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RPG 01 : Jack's Return 
23rd-Dec-2007 12:22 pm
RPG 01: Jack's Return

Rating: Adult (warnings for sexual scenes and explicit nature)

Summary: To celebrate season 2 returning to our screens, a new RPG has been opened. This RP will follow the first season faithfully, but will deviate from the second. This is a parallel version of season 2 of Torchwood.

Notes: Same sex pairing between Jack/Ianto - sexual scenes. I will endevour to keep these notes up-to-date as the RP progresses.

Characters: All characters are being played by me. I have a good idea of how I view this RP progressing, so auditions are closed temporarily. Until I get these damn characters out of my brain. I feel like I'm having multi-personalities taking over, and its very strange. But I'm also enjoying it immensely. If interest in RP picks up, I'll start something else up. Promise!

Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to Russell and the BBC.
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23rd-Dec-2007 06:09 pm (UTC)
Oh. My. God.

I share a glance with Owen and Tosh. They remain seated as the man in the great coat strides through the Hub. They call out to him, waiting for an answer. I don't wait.

I move.

I'm out of my chair and around my desk, trying to catch up with him.

"Jack!" I stop in the doorway of his office. "God, I thought you'd been abducted..."
26th-Dec-2007 01:47 am (UTC)
I walk straight past them, to my desk and sit down as if nothing has happened. Owen is being frosty with me, but Tosh and Gwen are interested in finding out what happened to me.

I mull over what I'm going to tell them. What to say ... It's been three months since I left them. God knows what they've been through and what missions they've undertaken on their own.

I smile at them. Owen loudly announces the fact that I've arrived whilst the others come up to my desk. Gwen immediately moves to confront me, Tosh following her. Both women standing before me, expecting answers.

Answers I haven't got.

What can I tell them? What would they accept? I willingly left them to fight alone for three months. Nothing can take the pain from being abandoned, even if it felt like I had no choice at the time.

I do the only thing I can. I stand up and hug Gwen and Tosh to me, a girl under each arm. Whether they were resisting at first, I didn't care. It just felt good to hold them, to know I was home again.

I glance over at Owen. He's just sitting at his desk, scowling. I know he'll come around, but it will take time and patience.

After hugging the two women closely, I release them and sit back down at my desk. I gesture for them to sit down, and think carefully about what I'm going to tell them.

I decide to be truthful. I owe them no less than blunt honesty, and I'm definitely not the type to beg for forgiveness.

I smile at them sheepishly. For a moment, I can't believe it's been so long. God, I've missed them. If only they knew how much ....

"I could tell you a thousand times how sorry I am about leaving the team for this amount of time. It was my choice. I wasn't abducted or experimented on. I left of my own free will. I was driven to find answers - answers to why I can't die. I needed to understand why I've been given this ... immortality ..."

I suck in a deep breath. This is actually harder than I thought it would be. I'm in danger of becoming a grovelling wreck on the floor begging them to forgive me. Not good for my reputation at all.

"... The only person capable of giving me any answers returned to Cardiff. I seized the moment and went to him, travelled with him for a short time. Then I came back to process the information he gave me."

What was the use of telling them I had been watching over them since I returned from my travels with The Doctor? Even though I hadn't technically been around for months, I'd been lingering. A dark angel watching over the beloved flock. Compelled by a need to be near them, but not ready to return until I had accepted my own fate - that it was all an accident in time. My own immortality had been a freakish mistake, not some grand design I wasn't aware of. It was meaningless. A fake existence. The irony of that had been eating me up.

The truth was there were no answers. No grand scheme led by a higher power. I had quested for answers hoping for something to confirm my own existence. I had come to the awful conclusion, like millions of mortals around the world, that there was no destiny. The Doctor hadn't chosen me from the pit of the dying to save the world. I had been fooling myself with some grand masterplan. Telling everyone that existence was futile whilst desperately seeking the alternative.

What a fool I'd been. Then, I start. There's someone missing ...

"Where's Ianto?"

The sudden absence is startling. I hadn't noticed him missing, but now a form of dread settled over me. He's more than likely escaped into the kitchen at the sight of me, which I wouldn't blame him for doing. I have to make things right with him, and this will only happen over time.

Rather than give away the fact I've been watching them secretly, I decide to leave the explanations for now. I've given up much more than I ever intended. "How's everything been going? Tell me everything ..."
12th-Jan-2008 12:47 pm (UTC)
I saw Jack the moment he walked into the hub.

He casually strode right up to his desk and sat down. As if nothing had happened.

Swallowing hard, I backtracked into the kitchen. Breathless and fighting emotion, I needed a few moments to compose myself. Jack was back after leaving us to fight alone for months. I had no idea how to react.

Inside, I felt hurt and angry. I wanted to punch him. Breathing deeply, I steadied my conflicting feelings, and walked back out to join the others.

Standing at the back, not wishing to get too close, I watched the discussion with my arms folded. He nodded towards me, to acknowledge he had seen me. I didn't return the acknowledgement - merely stood, fully contained and seemingly emotionless. A mask I'd been perfecting for many years.
12th-Jan-2008 12:57 pm (UTC)
"Things have been the same, Jack. We've had a few cases - a young girl possessed by a Iaton which we completed within a week. The girl is fine, the Iatron destroyed."

I take a deep breath. I turn to look at Ianto, then back to Jack. Jack noticed the exchange, the fear in Ianto's eyes momentarily.

Gulping back my own tears, I watched as Ianto shifted uneasily. "There have been several Weevils captured in the main Cardiff area. More have been spotted in the surrounding counties. We've been fighting to contain them, but there are many more than we can cope with."

I edged to Jack's desk and switched on his computer. Logging into the Torchwood Interface, I drew up a map of Cardiff and the surrounding areas. "The incidents have been marked on the map with a series of red dots. These have substantially increased within the last few months, due to activity within the Rift."

Jack nodded grimly.

"There have also been several accounts from the public regarding a strange apparition seen by the bay. We've just started to look into this, but the investigation is in the early stages."

I'm breathless. It's easier to focus on my work than deal with the feelings caused by Jack's absence.
12th-Jan-2008 01:04 pm (UTC)
I switch off my machine and head over to the others, reluctantly.

What's the point in yelling at Jack? Chances are, he'd fire and retcon me within the hour. Let's face it, he's done it before.

I feel a prickle of anger rushing through me. Damn Jack. I had gotten used to being the leader of this outfit, and I enjoyed it too.

"Body composition of the apparation - twenty percent water, fourty percent carbon neutral gases, fourty percent green ooze that can't be identified. I've taken samples of this stuff, but I can tell you one thing - it's not from this world."

Jack looked carefully at the sample I produced. A small greenish clump on a slide. It looked like something Ianto had blown onto his handkerchief. Gross.
13th-Jan-2008 01:01 pm (UTC)
Don't tell him anything! I beg Tosh silently with my eyes. It's obvious she's having trouble keeping our discussions secret.

Ever since that fateful evening when we all had a team bonding session at Gwen's apartment. It had happened during Jack's absence. Over pizza and beer, Tosh had revealed about Jack and another Jack. She hadn't meant to spill Jack's secrets, but I had immediately bristled.

It had come about when we discussed the most beautiful things we had ever seen. Tosh had innocently described Jack kissing a soldier from the 1940's, and dancing with him in a slow lover-like fashion.

After that night we'd talked for ages about this - and Tosh had asked me not to tell Jack that I knew about his affair with the 1940's soldier. She had known that Jack and I had been sleeping together, and she didn't wish to hurt what we had together.

But it was too late for that. The seeds of doubt had been sown in my mind. Jack seemed to be incapable of monogamy - something I needed desperately. The hurt at the thought of him kissing someone else as he kissed me was truly horrific.

Yet, he had come back self-contained, as always, his ego intact. He had been sleeping with me as if nothing had happened. I knew nothing of this until Tosh had accidentally revealed the details.

I wondered whether he ever meant to tell me, or if this was something he was doing all the time. He disappeared with The Doctor for three months, who knows what was happening during that time.

It became painfully clear that we were both from different worlds. I can't go back to sleeping with him as if nothing has happened.

Recounting the details of the missions, the team are now occupying Jack's attentions. I slip away and head down to the basement.

The room in which Lisa was killed had been cleaned and all traces of the cyber conversion unit had been taken away and destroyed. However, the room held many memories for me - and this was the place I came often to think and get away from the stresses of the Hub.

Sitting on the cold stoney floor, oblivious to the damp soaking slowly through my suit pants, I couldn't shake the image of Jack kissing another man from my mind.

Then I see the shadow moving at the back of the room.
13th-Jan-2008 01:58 pm (UTC)
"Ianto Jones, good to see you."

I step into the meager light of the small and disturbingly damp room and see shock written on the young man's handsome face.

"Well done on such a good job. There was just one problem. Captain Jack Harkness killed my God."

Ianto has risen to his feet, looking distressed and angry. His hands are clenched into fists by his side, and his breathing is erratic. Calm down, boy! Don't give yourself a heart attack. What use would you be to me then?

"You know how I feel. He killed something you loved deeply. In fact, it's becoming quite the trademark of his, don't you agree?"

Ianto looks close to collapse. His eyes are widening, his body shaking. But it's not me he's truly angry with, and I can use that.

"Think about it, Ianto Jones. I haven't finished with you yet. Not at all. He's a dangerous man to be around, if you haven't noticed. Not just in danger of losing your heart, you may lose your life."

I step forward and give Ianto a small card with my name and number on it. "Don't say anything, my boy. Just think about it."

After placing the card into his shaking hand, I disappear into time, away from this poor boy.
13th-Jan-2008 02:03 pm (UTC)
I still can't believe the nerve of that man. Demon. Time creature. Whatever he is.

I look at the card placed in my hand, and crush it in my fist.

How dare he come back and make assumptions that I'm easy game for a revenge plot?

But his words keep flooding my mind with a sense of dread that I can't keep out. Well chosen, they were. Those words have made me feel vulnerable and angry.

Placing the crumpled card in my pocket, I leave the basement and head up to the Hub. I try and keep myself occupied on various menial tasks, ignoring the pounding in my chest and the bile rising in my throat.
13th-Jan-2008 02:11 pm (UTC)
I didn't really think Jack would be able to identify the green ooze on sight, but it was worth a try. He just shrugged and handed the slide straight back to me.

After my report, I feel a little less on edge. Leaving my desk, I go to the toilet and sit on the lid for a while, thinking about everything.

This is all such a head fuck. Jack returning and suddenly, he's the leader again! Doesn't he realise I've been holding this ship together for months without him?

My head in my hands, I fail to notice the shadow appear.

Then I realise he's standing there, in the cubicle, right above me. Has he come to kill me? Go ahead! Try it, Manger. I'm not gonna be put down easily.
13th-Jan-2008 02:16 pm (UTC)
"Doctor Owen Harper. How good to see you again."

There isn't much room in the cubicle. Owen is ready to attack me so I hold out both my hands in submission. That poor boy is also headed for a nervous breakdown.

"No need to say or do anything, Doctor Harper. I'm here just to give you my card. In case you decide to come and see me."

Owen is shaking his head angrily, and I calmly shake my head. "Don't you find it frustrating, Doctor Harper? You were in charge, the leader. Now your boss has returned like nothing happened. Taken the reigns back without so much as a word of acknowledgement as to what you did for months after he left. Such a shame. You were such a good leader."

I phaze out of this time slowly, letting him see me disappear and his eyes widen.

"Think about it, Doctor Harper. You have been usurped by an outsider. Someone who shouldn't have come back."
17th-Jan-2008 09:17 pm (UTC)
Tosh and Gwen seemed reluctant to leave my side, probably fearing I'd disappear again.

After a few reassurances and even a kiss or two, the women returned to their desks.

Logging on to the Torchwood database, I read through my messages. A lot has happened in the last three months. Emails flowing between the team as they sort out everything that has come out of the rift.

Suddenly, a knock on the office door. Owen.

"Come in." I wave Owen into the room, and watch as he sheepishly closes the door after himself, and sits down in front of me.

The look on his face is deadly serious.

"What is it?"
17th-Jan-2008 09:21 pm (UTC)
I'm fiddling with a pen, very uncomfortable. Billis may have got a handle on my feelings, but he's totally misjudged my loyalty.

"Billis Manger. The guy's just been here, at the hub. He's asked me to turn against you."

Jack's face betrays a flicker of unease, then returns to the cocksure smile I know covers all his feelings and emotions.
17th-Jan-2008 09:26 pm (UTC)
Billis Manger.

A name I'd hoped not to hear again for a while.

What was he doing at the Hub? Technically, he could get in anytime he wanted, but what was the point?

Slowly, I turn my head to glance out of the window; watching the girls at their desks, and Ianto shuffling around the Hub. He seems disquieted, nervous. Not himself.

My suspicians are highly aroused. He looks up momentarily, and glances at me. Our eyes meet.

In that instant I realise Billis has appeared to Ianto too. His eyes lower in shame, and he continues his tasks, unwilling to look up again.

"Keep this between us for now, Owen." I ask, my voice stern. "We'll see how this play's out."
17th-Jan-2008 09:30 pm (UTC)
I noticed the look Jack gave Ianto, but I didn't mention it.

Instead I left Jack's office and returned to my desk. Chewing on a pen, I let the day drift by.

I'm not in the mood to work after all this shit. Besides, I have a horrible sneaking suspicion that Billis is watching us from somewhere we can't see. Maybe it's just paranoia.

I collect all my most confidential files together, and put them in the safe - blocking the keypad with my shoulders. If Billis is watching, then nothing is safe.
17th-Jan-2008 09:32 pm (UTC)
Owen looks disturbed.

Something isn't right, but I can't put my finger on the problem. It's annoying me, but I let the feeling pass and carry on with some maintenance on the Torchwood system.
17th-Jan-2008 09:37 pm (UTC)
The day drifts by. At one point when Jack is in his office talking to Owen, he turns to glance at me in a suspicious manner. Still reeling from the conversation with Billis, I carry on with my daily tasks, brooding.

At the end of the day, I walk to Jack's office and knock politely on the door. I have Billis' card in my hand.

At Jack's curt "Come in," I enter the room. Jack gestures to the seat before him, and I sit in response.

"Jack, I had a visitor this afternoon."
17th-Jan-2008 09:45 pm (UTC)
I take the card from Ianto's hand and look at the details.

"Why didn't you come see me when this happened, straight away?" I ask.

Ianto shrugs, looking uncomfortable.

He mumbles something.

"Speak louder." I ask.

For half a minute I'm stunned by his words. So stunned, I can't remember his exact dialogue. I didn't expect him to come clean about his resentment about me disappearing, but he had been confused and unsure about approaching me. In a rush of words he explained everything he felt - his sadness about my absence, his discoveries of me kissing everything that had a pulse. It was not shame I saw written on his face, but confusion and dismay. He was totally confused about his feelings for me, and admitted in a small voice that I had been his first male lover.

"Ianto, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like that - and given a second chance, I'd take you with me."

I lean across the table and take his hand, which is cold and clammy, and wrap my fingers around his.

"As for Billis, he's appeared to Owen too. Try to forget it. I'll take care of him if he shows up again."

I squeeze Ianto's hand gently.

"Why don't we start off on a clean slate? I'm not a player, and I have been faithful before - we just never got together as a couple. Give me a chance."
18th-Feb-2008 11:24 pm (UTC)
I try to smile. The sides of my mouth curl upward.

It's not as hard as I thought it was going to be. Just been a long time since I did it last.

I like the feel of Jack's fingers entwined with mine. His words slip through me like silk, touching every nerve. Setting me on fire. The way his fingers are rubbing mine, gently, testing the water.

Electricity between us. That same pulsing desire that I had for Lisa, only magnified tenfold.

My reserve is slipping, and it's been so long since I had him to myself. He was my last lover, of course. Although it had been playful before, without any commitment or ties. Just sex. Good sex. But, just sex.

Now, what is flowing between us seems much more than just sex. I don't know what to say, how to convey what it is, exactly, I'm feeling here.

I only know I want him. A primal instinct, gaining power with every second.

My eyes locked to his.
19th-Feb-2008 12:11 am (UTC)
I could watch Ianto forever. I love his reticent manner, even though he's practically screaming for me. His face is infused with heat, his body on fire.

I can feel the waves of desire crashing over my desk.

I release his hand gently and stand up, moving around the desk to his side. He's sitting down still, mouth slightly ajar, as I sit on top of the desk looking down at him with a smile.

Reaching forward, my hand weaves around his neck, drawing him forward. My forehead meets his.

We sit for a moment, forehead's touching, the moment bittersweet. After everything we've seen and done, these moments are the ones we remember. A moment of clarity, and love, and togetherness.

It doesn't last long though. My body is aching for him too, and leaning down further, my lips meet his.

A soft sigh escapes him, turning into a relieved moan. He tastes of coffee, warm and moist, fond memories returning to me of previous kisses we've shared.

Our lips move against each other softly. Savouring our first kiss in a long time, and then his tongue brushes my mouth.

And that's when I lose myself in him. My tongue pushing past his teeth and into the rich depths of warmth and familiarity. He moans into my mouth again, my tongue vibrating with the sudden sound.

Tracing his teeth with my tongue, I find his own tongue darting against mine eagerly. We duel for a moment, then I pull him up to a standing position in my arms. My mouth never leaves his, and now he's towering over me.

Still sitting on the desk, I wind my legs around his back and pull his groin to mine. He's hard, painfully hard, against his suit trousers. My hard on elicits another gasp from him as I grind us together. Separated by the material of our clothes, but feeling everything through the layers we kiss more desperately now.

He pushes me roughly down against the desk, papers spilling around me and two pens rolling onto the floor. His hands are shaking as he runs both his hands down my body, caressing me beneath my trousers, and then kissing me wantonly, desperately.

I let him lead, allowing him to leave my mouth and kiss my chin and then my throat. I missed this too. Ianto's sucking is legendary. Leaving small marks on my neck, he's looking down at me now - eyes trailing over my body, looking at the dishevelled clothes with a slight irritation.

Unhooking my belt, he opens my fly with a fluid motion that he's done many times before. I struggle out of my pants, letting them fall at my feet, and watching as he mouths my cock beneath my underwear. There's a damp patch where he's nuzzling at me, brushing his forehead against me, inhaling my smell with half-closed eyes and moaning my name.

"Jack. Oh God. Jack."

Then he's tearing off my underwear with animal passion, sucking me into him until I fill his mouth - and now it's me who's gasping. Calling out Ianto's name, swearing at the sudden ferocity of his need, shamelessly bucking at him from below - my ass grasped by his strong hands and pulling me closer to him.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the movement of my cock in Ianto's mouth. As I said before, a Master of Sucking, his tongue circles the head and tastes every inch of the shaft.

I feel him sobbing against me, and pull him up. His eyes are wild and wet with tears, his face flushed. I turn him around gently, spooning against him from behind, and lean him against the desk.

His hands splay out, knocking some unimportant desk items onto the floor. I unbuckle his belt, and pull down his pants and underwear together, feeling the soft down on his legs as I rub my face against the tickly hairs.

"Step out of your pants, Ianto." I order, and he obeys with a small sob of pleasure, each shaking foot lifting so I can push his clothes away. I stand, tracing his legs with my fingers, my hands cupping his ass gently.

"I want to see you, Jack." Ianto trembles, and I turn him around gently.

"Lie down." My voice is soft. Ianto follows the order, lying on his back, looking up at me with complete trust and devotion.

This is what I came back for. This is what I missed. The musty smell of sex, the soft longing in his eyes. To know he needed me as much as I needed him.
19th-Feb-2008 12:38 am (UTC)
I feel safe. Safe and loved.

This is shattering, my whole need for him - it's too much.

Taking each leg gently and reverently, he places both on his shoulders. He's smiling at me, a warm smile, and my heart's breaking with my love for him.

Reaching between us, Jack curls his hand around my length and starts an easy rythmn, which quickly builds until he's pumping hard against me. He wants me to cum hard and fast, and I'm past all decorum, hands flying to my face.

I'm bumping relentlessly against his desk, groaning in pleasure as the end nears, my hands reaching out wildly for something, anything, to grab hold of.

Nothing there but pens and papers being crushed in my grip. I'm held by Jack, and he's my anchor as a powerful surge rips through my whole frame. I shudder, the orgasm overtaking me for a moment, and Jack is holding me firmly. His body soaking up each shudder and whimper and moan.

I look at him, his eyes glazed with need. Watch him as he coats his own cock with my semen. Wet and glistening with my own seed, he stands proudly before me - his cock ready for me. "Are you ready, Ianto?"

Am I ready? I've been waiting months for this moment! I nod, not capable of making any noise more than a whimper.

When he pushes, I feel every nerve on fire again. Relaxing, I allow him inside. It's slow, and deliberate and delicious. Pushing into me until I'm filled, and he's panting above me. Face flushed beautifully.

Leaning over me, Jack starts to pump into me, his cock slapping my prostate purposefully as my cock jumps to attention against his persistant thrusts.

His desk shudders against the force of Jack fucking me, filling me. Time and time again he moves out roughly, only to thrust in fully. Each time I feel him coming closer to his own release, watch his face grimace with the effort, his cock pulses unbearably inside me.

He's close, I can tell. Mischeviously, I tighten my anal muscles around his quivering cock and feel him buck against me and groan as he starts to shake and tremble and come.

His breath is ragged, and he's watching me intently - chest heaving with the last wave of orgasm.

Collapsing on top of me, I feel his shallow breathing against my chest. I close my eyes.

No feeling in the world is better than this union, this act of love. Sticky and relaxed and spent, we stay there for a moment - our breathing the only sounds in the office.

Jack stands up, helping me to my feet. Shedding my shirt and tie in a lazy and contented way, he guides me to the manhole cover he calls home. I climb down into his small room, and get into the bed quickly. It's cold in the hub tonight, and I wait for the soft warmth of Jack spooning behind me.
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