Fic- The Captain and the Boy 37/65

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: The Captain and The Boy 37/65

Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Jack/Others, Ianto/Others

Ratings: Adult – graphic sex and some violence throughout

Spoilers: General spoilers for first 2 series

Summary: An AU version of Jack, Ianto and Torchwood. Some pre-series.

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

Notes: With thanks to oncomingscone and rowanheart24 for their glorious help! Comments make me write more. I hope you enjoy this. I’ve been working on this story for nearly a year and it’s finally finished. I’ve very proud of it and I hope it’s good enough for my lovely readers! This is a finished series and won’t be abandoned. I’m planning to post a chapter a day (at roughly the same time) until it’s finished.

 

 

“No way. It’s absolutely way too fucking dangerous!” Owen yelled.

It was the next day and Ianto had explained his plan to Owen in detail.

Ianto held his ground. “I’m the one taking the risk. It’s my decision.”

Owen glared at Ianto across the med bay. “Yeah, but if you get killed, I’m next. Jack would rip my guts out.”

“We’ve got to do something.”

“Yeah but…”

“That’s your job, isn’t it? You save people from aliens.”

“Well, yeah…”

“So, why not us?” Ianto stood up straight and fixed Owen with a determined glare. “Why not us boys? We’re still people. We deserve to be helped like anybody else.”

Owen held up his hands. “All right. Don’t go on a bloody rent boy rights march for it. I’ll help.” He sighed. “But we need a proper plan. We need to take our time and get it right. Otherwise, we’re just going to get killed.”

Ianto nodded. “Deal.” He smiled. “Thank you.”

                                                                  * * *

Ianto sits on the couch in Jack’s office watching him work. It is late and Ianto has nothing to do until Jack is ready to take him to bed. He is trying to understand Jack, trying to understand why he did it, what kind of person he really is.

Jack looks up at him. “Are you ready for bed?”

Ianto doesn’t answer. He holds Jack’s gaze for a moment, then begins to speak slowly. “Owen finished his autopsy. Did he tell you?”

Jack looks back at him. Ianto detects the hint of panic in his face. “No, he didn’t. What did he find out?” Jack’s voice deliberately casual but Ianto can hear its tightness.

“There was enough poison in Stuart’s system to kill him. He was beaten badly, Jack.”

Jack swallowed. “Yeah.”

Ianto held his gaze. “Why did you do it?”

“I…” Jack’s voice was husky. “I didn’t poison him. I…”

“Yes, Jack?”

Jack swallowed. “I did beat him.”

“Why?”

Jack looked around helplessly. “I…I was angry. He…he hurt you. He hurt lots of people. I wanted to stop him.”

Ianto looked away. “You used violence to get what you want. That makes you just the same as him.”

Jack didn’t argue, just gazed at Ianto in disbelief.

Ianto doesn’t know what to say. He lets the silence hang, then turns away. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

He turns and goes down to Jack’s quarters.

                                                      * * *

Ianto lay on Jack’s bed, waiting for him. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He felt lost. He knew he should leave, should walk out and never come back. But something stopped him. It wasn’t just that he needed to stop these murders and get justice for Michael. When he thought about leaving Jack, his insides churned and he couldn’t bring himself to walk out.

                                                      * * *

There is only one way Ianto can be with Jack now and that’s as his boy. He gives himself up to Jack, allows him to take over his mind and body, like all the other clients.

There are no other clients now. Ianto doesn’t like this. It makes him feel dependent on Jack and he never wants to be dependent on anyone again.

But for now, this is his lot.

Jack reaches out for him, tugs him close and kisses him. Ianto holds onto him. He wants to push him away and bring him closer all at the same time.

Jack’s kiss fills him with warmth and fear. The closeness is frightening. Jack holds onto him tightly, buries his face in his shoulder and moves against him.

“Want you,” he breathes.

Ianto watches his face, trails his fingers down his chest, sliding open buttons as he goes. He’s beginning to understand Jack, to see how lonely he’s been, how much he misses his lover.

He wants to ask more but he doesn’t. He needs to hold his boundaries.

Jack is rocking against him. Ianto bares them both, presses into Jack. Jack holds him so tightly, like he might disappear if he doesn’t, like he might just slip through his fingers.

Ianto knows it’s the truth. Soon, he will leave. He will have to leave. But that has always been his life. To leave or be left. Ever since he was small. That is his life. That is what he deserves.

They rock against each other, each chasing that oblivion their orgasms will bring them. That is all they crave. Oblivion.

When they come, their cries are muffled by each other’s bodies. Ianto tightens his arms around Jack’s strong body, holds onto him tight and hides his face in Jack’s shoulder. He doesn’t want the closeness. He doesn’t want to be alone. He doesn’t want to be him. He doesn’t want to lose himself. He doesn’t know what he wants.

Jack takes his hand, takes him to bed and they hold onto each other all night.

Comments

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

GAh poor Ianto...his heart is so closed off and I have to think that Jack knows he's using him or he's just oblivious and stupid. And love the whole rant of Owen's rent boys' rights march LMAO.

[aviv-b.livejournal.com]

They really are too epically screwed up guys.Both of them in so much pain and unable to find a way out.

[megans-writing.livejournal.com]

can we just bang their heads together already?

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

heartbreaking... tough lives they live

love the fic