Premier Rencard - Ianto/Jack (english sort of version)VII

VII Into nigthmare

His body repeated himself to wake up, muscles as contracted as stones or pilars of his so small shiny life, but his mind was still fascinating by the scene.
It was composed of true video flashback from the hub, just after Jack's return. Some of strange and dreadfull sexe scenes interrupted time to time his visions. It was like being in a plane you can't control, your skeleton just feeling each low pressure as the beginning of the end. Like being in a roller tycoon which never stopped.
Videos and sexe scenes had the same characters : he and she, Gwen and Jack. A thousand punches invaded his soul , he would desired to escape of this fascinating jail : he and she. Weren't they beautifuls, two soul mates contemplating to one another ? Ianto could feel how sexy Gwen was, how cute, clever, extravagant and funny. Black long hair, lively expression, body shape, nice...well voluptuous breast, long legs. He followed his proper glance at her with increasing bitterness. Something touched his chest several times and he felt like a ghost in Jack's mind. The way Ianto had just notice Gwen Coopper -Williams beauty was the way Jack 's feelings and desires.
Maybe if Lisa wasn't so close to his painfull heart, he would feel sexe attraction for her. Would he ?
Voices came to his ears, Jack and Gwen ones. Some others echoes from people he knew were there too. Jack and Gwen were talking about a ring, engagement, Rhys asked : ancient control videos from the hub – things he shoudn't have seen for his best but he saw its. Jack, his Jack was a lyer : he said he came back for him... He swear the same to her.

Suddenly, he saw Jack 's lips on her mouth, sweet red into sweet red, a savage and torrid kiss containing all love and energy he could give to someone else. Ianto 's body got a reaction as if he was Jack and Gwen at the same time ! LOve and jalousy in the same second.
Strongs and possesives arms pulled her into a corner , with passion. Eyes to eyes, nothing else existed all around. Gwen eyes burned like thunder fires, consuming like a panthere would devour his prey, Jack's face. She stared at him, so did he, as two warriors at the beginning of a boxe round. Out of breath, unchained by desire and love, hesitation stopped theirs mouvements for few seconds. Pain ? Guilty ? Duty ?
His breath should have been cut by this idea but amazingly his chest seemed to be free now, more air, more life. He felt a strong force coming from adoration energy disturbing his mind and body, catching him back to life, away from jalousy and nightmares. He understand despear too.
Open his eyes, slowly, Ianto Jones saw Jack 's eyes, sad and passionnate expression on his face as if winter would have change the heroe into a frozen statue – His tender lips just had lived his own mouth...