introduced& nbsp;John Hart, Ianto recognized who he was – Jack had called to
the man in the sack many times before. During the short time in which he
got to know Hart, Ianto understood Jack's annoyance towards his former
lover. John was brash, vulgar, cocky, a compulsive liar and a self-centered
bastard. The young Welshman couldn't figure out by the life of him just
what the hell is it that Jack saw in the man. It made Ianto question Jack's
taste in partners. Despite the whole nasty wild goose chase episode, Ianto
held on to the sliver of hope that was Jack's proposal for a date. Maybe
things would change after all. That hope however was dashed the moment
John Hart was gone, -physically at least, Ianto would soon find out that the
time agent lingered vividly in Jack's mind- and every member of team
Torchwood went home. As Ianto remained in the Hub with Jack, wanting to
stay a little longer with the captain and making sure he was okay, John's
parting words seemed to have shook the immortal deeply. When Ianto tried
to comfort the American he was rewarded with being the outlet of Jacks
anxiety and frustration once again. And so it was that their first encounter
after the immortal's return ended with a very angry and sexually sore Ianto,
-and not in a pleasant way. Jack had all but pummeled the younger man's ass,
while cussing and cursing Hart. It took all of Ianto's dignity and self-
control not to sob, not only in pain at being taken so roughly after months
of abstinence; but at the unfairness of it all. He had hoped, if not for a
heartfelt reunion with his captain, then for a playful night of hot mind
blowing sex. Instead he got what felt close to a violation, had it not been
consensual, and still it could be argued that he had not consented to a
BDSM cession. Once the tirade was over, putting on his clothes Ianto
paused and face Jack. “Maybe you should've accepted his orgy proposal.â€
That caught the 51st century ex time agent off guard, and he gaped at Ianto
the question written clearly on his face. “I'm sure he wouldn't have minded
your trying to arse-stab him to death with your cock.†Ianto clarified with a
deadpan voice, leaving Jack to watch his retreating back, as he walked away
as dignified as he could with the awkward limp product of Jack's angry sex.
The young archivist was glad he wore suits to work, the layers of clothes
would hide the resulting bruises easily.
Things returned to normal after that, Jack seemed to have caught the hint
and refrained from bringing the ghost of John Hart to crowd their bed play.
Ianto was content with their casual sex in which for once he featured as the
principal object of Jack's pleasure. When Tommy Brockless was brought
back to life for his annual ;checkup, Ianto worried for a bit. Tommy always
made Jack nostalgic for his own time in the wars and Sahara. Ironic that for
a man of &n bsp;the future, Jack was always caught up in the past. However the
Welshman was surprised when Jack admitted that he wouldn't change the
loves he has found along his long journey for having remained home in his
own time. Though he knew the immortal was referring to The Doctor and
Sahara, Ianto allows hims elf to believe he had a place among those Jack has
loved through the ages. Furthermore Ianto was stati c when the captain
turned to him for comfort and that night they had shared a pretty intense
and sweet intercourse. It wasn't love making, but it wasn't completely
casual either and what was more important is that it was Ianto Jones that
Jack saw in his bed, not Sahara. And for once it was all well between them.
Until the reality of Gwen's engagement pushed the limits of Jack's patience
that is. Ianto took to leave the room when Jack and Gwen become affronted
by the collision of her normal life with Torchwood's work requirements.
The sexual tension between the two makes Ianto want to gag, and he knows
that later on he will be the outlet for that tension, as he becomes Gwen
Cooper in front of Jack's eyes while in his bed, yet again. And still Ianto
can't blame her; he understood what she saw in Jack. Ianto himself saw the
same things. Jack was all a woman would want; he is intelligent, powerful,
resourceful, drop dead handsome, and sex god. But he couldn't help but
think she was selfish, she has a wonderful fiance but it was not enough she
wanted Jack as well, it was not fair but he couldn't bring himsefl to point it
out, not the Jack and certainly not to Gwen. With the inclusion of Rhys in
the Hub, Jack feels his position as alpha male is challenged and Ianto
watches amused as the two men engage in the proverbial pissing contest.
The archivist almost expected for them to wipe out the measuring tape, he
was fairly certain who would win that particular contest. When Rhys walks
out of the Hub as a hero with Gwen in toe, Jack turns to Ianto to re-
ascertain his dominance. After Jack is done fucking Gwen into submission in
his mind, -in reality he just raw fucked Ianto into rebellious annoyance- the
tea boy brings him a cup of coffee. As he places the mug on the captain's
desk Ianto states calmly “You know sir, instead of brandishing out the
measuring tapes, next time you, Gwen and Rhys are in the same room you
could use those alien pheromones Owen used to smuggle out when he went
clubbing.†Jack& nbsp;frowned confused. “I reckon it would be a better way to deal
with the unresolved sexual tension.†and if there was a hint of bitterness in
his tone he maske d it with a smile, even as Jack glared at him for suggesting
a threesome. As Ianto left the office he felt justified for his words and for
giving Jack decaf.
When Martha&nb sp;Jones walked through the cog wheel of Torchwood three she
brought with her the ghost of The Doctor. Jack hadn't uttere d the Time
Lord's tittle for months, not since his return from his travels with him. That
had made Ianto believe the 51st century captain had gotten over his crush
with The Doctor. It gave Ianto the hope that one day the ex-time agent will
get over his crush with Gwen, until it only remains Sahara and Ianto
himself -he knew Jack would never let go of her, not completely. Now the
longing was back in Jack, and Ianto found he couldn't pretend he was okay
with it. Every time they had sex for the length of Martha's stay, Jack fell
back into conjuring The Doctor's image over Ianto's body. By this point the
Welshman has stopped to pretend that he is involved in the act, he simply
lays down -or bends over, depending the case- like a doll and lets Jack play
out his fantasies, be it Gwen or The Doctor. Hell sometimes Ianto wished
Jack called someone else in bed. If not to him then John Hart again, or
Owen, even Janet would have been less upsetting, less disgusting, less
painful. He doesn't reciprocate the older American's ministration; he barely
responds to them and never climaxes with Jack anymore. Its following one
of those unsatisfying encounters - in which Jack role played to be thrusting
into The Doctor- that Ianto voices a thought that had been bothering him
since the anew recurrence of the Time Lord into the immortal's bed. “That's
why you came to us.†he nodded to himself as if assuring that he was indeed
correct. “You needn't go back to him. You brought him along with you.â€
Ianto doesn't have to clarify which 'him' he is referring to, Jack knows it all
too well. Ianto is not surprised when there is no response, he wasn't
expecting one.
With the wedding impending approach Gwen takes center stage in Jack's
'sack role playing' as Ianto has come to think of it. The tea boy was relieved
when they were not invited to the wedding, grateful that he wouldn't have
to witness Jack sulking over it. He was eager for the day to come and go in
hopes that with her absence during her honeymoon Jack would center
himself and cool ;off his desire for the Welshwoman once she has become
Mrs. Williams. As it turned out they ended in the thick of it. Ianto cursed
his luck as he found himself buying a new wedding dress, having to endure
the mortification of the clerk's comment was just the icing on the cake. So
he couldn't help but snap at Jack's “inner conflicts†comment, stressing the
words 'happy couple' as he suppressed the urge to throttle the insensible
immortal on the spot. The sadness and disappointment the radiate from Jack
as Gwen says her vows, only worsen Ianto's mood. By the time he spots Jack
dancing with Gwen, gazing lovingly in to her eyes, the younger man is
angry beyond belief. He abandons the DJ's equipment and makes his way
towards them, resolved in claiming his place as the captain's lover. But as he
sweeps Jack way from Gwen, there is no loving gaze for him, only a roll of
the eyes, the captain way to say that Ianto was being ridiculously childish.
After the mop-up operation, despondence has taken over Ianto and he takes
refuge in his duties as Torchwood factotum. Even as Owen and Tosh head
home and Jack goes into his office, Ianto takes the Nostrovite's corpse from
the SUV and into the morgue. When he comes into the Hub and the
captain's office, to see if Jack needs something else before he heads home,
Ianto notices the pictures on the desk. He is not startled when Jack stands
behind him, winds his arms around the young man's waist and plants soft
kisses on his neck. There is nothing he would've liked more then to
surrender into the older man's embrace but Jack's demeanor lets Ianto know
that it is not him who he is seeing. No, is too early to be certain, but the
archivist expects it to either Gwen or Sahara. Or maybe both if they happen
to have a two round encounter as it was the case often when Jack can't make
up his mind on which lover he'd rather be at a given moment. Well he is
neither of them and it is with great resignation that Ianto pulls away from
Jack. “I'm sorry Sir I guess you'll have to 'Do' with pizza†he deadpans
letting the immortal know he overheard his conversation with Gwen and
that he resents it deeply. Jack falters for a moment before he tries reaching
for him again “Ianto...†but Ia nto's step back silences the captain's attempt
at seduction even before it can begin. “Sir we've chased a psycho alien mom
all day, DJ-ed and played the wedding fairy all night. I'm knackered and in
no mood to indulge your role playing shags. Now if there is nothing else
you need I'm going home, goodnight sir.†It took all of Ianto's resolve not to
look back at the American's stunned face as he walked away from Jack's bed
of lies for what he hopes will be the last time.