Fic- The Captain and the Boy 47/65

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: The Captain and The Boy 47/65

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.

 

 

Suzie had spent a lot of time on her own since the aliens had been killed. She knew she’d been lucky. She knew things could have easily gone badly wrong. But now, Ianto was gone. She was out of danger, at least for the moment. Jack had never even suspected her.

It was late. Jack was skulking about in his office and the others had gone home. She’d been studying the glove. It was Jack’s orders that she examine the glove in the first place. It was only thanks to the aliens that she’d discovered how much better it worked with a violent death. That was the only reason she’d protected them in the first place, so they could provide her with bodies to experiment on. But now that they were gone, her studies had stopped. She’d made no progress whatsoever since that obnoxious whore had killed her aliens.

Suzie looked up at Jack. He was in his office, drinking whiskey and not paying any attention. She took the glove and made her way downstairs to the archive room.

She was the only one who really came down here. Owen wasn’t interested and Tosh got all the information she needed from the computer system. She knew her way around, though it wasn’t exactly well-ordered. It was a total mess actually. But she knew where the file she needed was. She’d put it there.

She put the glove down on a table and withdrew the file from the cabinet. It was a thin file but along with it was a metal box. She took out the box as well. She opened the file and considered the photographs and the descriptions it contained. There was the photo of the glove and the date it had come through the rift. There was a description of what it looked like but nothing about its function. She was the only one who really knew what it could do.

Next to the record on the glove was another one. It was on a large knife with a serrated edge. The record contained a photograph, a physical description and the date, the same date as the glove. They had arrived together through the rift. It had been fairly obvious from the beginning that they had come from the same place. They were very similar in look, both that same metal and a common design.

She’d wondered about the knife. Perhaps it could affect the glove? It was time to find out.

She opened the box and drew out the knife. The glove seemed to almost vibrate under the influence of the knife. She could feel the glove’s presence inside her, throbbing with excitement. Yes, they were meant to be used together.

She made a split second decision. Nobody suspected her. The only person who suspected her was long gone. She stored the glove and the knife in her handbag, returned the folder neatly into the cabinet and left.

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Jack glared at his empty bottle of whiskey. Why didn’t he have more than just one bottle? It was ridiculous. But no, he needed something more than whiskey. It was late. He’d find somebody around, some boy who would help this pain inside him. He pulled on his coat and left.

Minutes later, he was stalking through the streets, through the rougher areas where all the boys were. He knew this area well. Just like before, he’d find somebody to take his pain away.

He began to notice boys on their corners. His eyes drifted over them. They were pretty. These boys were always pretty and they always looked younger than they were. But they weren’t naïve. Well, not most of them. He stopped. A boy was looking at him. He looked back. The boy was one of the older ones around, in his early twenties perhaps. He had a young, pretty face and dark hair. His eyes were blue. He smiled at Jack. He had a pretty mouth.

“Your pleasure, Sir?” He had a Welsh accent.

Jack swallowed hard, then approached.

The boy was watching him eagerly.

Jack stepped up to the boy, then reached out and touched his cheek. He could imagine kissing that sweet mouth as he fucked him.

The boy was gazing at him, those blue eyes wide. Jack brought their mouths close together. He could feel the boy’s hot breath on his face.

“You smell so good,” the boy whispered.

Suddenly, Jack couldn’t breathe. He swallowed hard and fought for breath. He pulled back. “I…I can’t.” He dug in his pocket and pressed a wad of cash into the boy’s hand. “I’m sorry,” he said, then turned and hurried away.

Behind him, the boy counted the money, shrugged, then shoved the notes in his pocket with a grin.

Comments

[raven-mosely.livejournal.com]

Aww :(
I understand why Ianto left, but I still feel bad for Jack.
I hope they figure out what Suzie's up to soon.

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

OH Jack...what Suzie is doing right under your nose. You need to WAKE UP.

[baiba69.livejournal.com]

Now i am here too. Thank you for story. I love it.