Title: End of Days: Coda
Author: Emma
Characters: Canonical Torchwood Three members… sort of.
Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work.
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Summary: The battle for the future of Earth has begun
Author’s Note: *deep breath* ok, here we go. I think this might be the deal breaker for some of you. The thing is, I have remarkably conflicted feelings about this episode. I liked the general arc of the story, but the whole multiple-betrayal thing felt forced. Even with Manger playing with everyone’s head, some people are more hard-headed than others! And then there was Gwen bouncing between Jack and Rhys until I was ready to tear off her head. So this is…. very different.
Author's Note: Told you there was a coda!

Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here

“Stand still.”

Jack's shoulders twitched as the soapy flannel rubbed lightly down his spine to make circles over one buttock and then the other. “It tickles,” he complained. “Do it harder.”

“You always want it harder,” Ianto whispered in Jack's ear as he brought the cloth around to rub Jack's stomach right above the groin. “And harder, and harder...”

“Ianto,” Jack moaned. “Please!”

Ianto dropped the pretence with the flannel and wrapped his arms around Jack, pressing his erection into Jack's buttocks. “Like this?”

“Any way you want it!”

“Brace yourself.”

The implied promise sent a shiver through Jack. He pressed the palms of his hands against the tile, arching his back, offering himself to his lover, then dropped his head in submission. He had come to crave the feeling of giving himself over to Ianto, of releasing his will and letting Ianto take the lead, to have Ianto's hands shape him, mold him, knowing that each touch of those clever fingers was a declaration and a vow on Ianto's part.

He waited for what felt like an eternity until Ianto's lube-slicked fingers breached him. He moaned and opened his legs a little wider. Ianto chuckled, pressing even deeper, gently working Jack's muscles.

“Like that,” the lovely Welsh voice crooned in Jack's ear. “Open. Waiting for me.”

Jack pushed back against Ianto's hand, trying to impale himself on Ianto's fingers, but Ianto would not allow it. Withdrawing his hand, he positioned himself at Jack's entrance and pressed in until he was deeply seated. Jack arched and twisted until he could reach Ianto's mouth. The kiss went on and on while they held themselves still, savoring the connection but not needing to do more. Ianto's hands roamed over Jack's torso, stroking his nipples, following the hard line of his abdominal muscles, circling around the belly button and then finally, finally, threading through Jack's pubic hair to reach his erection.

They had played this game before, and Jack was more than willing to follow Ianto's lead. He held himself still while Ianto's fingertips ghosted delicately over his penis and scrotum, letting the need build until they were both shivering. Then, as Ianto's wrapped his hand around Jack and stroked firmly, they gave in and moved. Too wound up to take the slow road, they pounded together until they erupted.

They sagged against the shower tile, gasping for air. Jack gave a small moan of disappointment when Ianto withdrew, but disappointment turned to pleasure when he felt the hot water massage his body. When it stopped, he looked back over his shoulder to see Ianto putting the shower head back on its holder.

“Give me that.”

“Jack, you must be tired...”

“Not too tired to care for you.”

He washed Ianto with the same thoroughness Ianto had shown him, and to much the same effect. Grinning, he backed Ianto into a corner and put a hand on either side of his head, trapping him in place.

“So...”

“The others will be here soon, Jack.”

“They'll wait.”

“And take the piss afterward.”

Jack shrugged, the grin never leaving his face. He closed the space between them until it felt to Ianto as if every inch of their skin were touching. Sighing, Ianto slid his arms around Jack's waist to press him even closer and rubbed against him like a cat asking to be petted. Jack chuckled and used one hand to hold their erections together.

“You love this, don't you?”

Ianto's only answer was to lick at Jack's lips. Jack waited until he had established a pattern – left corner, right corner, upper lip, lower lip, upper lip again – and at the next pass opened his mouth and sucked Ianto's tongue in.

Ianto moaned and shifted his head, deepening the kiss. Their tongues tangled as they began thrusting gently, just a small tipping of hips, letting the fire build slowly until their muscles quivered from the effort to hold back. Each thrust, each stroke, brought them closer. At last Ianto couldn't stand it any longer and he wrapped his hand over Jack's and squeezed, twisting his wrist slightly.

“God, Ianto!”

Ianto felt Jack spurt into their joined hands. A second squeeze, a third, and he came too, throwing his head back, moaning deep in his throat.

“You're perfect for me,” Jack growled. “Perfect.”

Ianto blinked back tears. Sometimes the intensity of his feelings for Jack terrified him. Knowing that Jack wanted it, wanted him, made everything that had happened before worthwhile. He dropped his head on Jack's shoulder. “And you for me, cariad. Forever.”

They washed and dried each other, trying very hard to behave themselves but not always succeeding. Finally, Ianto put some distance between them, ignoring Jack's pout, and managed to get himself dressed.

“I like you like that,” Jack said. “You look very sexy in sweat pants and a t-shirt.”

Ianto gave him an amused eye-roll. “I thought you liked me in suits.”

“I love you in suits,” Jack agreed promptly. “And in sweat pants and in pajamas and best of all naked. I really, really, really like you naked.”

Ianto snorted. “Well, you can't have me naked right now. Come one, let's go upstairs. Everyone should be here soon and I'd much rather not...” A high-pitched ululation coming from the direction of the rift engines made him wince. “What the hell?”

“No. He can't ask it of me. Not now.”

The despair in Jack's voice terrified Ianto. As the sound repeated, louder and sharper, somehow more insistent, he reached for Jack's hand and found it ice cold. “What is it, Jack? What's wrong?”

“Did you ever wonder why Myfanwy didn't help us against Abbadon?”

“To be honest, I didn't have much time to think. I was too bloody terrified. But now, yes, I do wonder. She's completely loyal to you...” He brought Jack's hand to his lips, trying to warm him up. “Tell me, Jack.”

“There's someone who commands her highest loyalty.”

“The Doctor,” Ianto guessed.

Jack nodded. “He is the Guardian, standing in place of the King. Myfanwy is the symbol of what he guards.”

“During the fight, Gwen called me the Guardian's Heir.”

“You are. Someday, when he... leaves... you will take his place. But...” The sound repeated again, this time sharp enough to hurt their ears. “Come on. She won't stop until I answer.”

Ianto ran after Jack, heart thudding. Something was happening, something that had sent Jack, who feared neither fae nor demon, into a bone-shaking terror, and Ianto felt the world slipping from his grasp once again.

He skidded to a stop as he entered the main area of the Hub. The room appeared ten times as large as he knew it to be. Myfanwy crouched in the middle of the vast expanse, her huge head swinging from side to side. Beside her stood the Doctor and his companion, Martha. The Doctor looked exhausted, and it was obvious to Ianto that Martha was discreetly holding him up.

“Doctor?”

“I'm sorry, Jack. I'm so sorry.”

Jack started to say something, then thought better of it. He turned to Ianto, and the Welshman saw the love and regret in his eyes.

“I have to go.”

Ianto fought down his own terror. “We can be ready in fifteen minutes.”

The Doctor shook his head. “You cannot go.”

Ianto stepped to Jack's side, slightly behind and to the left, slipping into his squire role. “He is my liege lord.”

“And you are my Heir.” He doctor sighed. “If something goes wrong, you will be the only one left to take charge.”

“Of what, for the Land's sake? I wouldn't know what to do!”

“You will. When I am dead, the Knowledge will transfer to you, and may the Land have mercy on you.” The Doctor swayed slightly, and clutched at Martha's hand to steady himself. “People like us, Ianto Jones, we do what we do for Its sake. For the Land and the King.” He pulled himself up until he was standing very straight. “I make you a promise. If he doesn't come back, neither do I. Both, or none.”

“That is supposed to reassure me?” Ianto raised his hand to cut off the flow of words he was sure would follow. He took Jack's hand and tangled their fingers together. “Come back to me, cariad.”

Jack raised their joined hands to his lips. “My word on it. I have something to come back for, this time.”

Ianto put that little phrase away for later examination, and gave Myfanwy a pat on the nose. He was sure that the dragon's answering snuffle was her own attempt at reassurance, and under other circumstances, it would have made him laugh. He stepped back, watching as Jack stood close to the Doctor and placed a hand on Myfanwy's neck The air around the small group began to sparkle, the light intensifying until he had to close his eyes. When he opened them again, he was alone.

He didn't know how long he stood there, just breathing, trying to adjust to the world without Jack's presence. He did not move until he heard the cog door open and the others come in, laughing, their arms full of packages.

“Hey, Ianto, we found some of that sausage you love so much,” Owen said. “And Tosh still had a couple of bottles of Jack's favorite ale. Speaking of which, where is he?”

“He had to... go somewhere.” Ianto noticed Andy's whitening face and made a mental note to talk to him later, alone. “He told me to tell you he expects to find everything in working order when he gets back.”

Gwen touched his arm gently. “And when will that be, Ianto?”

He pulled her into a hug. “I don't know, love. I don't know.”