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The Breaking - Chapter Ten

The Breaking - Chapter Ten
Author: Milady Dragon
Artist: Madbottoms
Beta: Totally4ryo
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Toshiko/Kathy, pre-Alice Carter/Patrick Delaware, Martha Jones/Tom Milligan
Warnings: Language, Violence, Child Endangerment, Temporary Character Death
Spoilers: Up through S3, "Children of Earth".
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better...and so I rewrite it so it might make more sense.
Author's note:  This is the "The Breaking", the Dragon-Verse rewrite of "Children of Earth".  I have changed the date to reflect the fact that school doesn't start in Great Britain until September, and not the original airing date.  This was written for the Long Live Ianto Big Bang Round Two.

A/N2:  This chapter gets upped in rating, because the boys wanted to have some fun, which they didn't get in the original episodes.  There were no beans involved but I don't think they much cared!

SummaryThe Fae are watching.  The children are chanting.  Can Torchwood stop the end of the world?

17 September 2009

Day Three

It was very early in the morning, and sharp blue eyes, slitted like a cat’s, stared down from the roof of the Millennium Centre at the unmarked black van that was sitting in a small car park on Bute Street.

The dragon knew who was in that van. He and Jack had been watching it ever since they’d seen it on CCTV footage of the area, and it hadn’t moved in the nearly eight hours since it had been spotted. The fancy aerial on the roof of the van gave it away as a surveillance vehicle.

They might have left them alone, because it was fairly obvious they weren’t getting any more intelligence from the Hub. They’d been able to plan getting Owen, Deborah, and Toshiko out of the Hub and to Ddraig Llyn using the main phone line for the Hub and it had gone off without a hitch, even with all the bloody equipment Owen had felt he’d needed to take with them. They’d managed to smuggle everything to a warehouse where it would be less noticeable if a lorry showed up and started loading things up and Johnny Davies and John Ellis had arrived right on time. Together they managed to get everything into the lorry in record time, and after one more small argument from Toshiko about leaving them alone their team had gotten on the road just after full dark.

But if Ianto heard one more joke about being the team’s pack horse from Owen, he was going to show him just how hot a dragon’s flame could be.

The game changer though had been when Kathy had called to inform them that she’d had the MI5 agent who had come to try to enlist her help arrested. There had been a bit of cursing from her, but she’d sounded quite pleased with herself. Besides, if one had been taken out of the action, why not take out a few more?

This was why the dragon was perched on the roof of the Millennium Centre, waiting for Jack to make his appearance.

He caught movement to his left; turning, he saw Jack striding along the road, illuminated by the lamp posts, his greatcoat flapping the slight breeze, and a jaunty step to his movements that made the dragon smile. He recalled the look on Jack’s face when they’d decided to do this; but then they were both tired of simply reacting to whatever was going on around them. Now they could act, and their team wouldn’t be in danger when it got back to whoever was giving the orders that this team had lost contact. That was bound to cause a stir, and Jack was expecting an attempted assault on the Hub.

Still, they’d get one blow in. And, hopefully these agents would have information they could use.

When Jack got close to the van, the dragon took flight.

His mate happened to look up, and waved to Ianto as he passed overhead. The dragon didn’t have a lot of altitude, but then he really didn’t need all that much to make his own move.

The whole weight of the dragon landed on the roof of the van, crushing the fancy aerial.

The vehicle, though, didn’t have the reinforced body and suspension that the Torchwood SUV did. The van actually slammed into the ground, all four tires blowing out and the distinct sound of metal groaning and then breaking under the dragon echoed over the near-empty street. The van’s roof crumpled under the dragon’s claws, and Ianto had to hold on to avoid being lurched about as it began to collapse.

He could make out muffled cursing from within the van, and as if ejected from the barrel of a weapon three black-clad agents leapt out of the now-totalled vehicle. They were met by a grinning Jack, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets, ignoring the guns that had appeared in their hands.

The dragon thought his mate looked every inch the hero, and suddenly couldn’t wait to get him alone.

“I think you might wanna drop those guns, boys,” Jack said, sounding happier than he’d been since this entire thing began.   “I don’t think my companion here would like it very much if you shot me.” He pointed toward the wrecked van.

The dragon gave them a glimpse of every tooth he had, all sharp and ready to do some damage.

Ianto couldn’t help it; he was enjoying himself as much as Jack was. “I’m very hungry, and you three look like a decent snack,” he rumbled, flicking his tongue out to lick his muzzle.

All three of the agents immediately dropped their weapons. One of them actually fainted.

It was a good morning.

“Now,” Jack went on, bringing three sets of handcuffs out of his coat pocket, “I think we all know how this goes, don’t we? Hands behind your backs…well, except for the smart one on the ground. He showed really good sense in passing out, I think.”

“We’re with MI5,” one of the men exclaimed as Jack stepped forward. “We’re on surveillance duty –“

“Yes, I know,” Jack said. “Since we’re the ones you’re currently surveilling.” He looked up at Ianto. “Is that actually a word?”

“I don’t think so,” the dragon chuckled. One of the other agents went even paler at the sound.

“We take our orders from the government,” the first agent snapped.

“Yeah, see…you’re dealing with Torchwood,” Jack answered sharply. “We’ve above the government. So, really, we can do anything with you we choose. And my dragon friend here is hungry. He missed his virgin sacrifice last night.”

“I gave up virgins for Lent, Captain,” the dragon joined in the teasing.

“Do dragons even observe Lent? And I thought it was near the beginning of the year!”

“It was. But I never started up again, because virgins are so hard to find anymore. I really do miss the days when I could find virgins in every village.” The dragon leaned forward, sniffing them as if he could really tell by smell that someone was still a virgin. “Are any of you gentlemen untouched? I do wish to taste virgin flesh once more.”

He wanted to laugh as both men looked at each other, and then back at him, perched on their demolished surveillance van, which was still creaking under Ianto’s weight. Almost in unison they had their hands behind their backs, and Jack was snapping the cuffs on. Jack had them down on their knees and had finished restraining the one already on the ground before he gave Ianto another look. “You wanna give me a hand getting them to the cells?”

The dragon winked, and then he was changing shape, his human form crouched on the torn-up van roof. With a graceful flip he landed onto the pavement. “Your wish is my command,” he said, giving Jack an exaggerated bow and ignoring the shocked looks on their prisoners’ faces. “Shall I also call Kathy and have her tow this mess to impound?” Kathy would be more than happy to collect the wreckage and hold it for them to pick up later. There was no way this vehicle was going back to MI5. After all, they owed Toshiko for sending her up to Ddraig Llyn.

“Might not be a bad idea,” Jack answered. “I’d hate for someone to find it and steal any of the top secret equipment inside. After all, it would be terrible if that got into the wrong hands.”

Ianto quickly bundled up the fainted agent, tossing him casually over one shoulder. “Let’s show our guests their new accommodations, and I’ll let Kathy know she needs to come and collect some trash.”

Jack picked up the abandoned guns and slipped them into his pockets. “Lead the way,” he said, waving Ianto forward.

Ianto couldn’t help but smile. That had been fun, even if he wouldn’t admit that to anyone else.


“So, gentlemen,” Jack said, looking through the tempered plastic of the cell wall, where their prisoners were busily glaring at him, “I hope we can foster a sense of cooperation here. As in, I don’t feed you to the big, bad dragon…and in exchange you tell me what you know about what’s going on.”

Ianto didn’t think they were going to cooperate. These were highly trained operatives, and wouldn’t give anything away, even under threat of being his dinner. Still, Ianto stood next to his mate, giving the men within the cell his best manic smile. He let his eyes flicker into their natural state, and the man who’d fainted licked his own lips nervously.

The thing was, as much as Ianto hated the idea of being feared, in this circumstance it was for the best. This situation was serious, and they really needed to know what they were going up against. Yes, it was obvious MI5 was involved, and they were fairly certain this went up to John Frobisher and that UNIT in some way had its own fingers in this particular pie. But until they had actual, certain intelligence they were almost stuck. All they really knew was that it had to do with the children chanting and for some strange reason none of them wanted the experts on the job and where, in fact, trying desperately to keep them out.

“They’ll know we’re off grid,” one of the agents – their obvious leader – said haughtily. “They’ll send someone to look for us.”

“Yes, but they don’t know where you are,” Jack pointed out. “They’ll know we have you, but they’ll have no way of getting in here to get you out. No, I’m sorry, but you’re here for as long as I say so.” Jack considered for a second. “No, I’m not actually sorry.”

“You should also know that your Agent Johnson is currently cooling her heels in a police cell,” Ianto added. “Unfortunately for her, Cardiff’s police have been really busy lately and…well, she may accidentally be ‘misfiled’ for a while.” He smiled again. “This is what you get for coming into our town and messing with our people.”

“Cardiff is our city,” Jack said. “And we don’t take kindly for government assholes coming in and acting like they know what’s best. Your orders were obviously to take Torchwood out of the picture, and that’s something we can’t allow. Now, you’re gonna sit back and enjoy your new digs until we see fit to let you go…if ever. You’re so deep under Cardiff right now no one would be able to find you.” He leaned closer, smirking. “I also think we should introduce you to your neighbour.” He moved back. “Mister Jones, would you mind doing the honours?”

“Not at all, Captain Harkness.”

They’d put them in the cell next to Janet’s, and it took only a few moments to get their resident Weevil on her chain and calmed down enough to be taken out of her own cell. Janet shuffled out at Ianto’s command, and then squatted as she sniffed toward her new ‘roommates’. The man who’d fainted stepped back with a gasp; the one who’d been speaking to them – taunting them, really – swallowed convulsively. The third wouldn’t look at the Weevil beyond some shifty eye movements.

“While I admit she’s not as scary as a dragon,” Jack said, “she’s infinitely more dangerous. At least the dragon will warn you before he eats you.” He made the gesture to return her to her cell.

Janet hissed at them for good measure as she was pulled back by Ianto’s grip on her chain.   She settled back into her cell easily, used to having humans – and human-shaped dragons – handling her.

“So you see,” Jack said, sounding like he was enjoying the lecture, “there’s a lot more going on in this world than what you believe. We’re not alone, gentlemen, and Torchwood knows how to handle things. Now, I know you don’t have all the facts, but I think you can share a few things with me. We’re only here to help, and your interference has hindered that. All we want to know is who sent you, and what you were told about this operation. You’re keeping us from doing our jobs, and we don’t like that.”

The three men stayed silent.

“Yeah, thought so.” Jack spun on his heel, glancing at his mate. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s leave them alone to stew for a bit. We have work to do.”

Ianto matched Jack stride for stride as they headed up to the main Hub. Ianto was a bit disappointed that their prisoners hadn’t talked, but he’d known they wouldn’t. Those men could have valuable information on what was going on, but at the same time he knew they had to be lower level agents, and doubted that they’d been trusted with too much.

They were barely back up into the main area when Ianto felt Jack grab him and push him against the wall. Jack’s lips were on his, and Ianto groaned into them, wrapping his arms around his mate and pulling him even closer, opening his mouth to his mate’s insistent kisses. “You have no idea how hot you were,” Jack whispered when they finally came up for air. “Standing on that van, looking like you wanted to eat those bastards for breakfast…damnit, what you do to me…”

“Shut up and touch me,” Ianto demanded, getting his hand between them and palming Jack’s cock through his trousers. His mate was hard, and the dragon wasn’t far behind.

“Bossy,” Jack teased, but before Ianto could say anything their mouths were crushed together once more, and Jack’s fingers were nimbly unfastening Ianto’s belt to get inside.

Ianto couldn’t believe how turned on he was. It had been a long time since he and Jack had done it fast and dirty, and he found he couldn’t wait. His own fingers were busily making their way into Jack’s own trousers, and he wrapped one hand around Jack’s length at almost the same time Jack was doing the same to him.

Both of them groaned at the contact. Ianto threw his head back as far as he could, being pressed against the cold wall, and Jack took the opportunity to lick a stripe down the dragon’s neck to his Adam’s apple as he began to stroke his hand roughly up and down Ianto’s human cock.

The dragon began to hum. It wasn’t anything in particular, and in a way he wasn’t really aware that he was doing it, but he and Jack set up a rhythm to it, pumping in time to the sound as Jack panted against Ianto’s throat, his breath hot against the place where he’d run his tongue.

It was over embarrassingly quickly for both of them. Ianto came first, and Jack not even a second later, both of them gasping at the climax.

Jack slumped against Ianto, his hand still within the dragon’s trousers. Ianto was gasping, and he unfurled his fingers with difficulty, bringing his hand out and wishing for a cloth or something to clean up with. He glanced down at Jack’s now-sweaty hair as his mate relaxed against his chest, leaning just a little forward and kissing the top of Jack’s head.

“I don’t know why singing does it for me,” Jack muttered, sounding quite sated, “but the best sex we have is when we have a bit of musical accompaniment.”

Ianto huffed a laugh. “It’s a dragon thing, and you know that,” he answered, his own voice sounding just as sated. Then he chuckled. “It’s a good thing I have a change of clothes here, because I think I just ruined this shirt.”

“But it’s a good kind of ruined.” Jack pulled away, and Ianto was instantly disappointed, but at the same time he wanted to smirk at the wrecked look in Jack’s blue eyes. He’d done that, to his very own mate, and he felt quite proud of himself.

“Yep,” he answered, smiling. “It’s a very good kind of ruined.”

Chapter Eleven


Woot! Crushing the van was totally awesome! Just what I wanted to see, now all I need to see to be happy ever after is Jack vs. Johnson, my money's on Jack. :)
I just love destroying vehicles by having Ianto sit on them, I can't help it! *laughs*

"All three of the agents immediately dropped their weapons. One of them actually fainted.

It was a good morning."

You rule!! :)
Some people have common sense. Others pass out at the drop of a dragon claw. *laughs*
Wonderful update! Ianto crushing the car is classic!
I just love Ianto crushing vehicles. I have no idea why. *grins*
Thanks! :)
Damn, they just don't make dragon perches like they used to :D At least Jack and Ianto got the other jackasses out of the way for the moment; now to find out what's really going on...and to get out safely. And Jack needs to find out about that Blank Paper order; somebody's really threatened by his existence... :(

Edited at 2014-01-18 09:57 am (UTC)
Oh, I know! They just don't last anymore. It's what happens when you outsource. *laughs*

Glad you enjoyed that. :)
"All three of the agents immediately dropped their weapons. One of them actually fainted.

It was a good morning."

OMG I love you! :-D Also, hot!!
Thanks so much! *laughs*
Dragons rule, 'nuff said. ;)

No beans this time! Thank goodness! ;D
No beans. I think this universe doesn't have beans in it. *nods*
a little relaxation, it can not hurt!
I love it.
At least, these agents are neutralized.
I love your method!
Jack is right, Ianto is a sexy in dragon eater virgin. LOL

Nope, the boys do need to unwind a little.

Thank you! :)