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Bedroom Factotum	By : RowenRaven Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 4859 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 with out saying a word.

When Jack came swaggering 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 51^st 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 you”, 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 then pleasant reunion into a real nightmare. When Jack introduced 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.” That caught the 51^st 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 check up, 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 the future, Jack was always caught up in the past. However the Welshman was surprised when Jack admitted that he wouldn't changed 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 allowed himself to believe he had a place among those Jack has loved through the ages. Further more Ianto was static 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 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 masked 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 Jones walked through the cog wheel of Torchwood three she brought with her the ghost of The Doctor. Jack hadn't uttered the Time Lord's tittle for months, not since his return from his travels with him. That had made Ianto believe the 51^st 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 has 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 some one 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.” Ianto doesn't have to clarify which 'him' he is referring to, Jack knows it all to 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 Ianto'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.
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