03 March 2011 @ 11:56 pm
The Queen's Magicians: Eternal Silences (Coda)  

Title: Eternal Silences (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: Someone is playing with life and death in Cardiff, and Doctor Owen Harper is fed up with it all
Author's Note: This is Meat. And it's nothing like it. Although there’s food involved….
Author's Note: The eternal silence of these infinite spaces fills me with dread. Blaise Pascal
Author's Note: The RPS is the Royal Protection Service

Story is here

“Jack Harkness!”

Jack looked up to see an irritated Ianto marching in through the library door, hand holding a sheaf of papers. He swallowed his chuckle and tried to look suitably chagrined.

“Did you see this?” Ianto demanded, shoving the papers under Jack's nose. “This is... this is....” He waved his arms around as words failed him.

“I know. But look at it from the RPS point of view. Most of their charges have already announced they'll be attending and now my cousins are descending en masse from Ireland and Scotland. And I can't not invite my own godmother, can't I? Even if I didn't love her, it wouldn't do to offend the White Lady of the Seelie Court.” He put down the book he had been reading. “And now King Gwynn has not-so-subtly hinted to Gwen that there should be a delegation from Annwfn. It seems logical to hold it at Dinas Bran.”

Ianto sighed. “I know it's tactically sound, Jack. It's just that...” He shook his head and plopped down on the floor next to Jack's armchair. “Never mind.”

Jack gripped Ianto's chin and tilted his head so they could see into each other's eyes . “Please tell me.”

“I know what you are and I love you as you are. Don't ever doubt that.” Ianto's hand wrapped around Jack's wrist. “It's just that... I'd forgotten who you are.” He saw Jack's confusion and sighed again. “Look, half-demon, spirit gate, brother to weevils, magician... that I can cope with. But you're a prince!” Jack looked utterly gobsmacked for a moment, then he roared with laughter. Ianto swatted his hand away, mortified. “I knew you would do that.”

Jack wiped his eyes with the hem of his t-shirt. “Ianto. I am not a prince. My grandfather was lord of a large holding, yes, and as laird he had some of the power of a King, but I was illegitimate and half-demon. My mother left me behind as soon as she could get up from childbed. For the first ten years of my life I slept on straw in a hermit's cell in a tiny island, and when my aunt died I was kicked out by my grandfather's soldiers, even though I had been granted the tower and lands in her will. Before they threw me into the ocean, they beat me half to death.” He saw the horror in Ianto's eyes. “The only reason I made it was that Mab happened to be riding by. Her warriors scared off the soldiers. She kept me a prisoner for five years, using me as a bargaining chip with the White Lady. The Unseelie Court wasn't a bad prison, as prisons go. Mab was not cruel and she wouldn't allow others to be. She had me educated properly. I was allowed to correspond with my godmother. It wasn't a terrible life.”

“How did you escape?'” Ianto asked.

“I didn't. The Doctor showed up one day. He and Mab closeted themselves in her study and when they came out I had been traded like a side of beef. I went to live with the Doctor and got myself yet another education and then on to Salamanca for University. I didn't return to the United Kingdoms until eighteen sixty nine. Travelled all over the world, spent time in Cashel with the descendants of my mother's youngest sister, worked with the Doctor. Then Torchwood came calling. The Doctor and I had a blazing row over it, but I joined. A few years later my Scottish relatives contacted me. They apologized and returned Hestan Island to me. And that's the whole story.”

Ianto felt shaken to the core. In a few minutes Jack had revealed more than he had in all the time he had known him – and yet he knew Jack was keeping the worst parts to himself. He reached up and caressed Jack's cheek gently. “I think there was a great deal more to it than that. And I am sorry I'm acting like such a prat. All I can say is that I love you and sometimes I look at myself and wonder what in the world your relatives will think of such a mesalliance.”

“You mean what would they think of the union between the Guardian's Heir and the Swordbearer? Or of Ianto and Jack?”

“Either. Both.”

“I happen to know that they consider the first one very suitable. And they really, really like the second one. Caoilfhionn says you'll keep me under control.”

Ianto's smile turned decidedly lascivious. “Do you want me to keep you under control?” His joke fell flat as Jack paled. “Jack. I wouldn't do anything... you know I wouldn't use...” He felt himself blush as his protestation stuttered to a halt, but he couldn't find the words to reassure Jack. If Jack didn't trust him.... panic grabbed at his throat. He jumped to this feet. “I'm going to go make some coffee...”

He hadn't even managed three steps before Jack's arms wrapped around him. “It's not you. I would trust you with my life. I have trusted you with my life. It's Yggdrasil. I hung on that tree for I don't know how long and I couldn't move.” Ianto felt moisture on his neck. “It hurt so much. Yggdrasil kept growing and twigs and branches went through me and all the time his pain was in my head, so much bigger than mine, and I couldn't escape it.” The last words came out in an agonized whisper. “I couldn't move.”

Ianto put his hands over Jack's and pulled them apart until he could turn around. Neither one of them was much of a romantic, and they often tended to show rather than tell, but this time he sensed Jack needed the words.

“My love. My dearest love. I have you safe.”

He led Jack to the bedroom, keeping one arm wrapped tightly around his waist. Jack leaned into him, letting him carry their weight. Ianto could feel the shivers running through Jack's body; he had never seen Jack so vulnerable. Part of him was terrified by it and part was elated. Jack trusted him enough to tell him about his past. Jack trusted him enough to let him see his weakness. A soft laugh bubbled out of him.

“What's so funny?”

Ianto squeezed Jack a little closer. “Not funny. More like... stupidly proud. Happy enough to dance a highland fling. I feel like shouting to the world that Jack Harkness loves me.”

Jack chuckled. “The world will clip you one in the ear for being thick.”

“Probably.” Ianto maneuvered Jack so he could pull down the duvet. “Come on. Get into bed.”

Jack stripped off his running pants and t-shirt before snuggling into the bed. He refused to wear any sort of pyjama to sleep, claiming it made him itchy, and insisted on Ianto being naked too, since Ianto's pyjamas would touch him. The first time Ianto was presented with the your pyjamas will make me itch hypothesis he had laughed so hard he had ended up with a case of the hiccoughs, but he had to admit he had come to love it. Not only did it feel sinfully delicious to cuddle his lover skin to skin, but he had discovered that Jack's body temperature was naturally high; it was like sleeping next to a furnace.

He undressed as rapidly as he could and slid in next to Jack. Propping himself up on one arm, he looked down at him. Jack's eyes had turned nearly violet with emotion, and Ianto could feel himself drowning. “That's what Homer meant.”


“When he called the Aegean the wine-dark sea. It's the color of your eyes right now.”

“My eyes are glowing red?”

Ianto smacked Jack on the arm. “You have no romance in your soul, do you?”

“Oooh,” Jack said in a surprised tone, “it's romance you want. You should have said something.” Lunging up, he grabbed Ianto by the shoulders and reversed their position. “Shall I compare thee to a summer's day,” he declaimed in the cheesiest radio announcer voice Ianto had ever heard.

“Just shut up already,” Ianto growled, hauling on Jack's head with both hands and pulling him down to press their mouths together. He felt Jack sigh and suddenly he wanted to show him all the tenderness and care he had missed. He opened his mouth and licked at Jack's lips with his tongue, teasing his way into Jack's mouth. He felt Jack's eagerness, but held him to a slow torturous pace, stroking a path down Jack's back to his buttocks, easing them apart and letting his fingertips feather softly across Jack's opening.

Jack tore his mouth away and buried his face in the curve of Ianto's neck. “God, Ianto.”

“Let me take care of you.” Ianto kissed Jack's temple. “Let me love you.”

Jack raised his head and looked at him, then rolled off to lay flat on his back. “Do with me as thou wilt.”

The old-fashioned phrasing shook Ianto to the core. He lifted himself to straddle Jack's hips. Taking Jack's arms, he positioned them fully extended upwards and outwards. He felt Jack move his legs to match the position of his arms, until he made a x on the bed. Ianto leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of Jack's head.

He began at Jack's hairline and worked his way down, inch by inch, brushing his lips across Jack's skin, pressing kisses, nipping and sucking gently. Every one of his senses was concentrated on Jack. Slowly he opened his dark Sense until he could perceive Jack whole. He could hear the thundering of Jack's heartbeat, smell his arousal, taste the coppery sweetness of his blood, human and yet not. Every touch of his fingertips on Jack's skin sent tiny bursts of energy racing along his own skin. He closed his eyes and let himself sink into the river of sensation, knowing Jack, letting Jack know him.

“Now, now, now.”

Jack's low chant pulled him back into reality. He found himself kneeling between Jack's legs, Jack's thighs wrapped over his. He cupped Jack's arse and lifted him. He had enough presence of mind to go slow. Fighting against Jack's unspoken demand, he pushed in inch by inch until he was buried to the root, then started ro rock, barely moving. Jack's breathing sounded like sobbing; Ianto could feel him reaching desperately for release. Reaching down, he wrapped his fingers around Jack's cock and stroking lightly. Jack arched, breath exploding out of his long in a long, low whine, and he erupted over Ianto's fingers. The sight sent Ianto over the edge, and he convulsed, pouring himself into Jack. Suddenly weak, he slid down to rest on Jack's chest.

“Ianto, Ianto, Ianto.” The soft whisper caressed his cheek. “Thank you.”

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bethmccombs[personal profile] bethmccombs on March 4th, 2011 06:17 am (UTC)
*giggles at suddenly overwhelmed Ianto* Poor Ianto -reality of Jack just dawned on him - but I really had to fan myself by the end. Woah, nelly was that nice...

Oh, and ain't they the King's Magician's now? *smile*
Merucha[personal profile] merucha on March 5th, 2011 12:24 am (UTC)
*blush* thank you.

And yes, it will be... except that people get confused, so...
milady_dragon[personal profile] milady_dragon on March 4th, 2011 12:28 pm (UTC)
Poor Ianto...finally coming face-to-face what it means to be Jack's betrothed. His reaction was funny, until Jack told him the truth about himself...that really was sad, what Jack had had to go through.

The end though, was just plain wonderful.
Merucha[personal profile] merucha on March 5th, 2011 12:25 am (UTC)
Thank you! I think he's still kind of coming to grips with what he's become and the circles he's moving in :D
rhianona: Captain Jack[personal profile] rhianona on March 4th, 2011 02:56 pm (UTC)
It's kind of nice to see that despite the solid-seeming nature of their relationship, there is still uncertainty and still aspects of Jack's life that Ianto doesn't know. There is a sense of realism there, that Ianto doesn't know everything about Jack and that Jack isn't aware of all Ianto's insecurities... and of course, that they can comfort each other is nicely done as well.
Merucha[personal profile] merucha on March 5th, 2011 12:26 am (UTC)
Thank you! I do think that even when people love each other there are parts of themselves that it's hard to reveal, so these two are working their way through it slowly!
http://fide_et_spe.livejournal.com/[identity profile] fide_et_spe.livejournal.com on March 4th, 2011 11:11 pm (UTC)
Lovely coda. I could read a proper length story about your Jack and Ianto, such a rich and sweet and interesting story.
Merucha[personal profile] merucha on March 5th, 2011 12:26 am (UTC)
Thank you! Actually, you might, in the sense that after I finish season two I might launch in mid-air with original stuff...
cen_sceal: Flirt![personal profile] cen_sceal on March 11th, 2011 12:09 am (UTC)
Oh, how did I miss this? I can't even point to my favourite part, there's so much to choose from. I really enjoy the banter between the two, even when they're realising that there's more to each other than they knew. I've got a soft spot for an insecure Ianto, but oh, Jack!

And to top it all off, smoking hot smut, I love this update
Merucha[personal profile] merucha on March 11th, 2011 02:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you! They are slowly melding into a couple, aren't they?