torchwoodteaboy | [RL WITH SULU]

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[RL WITH SULU]

The past few days had been exciting ones, and definitely not in the way that Ianto would have predicted them to be when he'd first set foot on the boat. They should have known that there would be something wrong with this, but how were they to know that Sulu saying that nothing could go wrong after what they'd accomplished on the first night would come back to quite literally haunt them, as it were? Because there really was no denying it anymore. There'd been enough talk about what else had going on in other people's cabins enough to know that it wasn't just their suite. The whole ship was buzzing about it, and though everyone was reporting different things happening, there was really no doubt about it. Regardless of whatever was causing it, the place was haunted.

Ianto'd tried ignoring it. He'd tried rationalizing it, and any other number of things to keep from admitting that what they had were ghosts on their hands. There was really just no denying it anymore. What had started out as objects moving every once and a while, and strange sounds in the night had turned a lot more active over the next few nights, the hot water switching itself off as Ianto was showering, their suitcases emptied out all over the suite while they slept. Ianto'd made sure that the door had been locked each time, and had even taken to sleeping with the key in his shorts pocket, but it wasn't any use. The door hadn't been opening to let anyone in--whatever was happening in the suite, it wasn't coming from the outside.

What had started out as them trying to make the best of their vacation had ended up with, well, at least Ianto being very wary of his surroundings, and of what could possibly go wrong with them. As much as he'd like to initiate something more with Sulu, the idea that they would be watched while they did was...more than a little bit of a turn-off. He hoped that Sulu understood, as it was.

Sulu, for his part, seemed to be taking this whole ghost thing pretty hard. Because paranormal things were sort of right up Ianto's alley, considering that he worked for Torchwood and all, he was trying his hardest to be a good Torchwood officer, keep a level head for the other man, and not freak out at anything that might have otherwise given him pause. Sulu hadn't admitted to being frightened of these ghosts, but. Ianto could tell that he was definitely a lot less comfortable with the thought of them being around than even Ianto himself was. It was almost nice, to be able to be there for Sulu like he had to be because of these hauntings. Almost.

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Ianto noticed something was very strange when he started seeing the ship contorting around them. Sulu's clinging to him let him know that he wasn't the only one who was seeing this. For a moment, Ianto was convinced that the entire ship was going to...who knows, swallow them up in one huge, frightening attempt to make them miserable, but then he blinked, and looked around, and realized. "...we're in my flat," Ianto said. And they were. Standing in the middle of his entryway, their two suitcases standing neatly beside them in the hallway.

He turned to Sulu, looking at him closely. The cut on his head had disappeared, and so had the bite mark on his shoulder. Ianto reached out to touch Sulu's temple, and his hand met clear, uninjured skin. "You're... It's gone. How... I guess the virus wore off. How do you feel?" he asked, not letting go of Sulu's arm quite just yet. They'd never been conscious for a shift like that, before. It was entirely possible that there might be some sort of side effects to staying conscious for the instant reheal, for all Ianto knew.

Sulu'd thought the place looked familiar, and now that Ianto had told him, he could recognize everything. That was... That was just weird. His headache was staring to subside, but there was still a low throb in area he'd been hit. His arm, though, that felt fine - a little stiff, but he figured that made sense. He looked at Ianto, frowning thoughtfully. "I feel okay," he said, "Head hurts a little, still, but it's not nearly as bad as before. And... my shoulder feels fine. My back, my knee - everything's fine."

He reached up to put a hand to his head, pulling Ianto's away before feeling around himself. He was fine, there was no laceration, no concussion - but his hand pulled away a little bloody. So, the injuries were gone, but not the rest of it. That was... weird. "I guess that's... how things work? I've never been up when a virus ended." He'd always thought they went on until you fell asleep on the last day. He wondered what time it even was - what day. "That's so weird." He blinked, then smiled at Ianto and said, "But, at least there are no ghosts here."

Ianto shook his head, surprised that Sulu'd healed, but grateful for it too. A headache, that was much more manageable than well, everything that had been wrong a moment ago. "Neither have I. I... Well, I guess that it makes sense that we could be transported while we're still awake. I mean, I'd hate to think that we'd be stuck there for good, if we weren't asleep or something like that. But yeah," he said, smiling back at Sulu. "No ghosts. None that I know of, anyway. Certainly none like whatever the hell that one was."

Ianto's mind ran around in similar circles as Sulu's. What day was it? Had they missed 4 days, or was it simply the next day that they would've had, if this hadn't happened. He turned to look around the flat. Dark, everything was dark, which meant that it must be late. Or well, early. Depending on how you looked at it. "I wonder why we both ended up here, though," Ianto thought aloud. "I thought that we were supposed to be put back in the places where they took us from. Not that I don't like that you're here, but. It's odd."

He shook himself. "I... I should probably call Jack. Let him know that I'm back. You, er. The laptop's in the living room, if you'd like to see about getting a hop back to the ship. Or..." Ianto bit his lip, not wanting to seem too eager for the second option, but. "You... You can stay here for tonight, if you like? One last night together, and all. Ehm. Only if you can, though. I. I don't want to be any sort of trouble, or anything..."

It was strange, how they'd been brought back together to the same place, but Sulu wasn't going to question it. He didn't care if it was because they'd been awake together, or if they'd been holding on to each other, or just if the community had decided to cut them some slack. All that really mattered was that they were here, and safe, and surprisingly unharmed. Small miracles, Sulu figured.

Ianto mentioned Jack and Sulu turned to him, nodding. "Yeah, go let Jack know. And... maybe let him know I'm here," he added, smiling a bit more broadly, "I don't think I want him tromping in for alone time with you when I deserve it more. Besides, a hop would just make me sick, probably," he said with a shrug, trying to be as nonchalant as possible about the idea of staying. "I think we both deserve some rest, you know?"

Ianto's smile widened as Sulu agreed with his suggestion of staying the night. "Yeah. I think we both more than deserve it, that's for sure. I'll... I'll only be a minute, calling Jack. If, well. If you'd like a drink or something, help yourself to it. The glasses are in the cabinet to the right of the sink, and there's at least some filtered water in the fridge, if nothing else." He wasn't sure whether Sulu even wanted anything, but. He figured he'd play the gracious host, and offer. "Just. Make yourself at home," he said, before picking up the phone and stepping into the living room to place the call to Jack.

It didn't sound like he woke the other man, although the only times Ianto had ever caught him sleeping were when he stayed the night with Ianto, so. Maybe he didn't need sleep, like he said, only slept when he wanted to. Who could say. He did tell Jack that Sulu was over, and while Jack liked to mess around, and even joked a little bit about paying them a visit, he knew that Jack would respect their privacy. Especially after he told him a little bit of what happened that night. He let himself sound as tired as he felt, and it worked. Jack gave him the morning off, and Ianto made a mental note to do something to thank him for that, before the two of them parted ways for the night, Ianto slipping the phone back into the cradle in the hallway. "Alright," he said to Sulu. "He won't be a bother. Let's head upstairs, then, yeah?"

Sulu nodded at Ianto's mention of water, smiling at him as he left to talk to Jack. He wasn't really thirsty, no. But, he really could do with some unhaunted faucets for once. So, he moved to the sink, turning it on to splash some water on his face, running his hands through his hair. It wasn't doing much, and he could feel the sticky dryness of blood on his chest and cheek, but it made him feel a little better. At least he knew that it wasn't as bad as it had been - and now that he was coherent enough, he was able to recognize just how much he'd bled.

No wonder Ianto had been so worried for him. He should have realized - the whole time, he'd figured it just wasn't that bad. He did that all the time, it was easier than realizing how out of his depth he was. He shouldn't have done that to Ianto, either, because it just wasn't fair to him. Sighing, he wiped water from his eyes and turned off the sink, leaning over it briefly. Man, he'd acted like a real jackass.

When Ianto called to him, he reached for a towel, hesitating before deciding against using one. Ianto probably didn't need bloodied dishtowels lying around, after all. He turned and ran his wet hands through his hair instead, frowning as they came away with a tinge of pink. "Yeah," he said, glancing up and managing a bashful smile, "Uh. Think I could use your shower?"

Ianto smiled at him, nodding. He did look a bit of a mess. There was only so much that Ianto could have done with a towel, after all. The shower would definitely get rid of all evidence that the night had even happened and then... Well, he supposed things'd be back to normal? Except they weren't. Not exactly. Because Ianto couldn't get the images of Sulu being clocked with a decanter, or being thrown through a door, out of his head. He still wasn't over that desire to stick closer to the other man, to be touching him, to make sure that he was alright. He hoped he was just hiding it well enough from Sulu himself.

"Yeah, sure," Ianto said. "I'll, ehm. I'll show you to it, then." Ianto knew that Sulu knew where his bathroom was. They'd been there when they were kids, after all, and that hadn't been that long ago, or anything. He led him up the stairs, pausing in the hallway to go into the linen closet and pull out a fresh towel for Sulu to use, before leading him to the bathroom. "Uh, there's soap in the dish, and well. You can use my shampoo, if you like, it's really no bother. I might even have something of mine or Jacks that should fit you, so you don't have to sleep in those jeans." Unless, well. He could sleep naked, but Ianto wasn't going to be the one to suggest that, not after the night they'd had. He'd honestly understand if Sulu wanted a little space. After all, his affection for Ianto had gotten him beaten up by a ghost...

"I'll, ehm. I'll just be out in the bedroom, then, I suppose," Ianto said, turning to leave Sulu to it. Just because he wanted to stay didn't mean that he had to. Or that he was even allowed to, really. Best just... Try not to freak himself out too much, being alone so soon after the events of that night. If any cold arms wrapped themselves around him again, he might just scream like a girl.

Despite the fact that he already knew where the bathroom was, he let Ianto lead him, because it was Ianto's place and he didn't want to seem like he could own the place, even if Ianto didn't spend that much time here. Besides, following him wasn't so bad.

Sulu wasn't sure what he was going to do about clothes - his suitcase was here, but he seriously doubted the community decided to wash his laundry for him. (Though, they probably deserved a full laundry service, after what they had to go through.) He figured that he'd wait and see how Ianto felt before deciding to just say "screw it" and - why was Ianto leaving?

Sulu reached out and grabbed Ianto's wrist in a gut reaction, grip firm but not exactly tight on his arm. He didn't even know why he'd done it, not really, because it might be awkward to have Ianto in the bathroom with him while he showered, but. The irrational part of his brain was suggesting that being alone might be bad, that that's when all the really terrible things happened, the "one last scare" that you got in horror vids and things like that, and Sulu... really didn't want to logic that need for contact away. Of course, he still needed to say something. "...You don't. Uh, you don't have to go," he said slowly, letting the unsaid offer hang.

Ianto froze at Sulu's grip on his arm, turning around and looking at him. Well. Such was very true. He didn't have to go. It was his bathroom. It wasn't like it was anything that Ianto hadn't seen before, either. But. Well, making conversation while Sulu showered, sitting in the bathroom and listening to him shower and just being there... That would be a little weird, wouldn't it? Unless...

"D'you mean...? D'you mean that I could stay, then?" Ianto asked, nodding toward the tub. He couldn't say it aloud, wouldn't be able to ask aloud whether Sulu wanted him to shower with him, as silly as it was, so he hoped Sulu got what he meant. But. Now that the idea was planted, Ianto kind of wanted nothing more than to be able to do that. It was one thing that they hadn't been able to do, while they were in the ship. Too many distractions, too many, well, ghost things for them to appreciate each other's company like that. This... This might be the last night they had together in a while, what with having missed 4 straight days of work and all. Surely they could enjoy this one last privileged together, couldn't they?

Sulu knew what Ianto meant by the nod, knew from the look on his face that he was thinking about the ship and how they'd only really gotten that one night, and how everything had gone to hell after that, and they probably deserved this. No, Sulu was sure that they did deserve this. Sulu, after all, had won against the ghost - not that he was going to say anything about that, because didn't that sound self-absorbed? - and he'd worried Ianto, and maybe he'd feel better, less worried for Sulu's well-being, if he could see first hand that there was no wound left on his head, that his arm was fine, that he could run his hands through Sulu's hair and not come away bloody or hurt Sulu.

And, he wanted Ianto to stay. He moved close to the other man and put his hands on Ianto's hips, leaning in to give him a slow kiss. "If you want," he said, smiling because that question was such a joke. Ianto would have just said no, if he'd wanted to go fall asleep while Sulu showered off.

Ianto kissed him back, moving to rest his hands on Sulu's shoulders. One of which was...completely healed, apparently? Which was so strange, seeing as not even 10 minutes ago, Ianto had reset it. He traced his fingers on the skin there, subconsciously marveling at it.

"Yeah. I... I do want," he said, with a sheepish smile back at Sulu. "If. If you don't mind, that is. I mean. My shower's not nearly as nice as the one that we had in that room. Certainly a bit more of a squeeze for the two of us to fit in it at the same time than the one there, but. I've got steady water pressure and the water stays at the temperature you put it, and well. There aren't any ghosts here. It. It sounds good to me, what do you think?"

The muscles tensed under Ianto's fingers, still used to the idea of being injured and reacting as such. He made no move to pull away, though, leaning his forehead against Ianto's as he smiled at him. "I don't care how small it is," he said easily, humor in his voice, "You had me at no ghosts." It was pointless to even answer Ianto's question, figuring the fact that he was standing there in his jeans, holding on to Ianto's hips and definitely, by no means pulling away, sort of answered the question for him.

He paused, one hand dropping to the fly of his jeans because, well. They'd have to take off their clothes, of course. "I have no idea how to work your tap," he said suddenly, because all the showers he had were push button, and a kitchen sink was a lot different from a shower.

Ianto was startled by Sulu's statement, moving to look at the shower, before back at Sulu, who it was clear had meant what he said. Ianto dropped his forehead to Sirius's shoulder and just laughed. Sulu had been defending him against a ghost, doing everything in his power to protect Ianto and see that the two of them got to safety, and here he was, unsure as to how to work a tap.

Ianto picked up his head after a moment, turning to lay a gentle kiss against Sulu's cheek, before stepping back and to the tub, to get the taps running. Two turns on the hot, half a turn on the cold, and after a few moments of waiting for the temperature to settle, he pulled a lever on the tap in the tub, and the water diverted to the shower head. He turned, and smiled at Sulu. "There. I hope you were taking notes. Otherwise, I suppose you're just going to have to have me around again."

Sulu raised his hand from his pants to Ianto's shoulder, hitting him lightly. "Shut up," he said as Ianto laughed, unable to deny the fact that it was pretty funny, especially for someone who was used to this kind of tap, who had a hot and cold instead of just a temperature input and a start-stop set of buttons.

As Ianto moved to turn on the water, Sulu turned to watch him, realizing that Ianto was still in his sleeping clothes. This was probably the longest he'd ever seen Ianto move around in shorts, and he was too busy fighting off a ghost to notice? That was completely unfair.

When Ianto turned back, Sulu grinned. "I think I'd rather have you around to do all the work," he said easily, his hands finding the hem of Ianto's shirt. "Now, are you going to take off your shirt, or am I doing it for you?"

Ianto raised an eyebrow, smiling at Sulu. "Well, if you're going to make me do all the work with the shower, then I think it's only fair that I leave this one up to you," he answered coyly. He hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Sulu's jeans, pulling the other man closer to him. Now that the adrenaline of running away was wearing off, Ianto felt another sort of adrenaline start to course through him.

Ianto's fingers found the button of Sulu's jeans, deftly popping it open, but going no further than that. He didn't want to be grossly overdressed in comparison to the other man, and seeing that he was still in his shorts and t-shirt, he figured he could leave Sulu's jeans on a little bit longer. Because he knew for a fact that the other man wasn't wearing anything underneath them.

Sulu's jeans needed to come off, that was very true, but Sulu decided he would just have to wait until Ianto was undressed. He didn't bother saying anything; he was afraid that he'd do something wrong, now that he'd gotten this far. With a smile, he let himself be pulled close to Ianto, stepping so that he was pressed against him, hands toying with the bottom of Ianto's shirt, leaning in to kiss him briefly before moving to pull his shirt off.

He was slower than he'd liked, because he wanted to make sure Ianto wasn't about to get tangled up in the fabric, but once it was off Sulu was kissing him again, hands grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him close before easing back to Ianto's hips, hooking around the elastic waistband of his shorts but, he wanted to take his time here. They hadn't had this much privacy in four nights and he wanted to use it while he could.

After his shirt had been pulled off and tossed aside, Ianto happily allowed himself to be pulled closer still to Sulu, his arms coming up to wrap around Sulu's back, fingers splayed across the other man's skin, hands moving slowly, gently, exploring his back. Which he'd been tossed through a door onto. He really wasn't sure how he was going to ignore these facts. Not so soon after it'd happened. Maybe a little later. But now, Ianto just wanted to appreciate Sulu. All that he'd done for him, both on this virus and earlier, physically, emotionally. He just wanted to touch him, feel him, hold him. Make him feel good. Feel good himself. And he hoped that they could do that.

And so, Ianto didn't really mind if they went slow, just so long as they went at all. He was happy with slow, even. Nothing with Jack went slow, not usually, and that made this even more special. God, but he really wanted to enjoy this one last night together with Sulu. His hands trailed lower on Sulu's back, running along the waistband of his jeans, but doing nothing to remove them whatsoever.

It wasn't hard to feel the same way Ianto felt, even if Sulu had no real clue that the other was thinking about how, less than half an hour ago, he'd been thrown through a door, how his back had ached and he'd been sure something was cracked - he hadn't dared mention it to Ianto, though, not then, not when they had so many other things to worry about, wandering down the hall in a haunted ship.

But, now, his ribs, his spine, his skull and shoulder, they were all fine, and Ianto was touching his back with an easy grace that he was sure he was never going to get enough of. Ianto was... something special. Sulu was pretty sure of that by now. Hell, there wasn't any way to deny it at this point, because he'd let his emotions get the best of him with the other and that didn't happen often. Not with him.

Smiling against Ianto's mouth, he tugged lightly on the shorts and murmured, "Don't you run out of hot water here?"

Ianto smiled back at Sulu, eyes closed, pressing their foreheads together and nodding. "Yeah, actually. I might. Not the best water system in the world, in Grangetown." He moved his hands to grasp the waistband of Sulu's jeans. "I suppose that we should get a move on then," he said.

Without waiting to get a response from the other man, Ianto's one arm moved to hook around Sulu's back, both resting there and holding him in place, while Ianto's other hand snaked around to the front of Sulu's jeans, and slowly undid the zipper, sliding his hand in and deliberately brushing against him, before sliding out and grabbing Sulu's waistband again. "Guess we should get these off first though, yeah?" he asked, his smile gone more into a smirk. They'd only done anything like this once before, and well. Faced with the prospect of being able to do it a second time, in his flat, without any interruptions, well. Ianto was pretty excited about all of that. That maybe one last good thing could come out of this unplanned vacation of theirs.

Sulu drew in a sharp breath as Ianto's hand moved, his own hands sliding to cover Ianto's, pushing them down, because this was fine, but they were going to run out of hot water and Sulu really didn't need his pants right now. They could disintegrate and never be found again for all he cared. He grabbed at Ianto's shorts and pulled, not bothering with the playing around and casual grace Ianto had been using, because slow was good, but it was also better without the clothes in between them.

His hands found the small of Ianto's back and held him close, head tilting briefly towards the running shower. He almost mentioned how the water smelled strange, not necessarily dirty but not purified and clean like the water he knew, but he kept it to himself because this really wasn't the time to comment on things like that. "Come on. I look like I got in a fight." A hand slid down, around, fingers tracing lines along Ianto's hips, then grabbed one of his hands lightly as he smirked. "I don't think you want me in your bed covered in blood."

Ianto stepped out of his shorts, not caring in the least that that meant he was now completely naked in front of the other man. Nothing he hadn't seen. Or wouldn't see eventually, at least. Ianto quirked an eyebrow and a half smile at Sulu, moving to grip Sulu's hand back. "That's because you did get in a fight. With a crystal decanter and a door, if nothing else." He traced a circle on the skin on Sulu's lower back. "I can't say much for the decanter, but if the state of the door was anything to go by...I dare say that you might've actually won that fight," he said with a smile.

He squeezed Sulu's hand, before stepping back, toward the shower. "C'mon, then," he said, stepping over the edge of the tub, into the spray of the water, all the while still holding on to Sulu's hand. "I can guarantee you that the water temperature's actually quite nice. Won't stay that way for too much longer, though, so if you want to actually enjoy this shower, you'd better hurry up and join me."

"I think I kicked the door's ass," he said with false bravado, following Ianto's moves and climbing into the shower, careful to watch his footing because his luck these last few days just hadn't been so good. He didn't want to slip and crack his head on the tub, after all. And while it was a little small for the two of them to be in it at the same time, Sulu couldn't find anything wrong with the arrangement.

He immediately shifted to put his head under the spray, his one hand sliding up to Ianto's shoulder to rub at the muscles there while his other went to run through his hair. He wasn't necessarily a vain guy, but he didn't know anyone who liked their hair to be matted with blood. Hand still in his hair, he leaned in to kiss Ianto; now that they were in the shower, it seemed like he was back to taking things slow.

Ianto shut his eyes into the kiss, not wanting to get water in them for one thing, but another because he really was enjoying himself there. He slid a hand up to grip Sulu's shoulder, because it really would be a disaster if one of them were to slip and get hurt. No magical community to fix things, this time, it would be all real, and more than a little bit embarrassing.

After a moment, Ianto pulled back from the kiss, pulling back far enough to look at Sulu, to watch the water running pink as he washed his hair out. Ianto brought up a hand to Sulu's head, brushing his fingers lightly against his temple, before threading them through Sulu's shower-soaked hair. It really was all healed, and pretty soon all the evidence that it'd ever happened would be gone, leaving him only with the memory of just how freaked out he'd been. He shook himself, not wanting to focus too hard on that. He could ruminate on all of that tomorrow, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy himself.

He smiled at Sulu. "Care to use any shampoo?" he asked, with a grin. "I'm afraid it's probably a lot girlier than whatever you're used to using, but. It'll probably work better than just water in getting all of the blood out, and well. I rather think it smells nice, at least." It was his shampoo after all. Of course, then Sulu would smell like it, but. That wasn't necessarily a problem, now was it?

Sulu leaned into Ianto, head tilting into his hand as he closed his eyes himself, smiling vaguely at nothing in particular, hands moving to slide up and down Ianto's sides, feeling slick skin and loving it. This was how their vacation was supposed to have gone - how it should have gone, and would have if the community hadn't had a hand in it. It was getting to the point, though, that Sulu couldn't help but look on the bright side; the things they'd had to deal with for the last four nights had been something to make this moment all the better. It was a reward, really, and one Sulu was glad to have.

He grinned back at Ianto's question, fingers digging lightly into the skin of Ianto's hips, "I think it smells nice too," he said distantly, still thinking about just how much he liked being just around Ianto. "Pass it over. Or are you going to do it for me, just in case the community missed something?" He... wouldn't be entirely opposed to that idea, that was for sure.

Ianto reached over to the ledge, picking up the shampoo in question. When Sulu asked him if he was going to do it for him, though, he paused. Why not? He knew from personal experience that it was a wonderful feeling to have someone else wash your hair for you, and well. This was his attempt at the vacation that they should have been able to have if not for all the ghost stuff, so why not.

Ianto smiled at him, coyly. "Sure, why not," he said, flipping the bottle open and pouring some out onto his hands. "You've had a trying day, fighting all those inanimate objects and paranormal figures. Why not let me do the work, this time? he asked, with a smirk. "That is," he added, the cocky attitude he'd adopted momentarily gone, as he was seeking an actual true answer here, "if that's okay with you. You're free to do it yourself, if you'd rather. I just thought," he shrugged. "Might be nice, s'all."

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