Title: Incubus Jones: The Veil of Souls
Beta: Milady_Dragon
Rating: R for Series

Characters: Ianto/Jack, Gwen, Andy, Owen, Rhys, Tosh, Donna Noble, Others

Spoilers: Season 2 Through "Meat"

Summary: Written for the longliveianto Non-Human Ianto Halloween Challenge.
Ianto Jones, half-demon operative for Division-9 and undercover at Torchwood Three, juggles an angelic partner with an attitude, an overactive libido, and an inquisitive boss, all while investigating a series of strange disappearances and maintaining the delicate balance between Heaven and Hell.

A/N: No offense was intended to the Muscular Dystrophy Association, or any religious group for that matter. This is simply a work of fiction, and a slightly tongue in cheek look at what would happen if several of the characters we know and love were a lot more then they seemed.

Chapter One

Torchwood Three Tourist Office

Tuesday Morning

"Morning pet," Gwen called as she entered the tourist office. "Postmaster caught me on the way in. Nothing much today, just a few catalogs, a package from UNIT and a letter for you." She set the post down on the counter in front of Ianto on her way to the Hub door. When it remained closed, she turned back to see why he hadn't opened it. The archivist had pushed the package aside and was staring at the letter in his hands.

"Ianto?" she asked, gesturing to the door. When he didn't answer she cleared her throat to get his attention.

"Sorry," he muttered, reaching over to push the entry button.

"It's from the MDA, isn't it?" she asked, trying to understand why the letter had distracted him.

"Yes," he answered cautiously, setting the letter down and holding her gaze.

"My cousin has muscular dystrophy, so if you have anything you need to tell me Ianto, I'll certainly understand," She replied, giving him a soft smile. Ianto's mouth fell open and he stared at her a moment, before he realized her error and closed it again.

"I'll keep that in mind," he finally replied, giving her a small half smile of amusement. Gwen nodded, and seeing her work was done, made her way into the hub.

Once Gwen had gone, Ianto took the letter and went back into the small office behind the beaded curtain away from the CCTV.

"Why are they contacting me now?" He wondered aloud, opening the envelope. Slipping the piece of starched, letter-pressed paper from the envelope he began to read.

Dear Mr. Jones:

You are hereby requested to attend a meeting on Thursday the 14th of October, regarding your resident status, current assignment, and ongoing human relations.

Please ensure that you arrive promptly at 9am, and be prepared to discuss any and all aspects of your current position and role in human society.

Best Regards,

Ms. Verity Cobblescratch
Director
Ministry of Demon Affairs

Ianto read the words over a second time. He hadn't received a summons in over five years. The last one had pulled him out of the MDA home office and sent him to Torchwood One to ensure that they stayed blissfully unaware of the demonic presence in their midst. When the tower had fallen, he'd made a natural transition to Torchwood Three, and continued his work, subtly sending anything that might expose demon-kind back to the MDA; ensuring that their presence remained secret. He'd been careful, going so far as to make peace with the local angelic population so that no turf wars occurred. He'd even sent them a relic or two to keep the head guardian of the Cardiff sector off his back, and his do-gooder nose out of both MDA and Torchwood business. He read the letter once more before crumpling it up, tossing it in the air towards the waste bin and destroying it with a well placed burst of fire. As the ashes from the destroyed letter flitted down into the bin below, he pinched his nose in frustration. He had two days to prepare, and little to no idea of what the summons would bring.

"Ianto!" Jack called through his comm., bringing a welcome distraction.

"Sir?"

"I need the files on Xaoprathi negotiation techniques. It seems we have out of town guests landing near Penarth."

"On my way," Ianto responded, locking up the tourist office. The MDA could wait. Right now he had a file to find, a boss to shag, and a planet to save.

Thursday Morning 8:55am

After spending the better part of the last two days negotiating with Xaoprathi traders seeking to steal 50 percent of the Earth's atmosphere for profit, Ianto was tired, cranky, and a more than a bit horny. A quick hand job during a negotiation break the evening before had been his only release in days. He felt ill at ease going into this meeting with his energy stores lower than normal, and cursed the rift for yet again causing riftus-interruptus by tossing up a colony of Valgarian Slug Beasts just as he and Jack were having a go at it in the shower this morning. Sighing and adjusting his tie, he checked his watch. Any moment now…

"Finally," he grumbled, watching as the marble columns of the Ministry of Demon Affairs materialized between a bakery and a dingy bookstore. Smoothing down the jacket of his black and red pinstriped suit, he glanced down the street to make sure he wasn't seen and approached the glowing green door that housed the entrance to the MDA. Stepping through the door from the alley, he emerged into a large lobby that was surprisingly busy for this early in the morning. The familiar tinny musak, the kind that you only heard at a dentist's office, floated through the lobby, causing several of the passers-by to cringe in annoyance. Ianto smirked to himself, thankful once again that he had just enough human from his mother's side to avoid many of the frustrations that most demons had to face. Making his way to the receptionist desk, he signed in, took his inter-dimensional pass, and headed for the security checkpoint near the lifts. Emptying his pockets into a holding tray for scanning, he gave a nod to the front end security guard and walked through the magic detector.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he felt the familiar tingle that meant the glamour of his human guise was dropping away. Another guard waved a wand over him once, before giving the all clear and gesturing for him to collect his belongings. Ianto gave him a small nod before walking to a full length mirror on the other side of the lifts to check his appearance. Reaching up, he touched the three inch black horns twisting from his forehead, and a small sigh of contentment escaped his ebony lips as he relaxed into the freedom of being his true self once more. Black pupil-less eyes blinked back at him as he took in the familiar hue of his crimson skin, and he was suddenly glad he had opted for the black dress shirt rather than his typical red this morning as it went so much better with his coloring. Feeling pressure building up at the base of his spine, he reached behind him, separating the small hidden seam just below the belt loop at the back of his trousers, freeing his slim, red tail. It snaked up into view behind him, curling into a sassy coil; its black point just visible over his left shoulder. Black nails ran through his short dark hair, giving it a quick flick so that it flipped up slightly between his horns. Taking one last glance, and deciding he looked presentable, he turned from the mirror with a smirk and made his way towards the trans-dimensional lifts to Director Cobblescratch's office.

"Morning Aleena," he greeted the pretty green-skinned gorgon secretary after he stepped off the lift. "Is she in?" He asked, perching on the corner of her desk and smiling to himself at the blush that colored her pale green cheeks.

"Jones," she hissed out huskily over her forked tongue. As the few hair snakes that she hadn't smoothed into a loose pony-tail blinked back at him, a sudden image of the writhing mass teasing and taunting him in the filthiest of ways flitted across his mind.

"Good to have you back," she said, twirling one of them loosely around her finger and giving him a fang tipped smile. "I'll let Director Cobblescratch know you've arrived." Rotating on the coil of her tail, she picked up the phone to announce him. After hanging up she turned her emerald eyes back in his direction.

"If you'll just follow me sir," she said, pivoting on her tail and gesturing for him to follow. Ianto watched as the sinuous coils slithered across the carpet, causing the loose skirt she wore beneath her prim and proper blouse to swish as she moved. He glanced up to see the snakes of her hair still watching him and decided he definitely needed to rethink his no-gorgon policy when one of them gave him a saucy wink. She stopped in front of a non-descript wood door and knocked to announce him. Ianto gave her a sly smile and walked inside, deftly palming the small card containing her number that she handed him as he passed.

"Thank you Miss Price," called a stern voice from inside the room. Ianto glanced up to see the tweed suited form of Verity Cobblescratch, ice demon extraordinaire and Director of the MDA, staring back at him with flinty blue eyes. "If you would have a seat Mr. Jones, we can begin."

One Hour Later

Ianto was bored. The last hour had consisted of little more than the standard questions regarding how he was blending into human society, if his colleagues suspected, if he had been careful with meeting his feeding requirements, and if any humans had been harmed in his presence; all questions that he could have answered over the secure network, and none of which necessitated the in person meeting. Verity was stalling for some reason, and glancing at his watch, he knew that if he didn't speed this up, his cover of running errands was not going to hold water when he got back to the Hub. As he watched her reach for another folder full of forms, he lost his patience.

"Can we cut to the chase?" he asked, fed up with the stall tactics.

Verity raised a well-manicured cobalt eyebrow at his outburst and put the folder back down on her desk. "Something wrong Mr. Jones?" she asked, eyes narrowed. "If you choose to remain in our employ and on the interspecies rota, procedures must be followed."

Ianto frowned and looked up at the picture behind her desk, knowing that it was most likely a viewing portal and he was being watched remotely.

"Look I appreciate procedure, and as an archivist, I understand the need for paperwork, but can we get to the point here? If I am gone for too long this morning, my all too human boss is going to get suspicious."

The phone on her desk beeped, and Verity picked it up, the icicles dangling from her ear clinking against the receiver as she answered. Ianto caught the words 'send him in,' and saw Verity's frost covered lips twitch in displeasure. She hung up the phone and glared at him, daring him to speak. When he remained silent, she pushed a button on the right side of her desk and the bookcase beside it swung open to reveal a hidden door.

"Best not keep them waiting," she said, returning her eyes to the forms in front of her. Seeing he was dismissed, Ianto stood and made his way to the door. "Oh, and Mr. Jones," she said as he reached the threshold, turning her steely gaze on his departing form. "Don't screw this up. We need them on our side and trust me there are many more members of the MDA far more qualified for this mission. You are here on their recommendation, not ours."

"Yes Ma'am," Ianto replied, receiving only a curt nod in response before she returned to her paperwork. Bracing himself, he entered the door and stepped into the darkness beyond it, watching as the office behind him faded from view.

He emerged in a cavern of some sort, which judging by the vibrations and lack of sunlight, was deep underground. He was standing on a ramp leading down from a series of portals to a platform on the ground floor. A firing range could be seen to the right, an infirmary and lab in the middle, and a series of tech stations off to the left. A few other doors led off further into the facility, and Ianto wondered where he was.

"Mr. Jones I presume?" greeted a tall well-muscled man with mocha colored skin who reached out to shake his hand. "Kellan Albright, leader of this outfit for my sins. Sorry for all of the formalities with Cobblescratch, she's a bit of a stickler for policy and wanted every opportunity to discredit you before we took you on."

"Thanks, I think," he replied, careful not to cut his hand on the talon-like nails of the other man's hand. "Where am I?"

"Division 9," he replied with a toothy grin. Ianto stared at him. Division 9 wasn't supposed to exist. He had heard rumors of the secret taskforce of angels and demons known only as Division 9, but as far as he knew, no one had actually met anyone associated with it. He glanced around the space again, noting the ginger-haired angel on the firing range, the winged demon humming along to an iPod while reviewing some technical data, the blond angel in the med bay tending to a battered looking purple imp, and the twitching fluff of the tail belonging to the werewolf in front of him.

"But why am I here?" Ianto asked, realizing that no one knew where he was. He had come to the MDA unarmed as per protocol, and his hand twitched, wishing he had brought his gun.

"We've selected you as the newest member of Division 9," he replied, flashing his toothy grin once more. Ianto paled to a warm shade of rust, his dark eyes wide in confusion.

"Why me?" he wondered aloud. Kellan laughed.

"Your track record amongst humans is exemplary," the werewolf explained. "Even the Ministry of Angelic Affairs is satisfied with your selection as you tend to stay out of their way and on occasion have even made their job easier. A little diplomacy goes a long way when dealing with Heaven and Hell on a daily basis."

"You have to be joking," Ianto scoffed. "Since when does the goody-two shoes brigade approve of demons? Let alone incubi?"

Kellan shrugged. "I think in the grand scheme of things feeding off of sexual energy is a bit tamer than human flesh don't you think?" Ianto scowled at him, but Kellan didn't seem to notice. "Besides, you've been in Torchwood what, five years now, and none of them have figured it out? Obviously you're careful and know how to blend in, but even better you've dealt with things that no rookie could comprehend. We need someone with field experience and the resources to solve cases fast. This came from both the top and the bottom Jones. Both of the big bosses want you on the current case, and as you are part human, you know that both of them to a degree control your fate."

Ianto cursed. Of course they would pull the human card. A quirk of genetics and a late night visit from his Incubus father to Cerwyn Jones had brought him into being. While his human family had never really understood him, his demon relations curled their lips in disgust at him for being a half-breed. The only time it was ever considered an asset is when the heavenly host came calling for a favor. Seeing the sympathetic look on Kellan's face, he squared his shoulders and decided to find out what he was in for.

"So why now? I am assuming there is a case you need my help on?"

Kellan chuckled. "They said you were smart Jones, and you're right. We're in up to our wing-tips in this one. Big G and the D Man himself have made this our top priority." He handed Ianto a folder detailing the case, and a flat, black disk that looked like a poker chip. "We're bringing you on as a permanent consultant," he explained. "You're too valuable to the MDA where you are at Torchwood, so we are assigning you a co-agent and partner from the angelic side to protect both interests and your identity. Any field work can be done in tandem to ensure that all bases are covered."

Ianto nodded and thumbed the disk, almost dropping it when it started to vibrate in his hand. A computer voice called out "bio-encoding complete," and Ianto's brow furrowed as he wondered what the hell it had done.

"Standard issue portal device," Kellan explained. "It's kind of an emergency exit. If you get into trouble, it will bring you back here to the portal platform. It only carries one person though, and is bio-encoded so that only the agent of issuance can come through."

"So who's this partner?" Ianto asked, placing the disk inside his wallet for safekeeping. Kellan bit back a smile and handed him another file. Ianto opened it and skimmed the contents stopping cold when he saw the other agent's name.

"You can't be serious," he murmured taking in the picture on the profile in front of him.

"I assure you he is more than qualified," said a loud female voice. Ianto looked up to see the angel from the firing range had joined them. "He's been a guardian for twenty years, and been undercover for the last eight." She crossed her arms, and glared at him. "Saved my life more than once. He's too good for the likes of you, but needs must. Watch his back demon-boy, because if I get wind of my former partner being in trouble due to a cock-up on your end, there will be something much worse than hell to pay." Satisfied that she had warned him, she turned and with a flick of her wings returned to the range.

Ianto watched the sway of her hips and the bounce of her wings as she stalked away, fighting the sense of arousal he always felt with dealing with strong women. Devil take it, he needed to get laid. If angels were looking good to him, he must be getting desperate.

"Don't mind Donna, she's got a lot of bite but inside she's really a big marshmallow," Kellan said leaning over the railing to watch his second resume her practice. The angel fired off another round and Ianto raised an eyebrow at Kellan as she took the head off the target dummy before lowering her gun. Marshmallow indeed.

"So what now?" he asked, wanting to get away from Donna before she decided he would make a good target.

"Meet your partner, investigate, bring us in once you have any leads," replied Kellan.

"That's it?" Ianto asked in disbelief.

"That's it," Kellan answered opening up the portal in the center and walking towards it before handing Ianto a Division 9 badge and a card key. "Next time use the card key on the bakery loading dock. It's the entry to the Cardiff portal of the base. Your badge should get you out of any tough spots, but only use it as needed. Unlike Torchwood, we don't tend to advertise our existence." Ianto chuckled; feeling a little better that what he was doing was supposed to stay unnoticed. Ianto tucked the items into his pocket and placing the file under his arm, slipped his glamour back on as he prepared to go.

"Oh and Jones, try and seal this one up before Halloween will you? We're not sure what we're dealing with here, and with the boundaries thinner this time of year..." he trailed off and Ianto shuddered as he realized what Kellan was implying. On All Hallows Eve the veil between worlds was thin. Any manner of Ill-mannered creatures could get through.

"I'll do my best sir," he replied shaking his hand before stepping into the portal.

Emerging in the alley behind the bakery, Ianto checked his watch and saw it was almost noon. Checking his mobile, he saw five missed calls from Jack and one from Tosh, and a single text from an unknown number. Opening the text he smiled to himself. Maybe having an angelic partner wouldn't be so bad after all.

Purgatory Pub 11PM tomorrow

Seems we have a spooky do of our own to discuss

Ianto texted back he would be there and pulled out Aleena's number. It had been a long morning and he was feeling a bit peckish, maybe a short sojourn amongst her emerald coils would do the trick.