Title: The Angel of Death (12/?)

Author: Emma

Characters: Jack Harkness, others

Rating: Well, it's sure as heck no longer PG!

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: Far in the future, Jack meets someone he never expected to see again

Author's Note: I don’t know where this came from. I really don’t.

Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here; Part Five is here; Part Six is here; Part Seven is here; Part Eight is here Part Nine is here; Part Ten is here; Part Eleven is here

Jack reached for a towel as he stepped out of the shower. He preferred the feel of cotton to the most luxurious air dryer. Actually, before Ianto's arrival he wouldn't have even bothered with that, preferring to walk around in the nude until he was dry. Tosh had once joked that all she needed to do if she wanted to become fabulously wealthy was to release some of the hundreds of hours of footage she had of him wandering around the ship in his birthday suit. Jack had simply suggested that when she placed the ads instead of in his birthday suit she should say waving his tackle. It was the first time he had heard her laugh.

The servo had led them to the Shuttle docking bays. The area was patrolled by armed servos, and merchants from every spacefaring civilization were peacefully attending to their own interests. Like every other mercantile power, contemporary or historical, the Corporation made sure that business continued unimpeded, no matter how unsettled things were at home. Leah had clambered into her little shell, barely large enough for herself and her backpack, waved at them, and tore off into the darkness. They waited until she had passed the perimeter guards before climbing into their own shuttle and heading for the Toshiko.

Ianto had been quiet the whole trip. Jack got the feeling that he was trying to absorb everything he had learned. It wasn't the first time Jack had seen someone come face to face with the fact of Jack's immortality and the complicated emotional history that went with it. The only thing he could do was to give Ianto time to come to his own conclusions. When they docked, he had told Ianto that he wanted to take a shower and headed off to his own quarters.

He supposed it was time to find out the verdict.

Tosh? Where is Ianto?

Zero-g exercise room. Jack...

He heard the slight hesitation. What is it, Tosh?

I've been doing some research into suppressed memories. Sooner or later they force their way to the surface, but the process can be quite traumatic. Any attempt at influencing it can be a disaster.

What you're saying is that we need to let him recover his memories on his own? And that it can happen at any time, no matter how inconvenient?

Yes.

After this is all over I am going to have a conversation with the erstwhile Navigator Ll'nau. Thanks, Tosh.

He pulled on a pair of track pants and headed down to the ship's lowest level, where the exercise areas were. The Zero-g room was an indulgence, but he figured that, considering his possible lifespan, a few indulgences here and there wouldn't be held against him. A circular room with a twenty-foot ceiling, it could be entered from the ground or from an airlock halfway up. Walls, ceiling, and floor had been padded to prevent serious injury. It was meant to practice moving in zero gravity, and several holographic projectors could create realistic scenarios based on training needs. He wondered which one Ianto was using.

Entering through the airlock, he stood on the narrow ledge that prevented an inmediate fall. Ianto was not using any scenario. He was simply... flying. Sweeping and tumbling throughout the space as easily as if he had wings.

And he was nude.

Jack made a slight sound. It must have reached Ianto's ears, because he stopped in mid-tumble and turned to look in his direction. His face lit up. Grinning, he launched into a flat dive that ended a scant foot away from Jack.

“You move like an Angel,” Jack said. He could have smacked himself for the foolishness, but Ianto seemed to understand.

“They gave me everything but the wings,” he said. “Otherwise it would have compromised the design too much. But that's not important now, is it?”

Jack shook his head. He had known what would happen the moment he had seen Ianto. He had told Ai-Shi he could never deny Ianto anything, but the truth was that he couldn't deny himself either, not this, not Ianto. The fatalist in him knew that there was little chance Ianto could survive their mission, and even if he did, there was no certainty as to what would happen afterwards. If he was to lose Ianto either way, he wanted memories to hold on to later. If it was selfish of him, so be it.

He untied the knot at his waist and let the pants fall. He could see the sudden stillness in Ianto's body, the uncertainty in his eyes. It gave him back some of his confidence. Grinning, he threw himself off the ledge.

As he passed Ianto, Jack wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close. He expected at least some surprise on Ianto's part but instead he felt Ianto's legs tangle with his and Ianto's arms come around him. Control was simply taken from him as Ianto started to roll slowly, aiming for the hand holds on the far wall. The triumphant smile in Ianto's face made Jack's heart stutter and then, finally, he threw himself heart-first into love.

“You are too smug by half,” he whispered in Ianto's ear as he dropped his hands to Ianto's buttocks and pressed their groins together. He watched as Ianto's eyes went wide then closed, and he heard Ianto's breath hitch. “It's time I take you in hand.”

“Please, do,” Ianto tightened his arms a little. “In hand, in mouth, anyway you want. Please.”

“Kiss me.”

Ianto pressed his open mouth against his, and their tongues tangled. Jack reached out blindly and grabbed a handhold, swinging them around and propelling them upwards as the kiss went on and on. He could feel the waves of heat pouring off Ianto's skin. He started to undulate his hips, rubbing their cocks together. Ianto moaned deep in his throat and matched his rhythm.

Jack tore his lips away. “Ceiling.. coming up.”

Ianto buried his face into the crook of Jack's neck, sucking at the soft skin there while his hips kept up the movements. “Take care of it.”

“Hold me tight.”

Ianto wrapped his legs around Jack's hips. Jack waited until the ceiling was within reach and then used his hand to break their upwards movement, at the same time rotating them until they were nearly horizontal. “We could stay like this.”

“Uh-uh.” Ianto's voice was muffled against Jack's shoulder. “Need something to push against.”

Jack nearly swallowed his tongue as his mind was flooded with images. He was about to reach for his wrist strap when he realized that the gravity was increasing gently and they were being lowered to the floor. Tosh?

I'm not watching! Anymore. Ah... good night.

He heard Ianto giggle and realized he had heard the exchange. Tilting Ianto's chin up, Jack kissed him again, taking the time to acquaint himself with every inch of Ianto's mouth, Ianto copying every one of his moves. As they reached the floor he rolled again, putting Ianto underneath him. Ianto's hips hitched up slightly, opening his body with complete trust.

“Jack. Fuck me. Please.”

Jack shook his head. “Not now. We don't have any lube and I could really do some damage. Next time, in my bed... the things I'm going to do to you, Ianto Jones.” He started moving again. “Now... like this...”

They were too close for gentleness now. Their movements became frantic and their breaths came in desperate gasps. Jack felt every muscle on Ianto's body tense, Ianto's back arching as he fought to reach his orgasm. The sight was so familiar that his eyes filled with tears even as his body was following Ianto into climax.

After a while, Ianto shifted slightly, dropping his legs from Jack's waist. “I think we might have broken a record or two.”

Jack moved until they were on their sides, mouths nearly touching. He was sleepy, and he could see Ianto was in a similar condition. “You think?”

Ianto pushed at Jack's shoulder until Jack rolled on his back and he could drop his head on Jack's shoulder and wrap his leg around Jack's. It had always been Ianto's favorite way to sleep. Jack threaded his fingers through Ianto's hair. Just as they were dropping off, he heard Ianto whisper.

“Next time, we have to use the stopwatch.”