Fic- His Captain and His Angel 19/22

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Title: His Captain and His Angel 19/22

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! Sorry this is late. Only just got back from an awesome weekend seeing Blue Gillespie and helping them onto sucess! 

 

 

The Captain dropped Ianto outside his da’s house. “You going to be okay?”

Ianto nodded. “Yeah, ta.”

“Listen, if you need me…” He took a card out of his pocket and passed it to Ianto. “I’m staying here. Ask for Mister Harkness.”

Ianto looked at the card. It was the business card of a B&B fairly near by. “I know it.”

The Captain nodded. “Good. I’ll come and see you soon, okay?”

Ianto nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’ll…I’ll stay away from John. Promise.”

Jack gave him a smile. “Good lad.”

Ianto got out of the car and went inside the house. It was empty. He searched for his da in each room before he remembered his da would still be at work. It was lunchtime now. He should eat.

He crossed to the fridge. He wasn’t hungry. He was never hungry but…he should eat. His da would want him to eat. He could have toast at least. That would be easy. He got out a slice of bread and the marg. He put the toast in the toaster and paced around the kitchen until it popped. He buttered it, cut it in two and looked at it. He bit his lip.

He picked up the toast, then put it down. He had a lump in his throat. He couldn’t do it.

He tipped the toast into the bin and went upstairs, his empty stomach swirling and making him feel sick. He lay down on his bed and tried to ignore the way it spun and throbbed.

An hour or two later, he heard his da come in but he stayed where he was. He didn’t understand. He’d felt good before but now he felt bad again. Why couldn’t be just be normal?

He lay there until the evening. He could smell sausages cooking. He put his head under the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut. He just wanted the pain to go away.

“Ianto!” Da called up the stairs. “Tea’s ready.”

Ianto didn’t move. Da called again and again, then Ianto heard his feet on the stairs. He didn’t knock, just strode in.

“Ianto! Can’t you hear, boy? Tea’s ready.”

Ianto took his head out from underneath his pillow. “I’m not hungry.”

“Did you have lunch?”

“No.”

“Then you need to have your tea. Not hungry indeed. All you’ve had to eat today is six cornflakes and half a glass of orange juice.”

“I’m not hungry.”

His da grabbed his arm and tugged him up. “You are going to eat your tea!” he barked and dragged Ianto downstairs.

Ianto didn’t struggle. But he wasn’t going to eat. His da would have to belt him.

It was sausage, egg and chips. Iestyn pushed Ianto down into his chair and sat opposite him.

“You are going to eat every single thing on that plate. Start now.”

Ianto folded his arms. “I won’t.”

Iestyn started eating his tea. “I’m not going to rush you. You can sit there as long as you like but you are going to eat.”

Ianto didn’t say anything. Iestyn just ate his own tea and tried to get a conversation started. Ianto refused to speak and just sat there glaring at his untouched tea.

Having finished his own tea, Iestyn put his knife and fork down and looked at Ianto. “Well? Are you going to eat?”

“Told you. I’m not.”

Iestyn folded his arms. “Ianto, this can’t go on. You need to start eating. You’re too thin. You’re too pale and you haven’t got the energy you should have.”

“Da…”

“No, you can’t talk yourself out of this, boy. I’ve had enough. You’re an ungrateful brat and I won’t have this behaviour anymore.”

Ianto scowled at him. “What the fuck do you care? Just don’t cook me anything. I’m not going to eat so you might as well not bother.”

Iestyn pointed a shaking finger at him. “You’re under my roof, my lad so you will obey my rules. I won’t have you starving yourself in my house.”

Ianto glared at his plate. “I am not eating.”

Iestyn smacked his hands on the table. “You’ve got a choice, Ianto. You either show willing and eat something or you’re going to get belted. And I mean it, Ianto. I don’t care what Jack says. I will belt you and it will hurt.”

“Fuck off. You’re never going to do it. You don’t give a shit.”

Iestyn stood up, his face dark and his fists tightly clenched. “I’m warning you, boy. I am sick to the back teeth of your behaviour. Your sister never acted like this and she’s had it tough. We all have but we get on. You’re nineteen years old, Ianto. You can’t act like a kid forever.”

“I can do whatever the hell I like,” Ianto said. He pushed his chair back, stood up and grabbed his plate. Before Iestyn could stop him, he tipped the whole lot into the bin. “There you go. That’s wasted food for you.”

Da, red in the face and shaking with rage, grabbed his arm. “You’ve asked for it, boy. You really have.”

Ianto pushed him off. “Go on then. Fucking belt me.”

Iestyn straightened up, breathing hard. “Into the hall.”

Ianto stepped into the hall. Da yanked open the pantry door and grabbed the belt off its hook. “Upstairs,” he barked.

Ianto found himself being rushed up the stairs, Iestyn holding the belt to his backside right until they were in Ianto’s bedroom.

“Drop your jeans and bend over your desk,” demanded Iestyn.

Ianto found he was shaking. He was scared, really scared but…this would make him feel better, wouldn’t it? It would hurt but then afterwards Da would hug him and it would all be okay.

He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop, then bent over the desk. He thought back to when he’d got that hairbrush spanking. Da had bent him under his arm and smacked the seat of his jeans with that hairbrush quite a few times. Ianto had felt the guilt melt away under his punishment and then afterwards, his da had patted him on the shoulder and told him he’d taken it like a man. Ianto had felt proud and settled that his da cared enough to do that, just to stop him getting in trouble. This would be like that.

His da didn’t talk to him again. He just raised the belt and brought it down hard across Ianto’s backside. Ianto yelled. It hurt. It really hurt.

But he had to take it. He had to. Then his da would be proud of him.

Iestyn brought the belt down again and again and Ianto’s skin was on fire. He was desperate to cry and pull away but he couldn’t. He had to show his da he was strong.

Iestyn paused to double the belt up and brought it down again. Ianto arched on his toes and bit down on his lip not to cry out.

Da smacked the belt across the seat of his underpants with one final really hard stroke and Ianto’s tears fell. Da pulled back.

“There’s nothing to cry about,” spat Iestyn. “You deserved much harder than that, boy. You be grateful I didn’t make you take it on the bare.”

Iestyn stood back. Ianto stayed where he was. His da would tug him up in a minute and hug him. He turned his head and watched his da. Da hung the belt up on Ianto’s door. “You need this to be here. If you misbehave again, anything at all, and I will belt your bare backside.”

Ianto stood up. “Da?”

Da was opening the door. “I don’t want to see you until you can behave, until you can be normal and grow the hell up,” he said and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Ianto stood staring at the door. His backside burned and his insides churned. He didn’t feel good. It just hurt. Da didn’t want to see him. He wasn’t good enough the way he was.

He rubbed his throbbing backside and wiped his tears with his other hand. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He couldn’t stay. He couldn’t.

He pulled up his jeans, grabbed his rucksack and shoved a few essentials in. He was leaving. His da would be happier without him anyway.

He went downstairs, jacket on and rucksack slung over his back. He opened the front door and his da heard him and came out into the hall.

“What are you doing?” His da’s face looked red. He was still angry then.

“I’m leaving,” Ianto said.

“Get back up those stairs.”

“No! I fucking hate you. You don’t give a shit about me. You never have.”

“How dare you say that! God would be ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of you.”

“Well, you won’t have to deal with me ever again. I’m fucking off and I’m never coming back. I hate you, Da,” he said and slammed the door behind him.