Fic- His Captain and His Angel 18/22

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: His Captain and His Angel 18/22

Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/John

Rating: Adult
Spoilers: Mild for COE (background information)

Summary: Captain John Hart always gets what he wants.

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

Notes: This is the third in the series of stories about Ianto’s past. It follows Blue Moon’s Child and The Lost Son. I’ll be posting this once a day until it is finished. Special thanks go to czarina_kitty for being such a wonderful Beta. Also thanks to rowanheart24 for helping me brainstorm the original idea. Comments please! PLEASE NOTE - THIS IS CHAPTER 18 - CHAPTER 17 WAS POSTED EARLIER THAN USUAL. PLEASE DON'T MISS IT! 

 

 

Ianto had spent the night in Church, just sitting there and praying. Each time his candle burned out, he lit a new one. He was shivering but he didn’t care. He just wanted things to make sense.

When the morning came, he knew he would have to go soon. If the priest saw him, he’d recognise him and recognise that he didn’t look nineteen. But he didn’t want to go.

“I’ve been looking for you,” said a voice. It was a low voice, which echoed through the empty church. Ianto didn’t look round. He already knew who it was.

John came closer to him and touched his shoulder. “It’s time to come with me, Ianto.”

Ianto looked up at him. “I thought it was my younger self you were interested in?”

John shrugged. “You think I want a messed up kid?” He leaned in so close to Ianto that he could feel his hot breath on his cheek. “No, Ianto. I want someone with spirit. I want someone who knows how to suck me off and who knows how to take his licks.” He reached into Ianto’s jacket and touched his belt. “That’s you, my boy.”

Ianto looked down and felt John’s other hand in his hair, stroking. He swallowed hard. John wanted him. Would John punish him whenever he wanted him to? Maybe. Ianto wasn’t sure what to do.

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Ianto could feel Jack’s eyes on him as they walked. Ianto didn’t look at him. He wanted to talk but he didn’t know how to get started. He didn’t know why he wanted to confide in the Captain in the first place.

“So, what do you usually like to do on your days off?” the Captain asked.

Ianto shrugged. “Bum around.”

“You go to see your mum much?”

“Only on Sunday after Church.”

“You want to go and see her now?”

Ianto shook his head. “No.”

“How come?”

Ianto frowned. “There’s never any point seeing her. Will you drop it now?”

He felt Jack’s sharp breath but the Captain didn’t argue. He waited a moment, then spoke to Ianto again.

“Where would you like to go then?”

“Cardiff,” Ianto answered immediately, then grinned. “I like Cardiff.”

He glanced across at the Captain and saw him smiling affectionately. “Yeah. Me too. I’ve got my car with me. We’ll drive.”

Ianto watched Jack out of the corner of his eye as they drove to Cardiff. Jack, the Captain, confused him. Why did he give a damn about Ianto? Nobody else did. Why would this bloke who didn’t even really know him at all?

 “Have you seen John since I took you from the beach yesterday?” Jack asked.

Ianto tensed and looked away.

He could feel Jack glancing at him in between looking at the road. “I’ll take that as a yes. You wanna talk about it?”

Ianto didn’t reply.

Jack parked. “We’re here. Fancy a walk down the pier?”

“Guess so,” Ianto drawled and got out of the car.

“So,” said Jack as they walked down the pier together. “Did John carry out his threat?”

Ianto studiously avoided Jack’s gaze. “What threat?”

“He said he’d punish you, didn’t he?”

Ianto chewed on his lip and nodded.

“Do you want to tell me what he did?”

Ianto shook his head and swallowed hard to keep the tears back. Jack stopped walking and leaned against the fence, looking out at the sea. Ianto copied him.

“Do you feel bad when you think about what he did?” Jack asked, gently.

Ianto nodded, swallowing down the lump in his throat.

Jack leaned in closer to him. There was something settling about his presence. “You shouldn’t be with somebody who makes you feel bad.”

“I know but…I don’t…I can’t…” The tears won. Ianto turned into Jack, whose arms went around him and held him close. Ianto pressed his face into the scratchy wool firmness of Jack’s shoulder and just let himself cry. Jack didn’t speak, just held him and rubbed his back.

After a while, Ianto realised he’d stopped crying and was just being held close. There was a scent about Jack, one which made Ianto feel calm and settled. Jack brushed his fingers through his hair.

“Feeling better?”

Ianto sniffed and pulled back. “Yeah. Can you…take me home? I want to see my da.”

Jack smiled, took his hand and squeezed it. “’Course. Come on.”

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Ianto felt fuzzy. John was holding his hand. That was all that mattered. John had him. John was going to take him.

He was outside. The air was cool on his face. John’s hand was firm on his.

“In the car, Eye Candy.”

Ianto obeyed and climbed into the car. Where was John going to take him? He didn’t know but he knew he was supposed to obey John. He was supposed to let John take him where he wanted.

Ianto felt the car dip as John got inside. He realised his eyes were closed.

“I’m lost,” he whispered.

John laughed. “You’re not lost. You belong to me.” He leaned over Ianto.

Ianto felt he should pull away but he didn’t. He felt John move closer to him, slide his hand across his knee and up his inner thigh.

He felt hot lips on his, then a strong tongue pushing into his mouth and teeth biting down. Ianto whimpered in pain but didn’t pull away. John kissed him deep and hard and Ianto felt the bruises forming. But he didn’t pull away.