Title: Memories Are Made Of This
Chapter: 5/?
Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3 & 4
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Jack had two years of his memories stolen by the Time Agency. How does Ianto Jones factor into the former con-man's past?
Spoilers: Doctor Who: The Empty Child & The Doctor Dances (1x09&1x10), Army of Ghosts & Doomsday (2x12&2x13). Torchwood: All up to Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2x01). Slight spoilers for Fragments (2x12).
Warning: Not advisable for Gwen fans.
Author's note: This story is AU. Many of the 'canon' events will happen as they do in the show, but with adjustments to fit the story arc. Also, as there is no real mention of what Time Agency actually is, this is my spin on things.
This story begins six months before the events of Army of Ghosts & Doomsday.

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Two minutes and twenty seconds after using the device, Jack felt the familiar pulling around his heart. Something invisible dragging him back from the darkness and forcing him in to the living world once more.

With a deep breath Jack jerked forward in his chair, roughly being thrown back in to life. Only just managing to stop himself from falling to the ground.

For a moment he couldn’t remember the events that had lead up to his most recent demise. Until his eyes fell on the broken alien device lying at his feet. Reaching down Jack picked up the largest piece he could find, which was no bigger than a fifty pence piece.

He sighed deeply, knowing that this device had been his left hope of truly re-discovering the memories that had been stolen from him by the Time Agency. He was never going to find another way…

Jack threw the piece on to his desk and got to his feet, intending to head to the roof of the Millennium Centre to think and enjoy the fresh pre-dawn air.

It was only when he reached his office door that he realised he could remember his days as an assassin trainer as clear as though they were yesterday. Suddenly, he knew that everything Ianto had told him was the truth. It made sense now; the familiar pull he kept feeling towards the other man and the feeling of déjà vu he got whenever he was alone with a new recruit on the shooting range.

x

It didn’t take long for Jack to charm Ianto's room number out of the hotel staff and soon he was heading up in the elevator and striding confidently down the corridors, looking for the right room.

Only when he was stood in front of the door did Jack pause, suddenly feeling uncertain of himself. He could remember wanting Ianto in the past and he knew he was definitely attracted to him now, but would the other man feel the same now?

Swallowing his nerves Jack pounded on the door. When he didn’t get an answer after two seconds, he increased the strength and frequency of his knocking.

“What the hell!” Ianto cried, wrenching the door open and almost getting smacked by Jack, who was mid knock when the door moved. “Will? You do know it’s three am, don’t you?”

Jack remained silent, stepping across the threshold and moving closer to Ianto. He still didn’t speak as he cupped Ianto's face with his hands. “You didn’t tell me that we were together,” he finally whispered.

Ianto frowned before his recognition dawned in his eyes as he realised the implications of Jack’s words. “You remember,” he stated when Jack brought their faces together, allowing their lips to meet with a tenderness that was almost too much to bear.

“I remember,” Jack agreed before their lips parted and Ianto felt his tongue brush against his own.

The younger Time Agent turned them around and pressed his body firmly against Jack’s, pressing him back against the wall and rubbing against him teasingly. “Will…” he breathed, his words almost lost in Jack’s mouth.

Too aroused to correct him, Jack kicked the door closed and slid his hands down Ianto's back, grabbing his arse and roughly dragging him closer. Groaning at the friction he felt on his cock.

Never breaking the kiss, Ianto reached up and pushed Jack’s great coat off his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Gently he urged the other man in the direction of the bed, only pulling away when the Jack’s calves hit the bed.

Ianto smiled at Jack and ran his hands up his chest, tugging the grey braces off and pulling Jack’s dark blue shirt from where it was tucked into his charcoal grey trousers. He quickly unfastened the buttons, too eager to touch the skin underneath to try and tease Jack.

Their lips met again, tongues immediately seeking each other out. Jack groaned into Ianto's mouth when he felt the other man’s hands running up his chest, teasing his nipples as they pushed the shirt on to the floor.

Jack allowed Ianto to push him onto the bed and he crawled back against the pillows, watching with dark eyes as Ianto pulled his own pyjama bottoms off.

Ianto reached over and unfastened Jack’s trousers, pulling them and his underwear down and throwing them across the room, barely noticing the noise they made when they collided with the window; all his attention was focused on the gorgeous man underneath him.

x

It was when Jack’s breathing managed to regulate itself that he realised he was lying on the bottle of lube Ianto had discarded a few hours earlier. With a groan he managed to lift himself an inch off the bed, enough to allow his hand to retrieve the bottle and toss it to the side.

He yawned widely and turned his head towards Ianto. The younger man was leaning up on his elbow, looking down at Jack with a look that both scared and thrilled the former RAF pilot.

“I don’t get it,” Ianto eventually admitted, his fingers toying idly with the fine hair on Jack’s chest.

“Don’t get what?” he mumbled, closing his eyes and focusing on the gorgeous tones of the other man’s – his lover’s? – voice.

“Why you didn’t remember,” Ianto replied, flopping onto his back and sliding further under the covers, staring at the ceiling above them. “It’s just… earlier you said you didn’t believe me and a few hours later you show up at my door claiming to remember. It doesn’t make sense, Will.”

Jack sighed and mirrored Ianto's previous position, leaning up on his elbow and looking down at the other man. “I used something to unlock the memories.” He shrugged, “I don’t know what it was but it doesn’t matter anyway; it broke when I used it.”

“And, please stop calling me that,” he added, falling back on to the bed and closing his eyes. “My name is Jack; Captain Jack Harkness. I stopped using that name a long time ago.”

“No.”

The defiance in Ianto's tone made Jack open his eyes at look at him questioningly. “I refuse to call you something other than your name, Will. I don’t mind calling you ‘Jack’ in public but not in private.”

“I don’t care how many times you’ve changed your name since we last saw each other. Your name is ‘Will’ and that’s what I’m going to call you.”

A moment of silence passed between them, before Jack softly added, “It’s not just my name that’s changed. I’m not the same person I was back then, Ianto.”

TBC