Wherein by curiouslyfic

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Title: wherein jack's long gone, ianto's asleep, and TARDIS has better things to do
Author: curiouslyfic
Genre: smexy angst
Rating: FRM
Summary: So much time has passed, and just when the memories had begun to fade... the Doctor realizes something frightening and crosses his own time line to bring lovers together one last time. Set on New Earth.
Status: complete
Warnings: telepathic sex, tentacle sex, masturbation
Comment or Excerpt from fic: While it has tentacle sex, this story is about the sweetest and most fantastic thing I have ever been gifted. It's heartbreaking and a lot less about tentacles and a lot more about Jack and Ianto.

Something rubbery rubs his temple, icks him with wetness in soft, sweet pets. He turns his face into it, more for comfort that anything else. Rough goings lately, Jack gone (again) and rift active, and he’s crashed hard into sleep he’s more than well-earned. There is nothing about Ianto Jones that might give this away, but he enjoys the petting he’s receiving more now, while he does not know what’s touching him, than he might once he does. Ianto Jones has learned not to ask anymore, the answers are never right.

Rec: Even to the Edge by zhian_tara

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Title: Even to the Edge
Author: zhian_tara
Genre: Um, slight angst I guess?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A routine operation almost ends disastrously, Jack wants to know exactly why Ianto's been taking so many risks, and Ianto's icy self-control finally snaps.
Status: Complete
Comment or Excerpt: So I literally read this, opened up my LJ client, and had to insta-rec this. It's *brilliant*! The show would never be able to deal with this particular issue as well as zhian_tara did in so few words. Plus, who wasn't at least a little turned on when Ianto and Jack were shouting at each other in "Cyberwoman"?



Jack’s never sounded quite so enraged, as the five members of the Torchwood team wearily traipse back into the Hub after what should have been a fairly simple alien neutralization and retrieval. Instead, it had become a terrifying illustration of how very near a person (namely, Jack) could come to dismemberment, and how horrifyingly immediate Ianto’s mortality very nearly could have been if Jack hadn’t had that microgrenade in his coat.

And now they are home, mostly safe, and Jack is radiating fury from every line of his body as the rest of the team draws back, leaving Jack and Ianto standing facing each other like duelists. It’s a confrontation Jack’s seen coming for a long time, because Ianto’s taking more and more risks out in the field and Jack spends too many nights awake when the thought that maybe Ianto’s deliberately trying to get himself killed ices his veins.