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Ianto Jones drowns.....

His lungs hurt, like a fire is burning inside them.  The darkness is everywhere, he feels like he’s a rag doll being swayed by giant hands. He can’t breathe; if he does the water will enter him and slowly kill him. The currents move him up and down, smashing him against the rocks. His body is just a pantomime in this angry force of nature. It hurts, it hurts so much, he wants to breathe, but he can’t. Jack… He doesn’t know what is the most painful, to know he will die soon or to not have the chance to see him before the end. Ianto Jones doesn’t want to die, but it’s too late. Once, he heard someone say that to drown is a better way to die, because in the end you feel like you’re flying. But for now, Ianto Jones just feels the anger and the rage that’s exploding inside him. He just wants to scream.

“Jack, what are you doing?”

“Umm?..... I’m kissing you Ianto Jones..... and it’s a pure pleasure to taste your perfect skin....”

“I know you’re kissing me, but Jack, we are at a crime scene. We’re investigating, don’t you remember?”

“Oh yes, but action, suspense and crime have always excited me..... you’re such a gorgeous young man....”

“Jack!!!!! The others will come back soon!!!”

“Exactly so I should take you right now fast and hard.....”

“Jaaaack!!!”

“Ohh, I know how much you love this....”

His laugh resonates in his mind like a distant dream. He was so happy, this shag was so hot, so intense, he had felt so alive. He’s suffocating, he doesn’t know anymore where the sky is. The current pushes him hard against the rocks, this time his head takes the shock and sparkles dance in front of him. That reminds him of the flickers of the fire camp when he went camping with his parents, during his childhood. He can almost feel the fire’s warmth on his face.

“Tad, what are the stars?”

“They are balls of fire, far away in space.”

“Who lit them?”

“Some legends tell that they are candles of God, to comfort us when we are afraid of the darkness....”

“Oh! Like the light mum puts on my room when I go to sleep?”

“Kind of my son.... To remind you that  we will always be there to protect you.”

“I love you tad....”

“Love too son.”

“I’ll love you forever my little boy....”

“I love you more mum!!!!”

In his frozen prison, Ianto can almost feel his mum’s arms around him, he can see her beautiful smile. He wants to scream, he doesn’t want the darkness to bring him into a world where the fires no longer burn. He’s furious, about himself to have not been vigilant enough in the hunt, furious about the alien that took him by surprise and pushed him down into the chasm. At least, Tosh had stayed on the edge, the alien falling with him, he knows that it died at the moment it touched the waves. He almost laughs, it’s so pathetic, this morning he told Jack that he loved him. The kiss was so tender, so good. He knew at that moment that his Captain loved him passionately. He was so happy and now cruel destiny made the decision that all this happiness was an illusion, the play is over, and the curtains are down, the act ends. He needs to breathe, he knows it’s insane, but his body doesn’t obey anymore. He opens his mouth and takes a breath, even when he knows it will be his last one. 

“So, when they arrived I was naked and saw the two dressed up queens next to me and all I found to say was: can somebody tell me where the exit is?”

“Jack! What did the soldiers do?”

“Well, Gwen, you know how seductive am I, so I just grinned and they helped me to find my clothes and let me go.”

“Ok, but what our captain didn’t mention is that the soldiers were all women and they had drunk a love potion just before....”

“Owen, that’s a little detail....”

“Oh, no, it’s a big one sir.”

The team’s giggles echo around him. It’s like they are here with him, like they give him the only thing he deserves at the end: a last piece of happiness. The water fills his lungs, his body shakes furiously in the enraged currents, Ianto Jones surrenders. They are wrong, dying by drowning is not like flying, its like he’s exploding inside, and it’s atrociously painful. His mind runs away, he has the feeling that he’s not in the water anymore, like strong hands bring him up towards the sun, like familiar lips kiss him. Jack..... Spasms shake his body; the water seeming to exit his lungs.  Like a dream, he hears Jack voice begging him to open his eyes, to come back to him. Owen voice roams around too. Is this what it is like to die? You hear voices at the very end?

“He’s gonna be fine Jack..... Just give him time to come back.... He will survive...”

Jack....

The end

Title:As you  wish Ianto Jones
Pairing: Jack/Ianto 
Rating: NC-17 (smut, slash....)
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere early in season 1
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Warning:  sex, m/m kissing, bad words......
Summary: Torchwood team have fun, in different way....
Notes: Ok, so hummm, this is my first smut fic.... just a little smut.....  I always challenge myself so this is the result.... please comment and let me know if I should never challenge myself anymore.... lol Ho, and don't forget English is not my first language, I try my best .
Beta:  The fabulous and so talented just_being_me08

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As you wish Ianto Jones…..

Jack drops the document onto his desk. He sighs; putting his head in his hands and feeling the tension in his body. He feels exhausted. It was not a particularly hard day; it was just the usual long and demanding Torchwood day.  He stands up slowly; stretching his back before walking through the door. Laughter catches his attention, a clear and contagious burst of laughter echoing through the Hub that makes Jack smile. On the first level, Toshiko, Gwen and Owen look like they are having a lot of fun. Owen gesticulates in a theatrical way and the girls around him look on with a smile fixed on her faces.

“…and I swear I was so shy!”

Another laugh replies as a last declaration. The happiness wins Jack over and suddenly he feels so proud of his team. He goes down the stairs to join them.

“What’s up kids?”

“Oh Jack! You have to hear this, Owen he’s so pathetic sometimes!”

“Well, thanks Gwen, I’m feeling so much more confident right now…”

“Oh, Owen, admit it, it was not one of your better moves. I have to agree with Gwen this time….”

“Thanks Tosh, I’m really feeling better now.”

Another giggle explodes in the Hub.

“Ok, you peak my curiosity. What did you do this time?”

“Thanks Jack, now I really do feel hurt…” Owen replies with a hand on his heart.

The hilarity affects them all equally and laughter explodes for another time into the air.

“So, since you insist… I told the girls that the first time I made it with a girl I was at her flat. I was so excited again in the morning that when I heard the sound of the shower I was sure she was the one in it. So I got out of bed and ran completely naked to join her. I opened the shower curtain violently and shouted Taaadaaaa I’m here baby! But it wasn’t her in the shower….”

“It was her mum!” Yells Gwen in a hysteric way.

“And I don’t have to mention that my little soldier was ready to do his duty……so to speak.”

This time the laughter is more powerful. Jack feels the tension in his body lessen slightly, like a new energy making him stronger.

“How was I supposed to know she lived with her mum?”

“Yeah, but the Mum’s are delicious too sometimes….”

“Jack!” Shout the girls at the same time.

Jack grins proudly; he loves these sorts of moments with his team. When no danger runs around, when fear no longer squeezes against their backs, when he doesn’t have to worry about the world. Tosh and Gwen have sparkles in her eyes and Owen looks like a little kid. Then, suddenly he realizes that someone is missing.

“Where’s Ianto?”

“He hasn’t come down from the tourist office yet.” 

“Thanks Tosh, I’ll see if everything is all right there….”

“I’m certain the tea boy is having a lot of fun with his leaflets Jack!”

Jack doesn’t pay attention to Owen’s insinuation. The fact that Ianto is alone upstairs annoys him. After the cyberwoman nightmare he made a promise to himself to never ignore or shut away his youngest member. He feels responsible for Ianto’s distress, feels guilty about not paying more attention to him before. He almost runs to the tourist office, expecting to find him in a bad mood. He should be with the rest of the team, he shouldn’t be alone, he should be with the others like the team member he is. When the secret door opens the view Jack has in front of him makes him stop with surprise. Ianto is not weeping and at the edge of collapse, but all smiles and laughter. He is sat in front of his computer, joy painted on his face. In a few large steps Jack stands beside him, a hand resting on the young man’s shoulder.

“Ianto?”

“Sir! Did I miss the coffee round?”

“No… No… Ianto, are you are right? I was worried about you. The tourist office has been closed for a while and you haven’t been around…”

Suddenly the famous Jack Harkness feels so idiotic, like is a teenage girl who flirts for the first time. Fortunately, the grin on the younger man’s face brings back his confidence.

“Well, I don’t think I have to worry anymore… Having fun alone Ianto Jones?”

“Oh… The office was closed… and I just went on the web and found this little video on YouTube…..I….. I didn’t do it during office hours… I just…”

The hesitation and the sudden embarrassment of Ianto’s reaction make Jack laugh. Closing the distance between them, he presses his body strongly against the other man, putting his hands on Ianto’s hips and murmuring into his ear:

“I think I know a better way to have fun young man…”

Shivers cross Ianto’s body and Jack takes it like an invitation. Looking directly in Ianto’s eyes, he slowly opens the other’s pants. He hears Ianto’s breathing begin to accelerate, lust appearing in his gaze, his mouth so full of desire. When the pants fall to the floor Ianto presses his hard groin firmly against his partner and tries to kiss him. But, Jack backs off and looks at him with amusement.

“Oh no, it’s not that easy. I want to hear you beg Ianto Jones.”

Then, he kneels in front of him and caresses Ianto’s thighs. Little by little, Ianto’s underwear gradually slips to the floor, his fingers caressing his hot skin. His eyes are locked onto Ianto’s face, savoring his young lover’s reaction like a fresh water fall. Ianto’s body convulses like the waves at this intimate and so exciting moment. Seeing Jack on his knees, his gaze devouring him and being himself so vulnerable bring him to the edge, like his heart will explode anytime soon. When his underwear finally stops at his ankles, his cock stands proudly in the air. He closes his eyes, he waits for Jack’s mouth, for the pleasure he knows so well. But nothing happens, the lips never touch him, the tongue doesn’t devour him. He opens his eyes in an instant. Jack stays on his knees and looks at him with the most desirable gaze he has ever seen.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Sir…. What are you… waiting for?”

“Oh, you know what I waiting for…”

“Sir…”

“Yes?”

“I feel stupid like this…”

“Oh, believe me you’re not... the view is gorgeous…”

Ianto blushes dramatically. Jacks strong hands grasp firmly his buttocks bringing with them a heady sensation and making him unsure of whether he can hold on.

“Sir, can you… I want…”

“Yes? What do you want?”

“I…”

“Ummm…”

Then, Jack put his open mouth just near enough to Ianto’s cock without touching it. Ianto feels the hot breath caresses his shaft and barely a moment later it is like the world is exploding around him, making him lose control.

“Fucking Jack Harkness take my fucking dick into your fucking mouth and suck me to hell!”

“As you wish Ianto Jones…”

Fin

So should I stop to write this kind of fic and just write drama and suspence fic? Don't be afraid to be honest, I'm not certain about this one......

HO, and because I think you probably want to know what Ianto whatched on you tube.....   Ianto's video

Title: Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream…chapter three

Pairing: Jack/Ianto , the team
Rating: NC-17, angst
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere early in season 1, but after countryside and cyberwoman
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Torchwood team has problem, can Jack save them all ?
Summary chapter:  When bad thing happens….
Notes:  So this is a new series. I hope you gonna like it. I don’t know what I have this days, my life it’s a little bit complicated, a moment I laugh and the moment after I cry. My muses are crazy… and no I’m not pregnant, I’m only a teach.
Beta: the so fabulous and talented just_being_me08 
 


Previous chapter

Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones; it’s not a dream….

Chapter three

London, twelve hours before the gun shot on the roof

The feeling doesn’t leave him alone. It’s a cold hand pressing heavily on his neck, like a storm building slowly inside him. He knows something really bad is just waiting to happen, but he doesn’t know how or even where. The meeting doesn’t seem to even have an end. He has to listen; he has to convince himself that it is imperative for him to be there. The Prime Minister talks about the world, the dangers, the security; of course all that is important. But, the feeling doesn’t want to leave him alone. He knows something really bad is going to happen and this certainty is driving Jack Harkness crazy.

Four hours after Gwen and Owen found Toshiko bleeding

He feels so light, the butterflies may have left him alone, but it doesn’t matter now, he’s a butterfly himself. He looks at his wings; they are so beautiful, every sensation and feeling amplified. All he can smell is this delicate fragrance that surrounds him, the lights of the street lamps are so brilliant that they almost hurt his eyes, the conversations and the laughing from the people around him sound like music to his ears, the soft wind on his skin is like Jack’s touch. Jack…. Thinking of Jack makes Ianto smile. Suddenly the desire to be with him is unbearable; like he has to speak to him at the very least. He searches for his phone, but he remembers that it is still at the Hub. He has the urge to fly straight to a public phone. Jack…

“Jack Harkness speaking.”

“Jack….. Sir… it’s so beautiful…”

“Ianto? What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“Jack…. It’s amazing how free I feel… your voice sounds fabulous… speak to me sir…”

“Ianto, what’s happening? Where are you? Where are the others?”

“The butterflies were everywhere… Tosh… Tosh was screaming, but I don’t know why… Jack, I’m gonna fly… I’m so proud of myself…”

“Ianto, please, listen to me! Stay where you are, I’m on my way. Don’t do anything stupid. Ianto?....”

But nobody answers him, Ianto is gone, he didn’t hear Jack’s last words. He saw the fountain and he definitively wanted to touch it.

Three hours before Jack returns

Owen wraps bandages around Tosh’s wounds. He doesn’t understand, what’s happened and why she’s alone. Where’s the tea boy? He doesn’t like the situation, something very bad has happened and he can’t understand what. He looks over to Gwen; who seems to be distracted by something. She always looks around her like she expects to see someone or something appear right in front of her. But just as he wants to ask her what’s wrong Tosh grabs his wrist.

“Owen… its Ianto’s fault… he poisoned us…”

“What? Tosh…what did you say?”

“He did this to me…. Owen, Ianto wants to kill us…”

“That fucking tea boy… I will make him pay for this…. I gonna kill him…”

Right then and there in the Hub, Owen talks to an unconscious Tosh whilst Gwen looks nervously around her, seeing shadows and hearing sounds that never existed.

Three hours before the gun shot on the roof

Jack found Toshiko in the medical bay two hours ago. She was pale, her heart beat was painfully slow, but she was alive. He gave her sedative and left her. She was safe for now. He hates himself for not being more aware of all of those bad feeling that he had. He knew something bad had happened. Ianto’s call had just confirmed it. Ianto, he had sounded so strange, he was not himself. He didn’t hesitate, leaving the meeting immediately. The safety of the world was right now in danger, he had no time anymore for anymore theories. The journey had seemed like the worst trip of his life. If I’m too late… He thought with fear squeezing round his throat. When he entered the Hub he knew that the worst had happened. He saw the glass sphere and his heart beat stopped for a brief moment. No, not again…. He knew what that thing was, what damage it could do. He had seen this before, on another planet, with other people’s lives. But, the results are the same: the madness that takes its victims to the edge and in the end causes their hearts to give out. The only chance he has now is to convince his team that none of it is real. But if it’s too late....He doesn’t want to think about that, he wants to believe that it all is going to be all right. He takes the sphere and he puts it into his pocket. It can have no influence on him, having had all that time agent’s training has some advantages at the very least. He hears a gun shot somewhere in the basement. He runs, his team is in trouble and somehow he will save them all. It’s not too late…. They have to hang on, I’m here now…

On the roof

The hands are covered in blood. Jack tries to take Ianto’s hand more firmly, but it’s slippery and the pain in his shoulder is starting to burn. Suddenly, it’s all like a movie in slow motion, he feels Ianto’s hand slip away and he can do nothing to stop it. He wants to scream but the horror of the situation paralyzes his voice. Through space he watches as his young team member falls further and further.

TBC

 Chapter four

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Title: Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream…
Pairing: Jack/Ianto , the team
Rating: NC-17, angst
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere early in season 1, but after countryside and cyberwoman
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Torchwood team have problem, can Jack save them all ?
Summary chapter: confrontation on a roof
Notes:  So this is a new series. I hope you gonna like it. I don’t know what I have this days, my life it’s a little bit complicated, a moment I laugh and the moment after I cry. My muses are crazy… and no I’m not pregnant, I’m only a teach.

Beta:

just_being_me08

Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream….

Prologue

The sky is beautiful, all the stars in the vault of heaven look like a thousand fireflies eternally fixed in the name of beauty. In a big city like Cardiff, the roofs are the best place to see them. When the sky is clear and the moon is in collusion, the view is fabulous for someone who takes the time to watch. Tonight, three men stand on a roof, but they don’t care about the stars. One is armed, one stands on the very edge and the other tries to fight his own fear. The man watches, like a nightmare he can’t control, members of his own team falling deeply into madness.

“Owen, this is an order. Put the gun down.”

“Jack! He wants to kill us… all of us… Look at what he did to Tosh!”

“I had nothing to do with that! You’re the one who wants to kill me… All of you… You all want to see me dead…”

“Ianto get down from the edge now. Take my hand…”

“Don’t worry sir, I’m gonna fly!”

“Damn it Ianto! Stop!”

“Sir… Don’t you see my wings? They are so beautiful…”

“Don’t call me a bastard you son of a bitch! What? Now you’re laughing? You think this is funny? Poisoning us? I’m gonna shoot you!”

“Owen! He said nothing to you! He didn’t laugh! Put. The. Gun. Down.”

“Jack…. Can’t you see him? Can’t you hear him? The tea boy, he’s dangerous, we have to stop him…”

“Both of you listen to me. What you see and hear…… it’s not real. You are intoxicated, you need help. Let me help you.”

“I don’t believe you… What he did to Tosh...”

“Sir, it’s so beautiful…”

On a roof, three men now stand. The moon it their only witness, looking as if it may smile as it watches on. A confrontation is in progress, reality playing alongside fiction. Who is lying and who is telling the truth? They are all exhausted. The man in the long coat has confused eyes, he’s vision is so fuzzy. He feels that the situation is out of his control and he hates that. His team is in trouble and he’s afraid to lose them. The man with the gun is angry; he can see the shivers tremble through his body. He has blood on his clothes, on his hands. The other man just smiles softly, he looks groggy, his arm dancing slowly in the air. Something has happened, something is wrong with his team and he has to save them. He knows if he reacts quickly he can easily disarm the medic. But his youngest team member worries him, he stands of the edge of the roof, he could fall at any moment. He doesn’t want to lose him, not after he forgave him for the cyberwoman incident, not after he comforted him after the cannibals in the countryside, not after having tasted his lips and not being able to forget them.

“Ianto please… look at me. Take my hand, stay with me…”

“I’m sorry Jack, but the tea boy deserves to die!”

Suddenly a gunshot breaks into the night.

TBC

 Chapter one

Title: Lost in the snow
Pairing: Jack/Ianto 
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere in season 2
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Ianto is lost… in the snow
Notes:  This is a for the gorgeous and amazing cherry_soup888 and  put_that_away because they think snow is a great thing…. Crazy people…. Beta: the fabulous and so talented just_being_me08
 
 

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Lost in the snow

 The whiteness is everywhere, he can’t see anything else. It’s cold, his whole body is freezing, like thousands of needles are aggressively piercing at his skin. His face is like an icy mask, the pain is everywhere. Slowly, he tries to make any kind of trace in this white hell, but all his steps are being stopped by the snow. Desperately he attempts to warm himself with his suit, but it’s not enough. He can’t win this game, the fight is in vain. Ianto Jones is lost in the snow. In the air the sound of a mobile ringing breaks through the air.

“H-Hello?”

“Ianto? Where is my favourite Welshman? You went out an hour ago for coffee and you never came back. You know how much I like to see you around...”

“S-Sir, I t-think I have p-problem here...”

“Ianto, what’s happening? You sound freezing? Where are you?”

“T-That the p-problem sir, I’m l-lost... in t-the snow...”

“What? Ianto, stop kidding around! It’s a gorgeous sunny day...”

“Not whe-where I am s-sir...”

“Ianto this isn’t funny, tell me where you are. What can you see?”

“N-Nothing... I was on my way back, I t-thought it would be mo-more fast-ter if I took t-the alleys and t-then su-suddenly everyt-thing was white and c-cold….”

“Ianto, it’s vital, just keep talking to me. Tosh will try to scan the area and find you. There is a huge peak in rift activity and she thinks you are right in the middle of it.”

“J-Jack... its s-so cold...”

“Ianto, focus on my voice. Tosh will find you, I will find you. Ok?”

The voice sounds so far away. His fingers are frozen. He knows that to he has to fight the weakness that has taken over his mind and his body, but it seems so welcoming. If he wasn’t so freezing, he would certainly laugh at his situation: so close to the Hub and yet to be prisoner to a snow storm from the rift. Then, he hears steps behind him, someone or something is coming. Damn, what now, a snow alien? I’m so lucky... Ianto thinks nervously.

“J-Jack? J-Jack it’s t-that you?”

But only the sound of the furious winter wind answers him.

“J-Jack?”

Suddenly strong arm takes him and squeezes him into an embrace.

“Got you Ianto Jones! Next time you fancy to walk in the snow just tell me before right?”

“J-Jaaaack! It’s not fu-fucking f-funny! I’m f-freezing!”

“Oh, my poor baby, come here I will warm you... don’t worry you will be very warm...”

“J-Jack, how d-did you f-find me s-so f-fast?”

“Well, twenty minutes after you went out, Tosh spotted a huge energy spike around the plass and suddenly the rift monitor was detecting really strong signals. Then, we see on the CCTV like a ball of snow created in an alley. I decided to go and take a look. And then she told me that you had not returned yet, so I came to find you.”

“W-what it’s s-sir?”

“It’s called a winter ball. I’ve seen this a few times. It’s like one of those glass ornaments, that you shake and its snowing inside. They are fleeting. It’s beautiful.”

“N-no, it’s n-not... it’s r-ridiculous and t-the c-coffee are freezing n-now!”

Then, Jack’s coat is wrapped around him, his body touching his, his mouth caressing his lips. He feels like the coldness has disappeared, suddenly he feels so strong.

“Ianto, I will never let you down. I will always come find you.”

Ianto Jones closes his eyes. He doesn’t know if he believes him. But for that one moment he feels like a fire ball in his arms and that’s all that matters.

Fin

You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand

Part five

24 hours before

“Jaaaack!”

“Oh, you know how much I love to hear you scream like this Ianto”

“It’s not the time or the place sir…”

“Nobody is looking…”

“We are still in a grocery store!”

“Well, it’s not really a standard grocery store… What’s that anyway? Ginkgo Biloba… It sounds like some alien sex toy… Oh! Did I ever tell you about this little gadget they have on this planet where everybody is naked? I was with this adorable creature and….”

“Jack! It’s a natural herbal food supplement and we are here for Tosh, she always buys her dark tea from here. And yes you have definitely told me this story before.”

“Oh! And did I ever told you how much I love to squeeze your sexy back when you are holding me and I can smell your hot essence? In fact do you know what I’m thinking right now? Maybe we can go back into the store and…”

“Sorry sirs, but can I help you with anything?”

“Yes mam, I’m not certain if this product is the best choice for me. I have trouble with my stomach and if…”

Ianto looks at his boss with a smile whilst he has a conversation with the employee about the  many benefits of a stable diet. Jack always knows how to react, he’s never destabilized. He loves the way he flirts with him in public, how he makes him feel gorgeous, feel unique. He always wished that he was special and Jack Harkness makes him believe in that now. Ianto Jones is a happy person, he’s in love.

24 hours after

Ianto Jones has a gun. Two men stand in front of him. One is his lover, the other is his master. Ianto Jones has a choice to make and he doesn’t know what to do.

“Kill him! That’s an order!” Yells the man in black with frustration in his voice.

“Ianto, don’t… I know you’re not like this…” Says Jack in soft voice.

“Argh… You make me sick. You don’t know him, you don’t love him. You shag him yes, but you think about her when you are in his arms. Hours before you wanted to kill him, you condemned him to hell. No, it’s too late captain, he’s my toy now…” Declares the man triumphantly.

Ianto Jones doesn’t move, he’s like a porcelain doll exposed in an antique dealer store. This vision of a perfect and sinister antique toy terrifies Jack, makes him even more afraid at being a pawn in this cruel game.  

“No.” Whispers Ianto.

“What? It’s not fair! You have to obey me! You’re mine!” Shouts the man pounding the floor with his foot like a spoilt child.

Then, slowly Ianto’s arm raises and the gun is pointed to his own temple. His face is impassible, no emotion is even visible.

“I’m sorry sir,  but the game is over… I love you Jack…” Says Ianto looking into lover’s eyes.

“Nooooo!” Shout both men in front of him in the same instant.

When the sound of the gunshot breaks through the air, two bodies collapse to the ground. Ianto Jones looks as if he is smiling in the middle of the growing pool of blood. Beside him, a man with a perfect black suit lies there. But, something wrong, his body is flat, like an empty puppet.

In an old and empty theater a play is over. The curtains go down. Three men are on the stage. Only one is alive.

“Everything is gonna be all right… Everything is gonna be all right…”Repeats Jack like a promise, rocking Ianto’s body in his arms.

Six hours after

“He still in the coma. The medics don’t know what to say. He has no injuries, no sign of any gunshot. Jack, he just sleeps, but he doesn’t react. I’m so sorry…” Says Owen in a serious voice.

“He will wake up, he will…” Answers Jack calmly, his arms crossed over his torso, standing beside the hospital bed.

In a white room a member of Torchwood team stands in front of his teammate. A new game begins and there is only one player. Six hours ago, in another white room, another member of the team woke up with merely a profound sigh.

Epilogue

TBC

Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand - Part  3/?
Pairing: Jack/Ianto 
Rating: NC-17, dark, angst
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere in season 2
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Torchwood always save the day, but maybe not this times...
Summary chapter: In which way Jack know what happens to Ianto
Notes:  Ok, this is not a Christmas tales, this prompt didn't want to leave me alone, so I wrote it. And no I'm not insane, I'm only a teach.
Beta: The fabulous, brilliant, amazing and so talented just_being_me08

Prologue     part one    part two

You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand...

Part three

Jack Harkness wakes up with a profound moan. He is lying on the cold ground, surrounded by the darkness. There is a brief clap of hands along side a man’s laugh and the lights suddenly illuminate the room.

“Well done! I’m impressed, that was a brilliant performance!” Yells a tall man in front of him.

The man wears classic black suit, like he is presiding over a ceremony, Ianto standing by his side, a smile across his face, no longer injured. All around them, toys are spread across the floor, as if they are in a spoilt child’s room. Jack turns his head to glance around, eyeing the wax dolls, olds puppets, automatic clowns and rag dolls that are everywhere, looking at him.

“Who are you?” Asks Jack in hoarse voice.

“I am the puppet master.” Answers the man smiling in all his prestige.

“No offense, but it sounds like nothing to be afraid of.” Replies Jack with amusement, trying to stand up, pain written across his face.

“Captain, my beautiful Ianto was right, you are truly amazing for your kind! Perfect” Answers  the man with a cold glance before kissing Ianto so passionately.

The view of Ianto being kissed by this man gives Jack an unfamiliar feeling of nausea, an icy wave passing over him. He feels dirty, a mix of anger and sadness building insidiously inside him. This is a nightmare. I will wake up soon in Ianto’s arms; I will wake up soon, thinks Jack without really believing any of it.

“What have you done to him?! He’s not himself; the Ianto I know could never have done this to anyone, to his teammates.” Shouts Jack drily looking directly into Ianto’s cold and indifferent eyes.

“I gave him a choice. I spoke to his other side, the dark and powerful side that awoke at Canary Wharf, but which he refused to give life to. I have given him the right to live and a reason to be free.” Declares the man proudly, caresses Ianto’s face softly.

Then, in an instant the dolls, the puppets, all of the toys move slowly towards Ianto to be by his side, to almost cover him completely. Jack stares at the scene in horror, feeling the ground open under his feet, like he can’t breathe. He tries to scream his name, but just a primal groan escapes his lips. In the room, like thunder, the man’s laugh echoes everywhere.

12 hours before

“Ianto? Gwen? Where are you?!” Asks Jacks nervously into the comm. unit, running into the now dark alley.

Nobody answers him, a sudden and brutal panic sensation beginning to devour him inside. The door opens with a crash, as he enters the place without hesitation, knowing something is wrong. His team is in serious trouble.

“Jack, we put the weevils into the SUV, they will sleep for hours. Tosh and I are in the other side of the building. We will find them.” Says Owen with a trusting voice.

“Tosh, Owen, stick together, that’s an order. Never break communication. Be safe.” Orders Jack firmly.

As soon as he takes the next corridor, Ianto is standing in front him. His head is leaning forward, arms hanging at his side, face so pale.

“Ianto, are you all right? Where’s Gwen?” Asks Jack holding him tightly.

“It’s always her, it’s always been her. I’m a big idiot! I believed all your lies….. sir.” Whispers Ianto into Jack’s ear.

“What? What’s do you mean? What’s happening??” Asks Jack, so unsure about what is going on.

“Sir, I swear, a part of me loved you, but I killed it. I’m sorry Jack, the game…… it’s over.” Replies Ianto.

They face each other for a moment; their bodies close for a last dance, as if time has stopped. Tenderly, Ianto reaches up and kisses Jack’s lips, his hand caressing his neck.

“Jack, forgive me...” Begs Ianto as he knocks Jack’s head violently against the wall behind them.

Ianto Jones walks on through the corridors of this old and abandoned building. Behind him his lost lover lies motionless on the floor, but he doesn’t care anymore. A new desire burns inside him. Ianto wants to have fun and Gwen is the perfect victim.

12 hours after

“I don’t understand.... Why him?...” Asks Jack unable to tear his gaze from Ianto.

“Well, he was so young, so beautiful. I found so much anger, distress and suffering deep inside him, he was perfect. I just had to push him that little bit and he did the rest himself. Then, I saw you, felt you inside him. Oh, what a wonderful sensation...... and I saw her, Gwen, felt the jealousy.... it gave me all the power I needed! I knew that I had found new toys to play with! Captain, he did so well with her! And how he handled the others…..truly amazing!” Declares the man, eyes sparkling like a child.

“And why am I here?” Asks Jack, never breaking eye contact with Ianto who now looks at him with confused eyes.

“Why? Oh, captain, you are the most incredible doll I ever had! I have to repair all my other toys, but you, you are indestructible! All the games I can play thanks to you! So of course, I order my beautiful new toy to bring you here to me. ” Says the man with a joyous voice.

Beside the man, Ianto stands alone in the middle of the toys which begin to move in a sinister way around him. Something changes in his face, his smile falls. Increasingly, terror replaces the cold happiness he had before. His eyes locks onto Jack’s.

 “Jack... Help me....” Squeals Ianto with a broken voice, like a lost boy, looking right into Jack’s eyes.

“No! You are my toy now, you will listen to me!” Shouts the man angrily.

From nowhere, children’s music plays out into the room, Ianto collapsing to the ground like a puppet that has had his strings cut. Jack’s scream break the air.

TBC

Part four