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dru_evilistaIanto shifted on the couch, trying to ignore the urge to pull farther away from Owen and Jack. Despite him self, he was feeling more relaxed. His lovers had gone to lengths to make him happy and safe. Owen had made a late breakfast, and hadn’t acted upset when Ianto could barely do more than nibble. Jack had started in with the touches, soft and fleeting until he convinced Ianto that just touching his lovers wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Even O.C. had gotten in on the act, allowing itself to be hooked up to the television, and playing a marathon session of Ianto’s favorite movies.
It was nice. It didn’t change anything of course, but I was a little easier for Ianto to forget what had happened, like a vague bad dream. He was pretty sure Owen had slipped something in his drink.
So he sat on the couch, allowing his lovers to coddle him, discreetly brushing their fingers over his leg, or leaning against his shoulder. He was sure if he was less twitchy about letting them touch him, they'd be rubbing his feet and back, and other parts too. Right now he was just too tired, and too scared think about his new found ability. He settled for shielding himself.
Instead he tried to focus solely on the movie while Jack and Owen sat, shoulders brushing against him, on the couch, They would lean across him, smacking each other playfully as they bickered and joked.
"Oh please! I'm not Buttercup, you are!"
"No, no I think you're much more Buttercup like. I'm more...Inigo Montoya."
Ianto gave them screen an arched eyebrow. "You'd better not be calling me Buttercup."
Owen grinned wickedly. "I don't know....I think it might fit."
"Why you little!" Ianto growled, smacking him on the arm.
Owen grinned widely, and pushed him self up off the couch. "Even without super hearing, Jack’s stomach is interrupting the movie. I'm gonna get started on supper.” Owen snorted and kissed Ianto and Jack before wandering into the kitchen. “Look at me, I’m turning into a housewife!”
Ianto snickered and tentatively stretched out across Owen's vacated, warm spot, putting his head in Jack's lap. He sighed slightly as he relaxed, eyes closed.
Jack lightly stroked his hair and Ianto hummed contentedly.
They stayed like that relaxed, listening to Owen bang about in the kitchen, competing with the noise from the television. At first Ianto didn't react to the gentle brush across his mind. He'd gotten used to it long ago with Jack, and he just brushed back lightly, engrossed in the movie.
He felt it again, and responded, sending faint amusement to his lover. It was like a friendly game. When a flicker of concern, masked by lust, was sent back to Ianto, exactly what was happening sunk in. Ianto’s eyes flew open as he scrambled across the couch, falling off the side and crawling back till his back hit the wall.
"Ianto?" Jack asked tentatively, looking guilty and worried.
"You! I- Oh god! Jack what were you thinking?!" Ianto was hyperventilating, feeling panic rising. His shields slammed up, and the world wavered around him. He gasped, unable to breathe. Trees started to superimpose themselves over the room, and shadows covered the place where Jack had been.
“No! no no no no!” Ianto squeezed his eyes shut, continuing to chant as he covered his head with his arms.
The shadow surged forward, and Ianto screamed.
Suddenly the dog appeared and clamped around his, dragging him down into the forest, like a snapping rubber band.
---
Owen came running at the raised voices, and saw Ianto huddled in the corner. He swore and tossed the dishtowel he had been holding aside. “What the hell Jack?!”
Jack shook his head wide eyed, and took a step closer to Ianto. Ianto screamed and collapsed, landing in an unconscious sprawl, like a puppet with cut strings. Owen shoved passed Jack.
"SHIT! Ianto?! Ianto!" Owen dropped down next to Ianto and started examining him franticly. He squinted trying to focus his small amount of psychic power, on getting Ianto's shields down so he could see what was wrong. He couldn’t feel anything. Nothing. He tried using the trick Ianto had taught them over a month ago, a back door of sorts, to get past the Guide’s mental shields. Ianto had been afraid he might zone out during meditations. Owen felt the shield start to melt away, and pushed harder, trying to get inside Ianto’s mind to find out what was wrong.
The attack happened so fast that Owen never really realized what happened.
It was like slamming into a brick wall, or rather, a brick wall slamming into him, far worse then that first time Ianto had gotten overwhelmed and shoved them, worse then the migraines he'd been having. Pain flooded though his nervous system, erupting like flames licking though every inch of his body. Vaguely he heard himself screaming. He tasted blood, then everything exploded into red.
Even O.C. had gotten in on the act, allowing itself to be hooked up to the television, and playing a marathon session of Ianto’s favorite movies.
It was nice. It didn’t change anything of course, but I was a little easier for Ianto to forget what had happened, like a vague bad dream. He was pretty sure Owen had slipped something in his drink.
So he sat on the couch, allowing his lovers to coddle him, discreetly brushing their fingers over his leg, or leaning against his shoulder. He was sure if he was less twitchy about letting them touch him, they'd be rubbing his feet and back, and other parts too. Right now he was just too tired, and too scared think about his new found ability. He settled for shielding himself.
Instead he tried to focus solely on the movie while Jack and Owen sat, shoulders brushing against him, on the couch, They would lean across him, smacking each other playfully as they bickered and joked.
"Oh please! I'm not Buttercup, you are!"
"No, no I think you're much more Buttercup like. I'm more...Inigo Montoya."
Ianto gave them screen an arched eyebrow. "You'd better not be calling me Buttercup."
Owen grinned wickedly. "I don't know....I think it might fit."
"Why you little!" Ianto growled, smacking him on the arm.
Owen grinned widely, and pushed him self up off the couch. "Even without super hearing, Jack’s stomach is interrupting the movie. I'm gonna get started on supper.” Owen snorted and kissed Ianto and Jack before wandering into the kitchen. “Look at me, I’m turning into a housewife!”
Ianto snickered and tentatively stretched out across Owen's vacated, warm spot, putting his head in Jack's lap. He sighed slightly as he relaxed, eyes closed.
Jack lightly stroked his hair and Ianto hummed contentedly.
They stayed like that relaxed, listening to Owen bang about in the kitchen, competing with the noise from the television. At first Ianto didn't react to the gentle brush across his mind. He'd gotten used to it long ago with Jack, and he just brushed back lightly, engrossed in the movie.
He felt it again, and responded, sending faint amusement to his lover. It was like a friendly game. When a flicker of concern, masked by lust, was sent back to Ianto, exactly what was happening sunk in. Ianto’s eyes flew open as he scrambled across the couch, falling off the side and crawling back till his back hit the wall.
"Ianto?" Jack asked tentatively, looking guilty and worried.
"You! I- Oh god! Jack what were you thinking?!" Ianto was hyperventilating, feeling panic rising. His shields slammed up, and the world wavered around him. He gasped, unable to breathe. Trees started to superimpose themselves over the room, and shadows covered the place where Jack had been.
“No! no no no no!” Ianto squeezed his eyes shut, continuing to chant as he covered his head with his arms.
The shadow surged forward, and Ianto screamed.
Suddenly the dog appeared and clamped around his, dragging him down into the forest, like a snapping rubber band.
---
Owen came running at the raised voices, and saw Ianto huddled in the corner. He swore and tossed the dishtowel he had been holding aside. “What the hell Jack?!”
Jack shook his head wide eyed, and took a step closer to Ianto. Ianto screamed and collapsed, landing in an unconscious sprawl, like a puppet with cut strings. Owen shoved passed Jack.
"SHIT! Ianto?! Ianto!" Owen dropped down next to Ianto and started examining him franticly. He squinted trying to focus his small amount of psychic power, on getting Ianto's shields down so he could see what was wrong. He couldn’t feel anything. Nothing. He tried using the trick Ianto had taught them over a month ago, a back door of sorts, to get past the Guide’s mental shields. Ianto had been afraid he might zone out during meditations. Owen felt the shield start to melt away, and pushed harder, trying to get inside Ianto’s mind to find out what was wrong.
The attack happened so fast that Owen never really realized what happened.
It was like slamming into a brick wall, or rather, a brick wall slamming into him, far worse then that first time Ianto had gotten overwhelmed and shoved them, worse then the migraines he'd been having. Pain flooded though his nervous system, erupting like flames licking though every inch of his body. Vaguely he heard himself screaming. He tasted blood, then everything exploded into red.
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Date: Thursday, August 27th, 2009 04:07 am (UTC)O_O
YOU CAN'T END IT THERE!!!!
*screams incoherently*
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Date: Thursday, August 27th, 2009 09:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Thursday, August 27th, 2009 11:05 am (UTC)