Janto oneshots

Guns blazing

Lips met lips. Skin met skin. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon. He smelt of fresh linen and lust (if that could even be a scent). It was wonderful. Jack had been wanting to do this since the day he employed ianto... but something was wrong. Instead of relaxing like he should the Welshman suddenly tensed and pulled away. "What's wrong" jack murmured his lips still inches from ianto's. "My dad" the Welshman breathed against jack. "I thought your dad was dead" the captain replied quietly his voice not even above a murmur. Ianto nodded slowly "he is", and it was then that jack notice ianto had moved further away. There were tears in the welshman's wide eyes. Not the kind of tears you get with the pain of losing a parent. Terrified tears. Tears that came from trauma and fear embedded in you long ago. Tears you can only cry when the right trigger allows you too. The tears that, no matter how hard you try, you can't stop. "Ianto whats wrong?". The younger man could only shake his head as the hot salty river began to flow from his eyes.

Ianto was distantly aware of the arm that pulled him to safety as his legs failed him. He was vaguely aware of the fact he was being led to a sofa but he barely even noticed the fact that he was shaking nor the fact that he had spaced out. "Ianto..." the captain tried again, this time he got a response. "Sorry". It was happening again... this time in Ianto's mind.

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It was the night of his 16th birthday and he was getting ready for his party. His dad had appeared at his door just as he was finishing getting dressed. "Will we be meeting this girlfriend of yours then ianto?".
"Oh uh no dad he....SHES not coming"
He hadn't even meant to say it, he wasn't seeing a guy, he didn't even have a girlfriend that was some stupid idea his dad had got from rhiannon that ianto had gone along with because it was easier. The 'he' had slipped out as a joke, it was something he often said to his friends when they asked about a girlfriend. They knew he was joking... but Ianto's dad didn't. Before ianto knew it his dad was screaming like a mad man. "I DIDNT RAISE MY SON TO BE GAY !! YOU HEAR ME?". Ianto wasn't sure who his dad was talking too, it didn't matter. No matter how many times he told his dad it was an accident, that he was straight, that he'd never looked at a guy that way, his dad still insulted him. And then the scariest moment of his life took place. He found himself being dragged out the back door  and into his fathers shed. He had never been here before he'd never been aloud and now he saw why. It was filled with guns. Granted not guns used for killing actual people, his dad wasn't a murderer, they were for killing poultry ... but they could kill someone and for a horrible second ianto thought his dad might do just that. He felt the cold tip of the gun push up against his neck. He gulped. He felt sick. "You listen to me son...." his dad spat in a menacing tone "that may have been an accident but believe me if you EVER so much as kiss another man, this bullet in your head won't be an accident ... do you understand me". Ianto trembled not being able to talk. His dad looked terrifying, he was red as a hot coal and the veins on his neck seemed to pop viciously. "I said.... DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!" The last four words were bellowed by his father as the gun was pushed harder into his neck.

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But Ianto's dad is dead. He has been for years. He can't hurt him anymore. Ianto snapped back to reality taking one look at jacks concerned face before he grabbed the immortal by the braces and crashed their lips together. Ianto relaxed as the man's....yes MAN'S arms slid around his waist pulling him closer. Ianto hadn't thought that he'd ever feel safe again that night in the shed. But now? He doesn't think he's ever felt safer.