Only Coffee Lakes Can Tell (10/10)
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gabe1990Title: Only the Coffee Lakes Can Tell
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Genre: Romance/Spiritual
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17 (T - M)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto (mainly). Mild Doctor/Rose, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Owen, Ianto/Lisa
Warnings: Forbidden love. Angst. Slave!Jack. God!Ianto. Abuse. Hurt/Comfort.
Summary: It could never last, they both knew it, but that didn't seem to stop either of them.
Chapter 10: All for You
“You know, no one’s making you do this Ianto…” Rose said carefully, watching the God gaze down at the book that was spread open on his bed sheets. It had taken them awhile to get everything together and now they were ready – but Ianto looked worried, and it wasn’t safe to perform this without full and complete certainty. It was too dangerous.
Ianto sighed shakily, running his hand through his hair. “Are you sure this will work?”
“I’m certain. After all, I helped right it,” Donna assured, dropping into a chair and crossing her legs, “Now if you actually want this to happen this month, you better hurry up. You don’t have much time left.”
He met Donna’s gaze for a moment and nodded slowly in acceptance. His eyebrows furrowed when he dipped his head to re-read the inscription once again.
“Don’t push him,” Rose scolded, “He has to be sure about this.”
“I am sure,” Ianto insisted. He inhaled shakily and curled his hands into fists, “Right, here it goes…”
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Jack huffed in relief as he dropped one of the crates onto the ever-growing pile just off the back of the truck. It had taken him a few days for Jack to fully get his head together, to sort himself out and make him self more presentable for the public eye. With no qualifications or much knowledge of 21st Century Earth, he couldn’t exactly get a well paying job, but the off-license around the corner was nice enough to pass his name and number (it had been a new adventure trying to work how to use a mobile phone) to their shipping company. Apparently, they could always use a help in hand on deliveries and Jack was more than willing to offer his assistant, even for the minimum wage per hour.
That had been nearly a month ago. Now, he had a vast understanding of how much work humans had to go on a day to day base.
As he heaved another crate off the truck, he silently promised that he would never take for granted his work of a servant when he was a Child of God. He dropped the box on top of another one and shifted it into a more stable position, before he rose his arms above his head and stretched, sighing when he heard the satisfying click of his joints.
“Excuse me, um, does a man called Jack Harkness work here?”
Jack’s ears twitched at the voice. The familiar, wonderful, welsh lit voice. All the breath left him in a hurry. He could hear the loud thumping of his heart as the blood rushed past. No, it couldn’t be…he’s mind was playing tricks on him. It had to be. Ianto couldn’t really be here, now, at a shipping company headquarters.
It wasn’t possible!
Still, he had to be sure. He had to check, for he knew there was a small part of him that desperately clung to the idea that he would see his love again, that they could be together, no matter what logic said. He swallowed and, only slightly just in case he was wrong, inclined his head over his shoulder.
Everything seemed to melt away. He couldn’t hear anything, expect him. He couldn’t see anything, except him. He was really there. Ianto, God of Drink, who had been banned from seeing him, was on Earth and looking for him. He was still wearing his customary suit with that red silk shirt that Jack thought made the man even more deliciously gorgeous than he was before. He didn’t even realised he had been holding his breath until the strain on his lungs became too much and he inhaled shuddering. He assumed whoever he was talking to – Iain, he thought vaguely – had given him directions because the brunet smiled gratefully and turned to continue up the slope, towards him. He paused in his step, his eyes wide with disbelief and glee, when he saw Jack standing there. Ianto smiled widely at him and, after a moment’s hesitation, Jack grinned.
“Hi…” he greeted awkwardly, when they were standing a few inches apart.
Ianto chuckled. “Hello Jack…”
“I…how are you here? I thought you were…Tosh said…” he trailed off, not knowing what to say.
He cleared his throat, nodding. “Yes, um, it’s kind of complicated to explain. Rose and Donna gave me a way to see you again – well, actually it’s more than that – to be with you. I, uh, don’t quite know all the fundamentals of it but what I do know is that I’m here to stay, permanently.”
Jack tried not to look too hopeful. He wasn’t sure whether he would be able to cope if it wasn’t true. “…Really?”
Ianto reached out and grasped Jack’s hand, tugging them closer. Jack moved willingly, keeping his eyes tilted upwards to look Ianto in the eye, searching for any sign of doubt or misconception. He found none. Their foreheads rested together and both closed their eyes fleetingly at the contact.
“Really, really…” Ianto whispered honestly.
Jack nudged their noses together and, after a wavering moment, claimed the lips for his own. He moaned on contact. God, he tasted exactly how he remembered him to be, like coffee and chocolate and cinnamon. Nothing tasted better to him. He clung tightly to the man’s shoulders and seemed to try with all his might to force one body into the other, just so they could be just that little bit closer. He didn’t want to know how the ban was lifted, to be honest he didn’t care. All he cared about is the fact that Ianto was with him, would be with him forever.
With Ianto here, his punishment wouldn’t really be a punishment. No, it was like a dream come true. No interfering Gods and Goddess, no gossiping Children of God, no status to worry about. Just the two of them, Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones, are all eternity.
-
Lisa’s scream of frustration could be heard echoing through the corridors from miles around. Rose and Donna shared an amused look and the Doctor looked at them, almost exasperated. He knew that look well. Sometimes, for the sake of his mental wellbeing, he regretted ever introducing the blond and the redhead to each other. Together, they were a deadly pair.
“Rose, Donna, what did you do?” he asked firmly.
He didn’t buy the picture of innocence they gave him.
“Nothing, Doctor,” Donna struggled to keep a straight face.
Rose flitted over to her husband, carefully dropping into his lap and resting her hand on his chest, one in the hair at the base of his neck. She pouted playfully. “No really, Doctor, don’t you trust us?”
“No,” he admitted, “That’s the problem.”
No less than a second later, the doors to the lounging area swung open, cracking against the wall beside them soundly. Lisa stood in the centre of the large archway, her face a picture of fury. Her eyes scanned over all the shocked patrons before finally landing on the three senior Gods. She stormed towards them, her finger pointing accusingly.
“You!” she hissed, “I know you had something to do with this!”
The Doctor arched an eyebrow. “And what exactly did we do, may I ask?”
“Ianto Jones and Jack bloody Harkness! They’re together, right now!”
“What are you talking about?” The Doctor looked confused.
“Take a look,” Lisa demanded.
Calling on the power he was gifted with, the Doctor did exactly that. The clouds parted automatically and the vortex stared back at the room. He peered through time and landed on present time Wales, zeroing in on the house he had personally made sure that Jack Harkness was resigning in. He let out a bark of laughter.
Ianto lay curled up against Jack’s side in his double bed, both naked and uncovered. Their chests heaved as they tried to even out their breathing, and cum dried slowly on their stomachs, though neither seemed to care at that moment. The sheets had been kicked the floor, adding to the mass of clothes that had been carelessly spread across the room.
“You see! They’re together! I’m sure you remember well that two sentences were past during the last court hearing, one that stripped Jack of his position of Child of God and sent him to Earth, and another that banned…”
“That banned Ianto from having any contact with Jack, I know,” The Doctor answered coldly.
Lisa straightened up and folded her arms across her chest. “Then why don’t you go something about it? He broke a sacred decree – he has to be punished!”
The Doctor shook his head, and continued to watch the couple.
She huffed. “Fine, I guess I have to do it myself.”
“Oh no you don’t, Mother Nature,” Donna stopped her in her tracks.
“You can’t touch him,” Rose added.
“Oh yeah?” Lisa turned stand-offish towards the two Goddess, “And why is that?”
“Because our laws only apply to Gods and Goddess, I’m sure you’re aware,” Rose smiled icily.
“Yeah so?”
“Take a closer look at them,” Donna strolled towards the vision of time and cocked her head, “Now tell me, which one of them looks like a God?”
“Well obviously, it’s…” she paused, her eyes widened. “No, no, it can’t be…” She stomped across the room and stood directly in front of the picture of the couple. She turned violently on her heel, “Why hasn’t Ianto got his aura?”
“It’s gone, he removed it, just for Jack,” Donna continued.
“Ianto Jones is human now, you can’t touch him,” Rose said each word with happiness.
“But…how? Why?” Lisa took a step back.
“He loved him,” The Doctor answered simply, “That was enough.”
‘Good luck Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness. May your future be bright…’
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