Title: Christmas Wish
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: The Angel of Death comes home.
Disclaimer: Torchwood is ©2006-2009 British Broadcasting Service Wales (BBC Wales). Created by Russell T. Davies. Produced by Russell T. Davies and Julia Gardner. Doctor Who is ©1963-1989 British Broadcasting Service (BBC), ©1996 British Broadcasting Service (BBC), Universal Television, and Fox Network, and ©2005-2010 British Broadcasting Service Wales (BBC Wales). Copyrighted material is used without permission of the BBC with no intention of profit from the works contained herein.
Christmas Wish
Chatale, 12 December 20 Local Calendar (Upsilon Andromedae III, 4722.75 Million Solar Years)
The soft strands of The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy drifted through the flat. Following the sound of the now ancient music, he slipped through darkened rooms until he could lean a shoulder up against the doorframe to the lounge. He stood, concealed in the shadows, and watched Jack read by the light of the fire. He let his gaze drift over his lover. As always, Jack lay nude on the piled high pillows before the fireplace. Ianto licked his lips and savored the sight for several moments before crossing the room to kneel beside Jack. “You are a tempting sight,” he murmured. “All my holiday presents come early.”
“Chanukah or Christmas?” Jack retorted. He laid his book aside and smiled up at Ianto. “Or is this a different one I don’t know about?”
“Both,” Ianto bent and kissed Jack briefly. “Neither. Does it matter?”
“You’re tense.” Jack’s hand came up to cup his cheek in his palm. Ianto leant into the touch and sighed tiredly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Ianto rose and stripped off his own clothes. He closed his eyes for a moment and consciously relaxed. He arched his wings over his back before letting them settle behind him. Another sigh, this one of relief, slipped from him. He settled down beside Jack again and nodded to the book. “Read to me?”
“Ianto…”
Ianto stretched out alongside Jack and propped himself up on one arm. “I ran into a friend of yours. I didn’t appreciate what he said.” He reached out and traced a finger across Jack’s chest. “He doesn’t know you at all.”
“It’s done then?”
“It’s done.” He shifted and kissed Jack. Ianto glanced down at the book. He picked it up and placed it on a nearby table so the priceless antique wouldn’t accidently get kicked into the fireplace. “A Christmas Carol? Of all things to read…”
“I needed a distraction from the waiting.” Jack reached up and stroked his hands over the upper edge of Ianto’s wings. A deep purr came from the angel. He chuckled in response. “If I didn’t, I’d worry.”
“I’m the Angel of Death, Jack.” Ianto shifted to straddle his lover’s hips. He smirked and stroked a finger down Jack’s cheek. “As long as you exist so will I.”