Fic- The Captain and the Boy 16/65

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Title: The Captain and The Boy 16/65

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.

 

 

Jack felt unsettled. Ianto knew too much. Jack knew he should back off. He should retcon the boy and never see him again.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He needed Ianto. He needed the warm caress of skin against skin. He needed that hot flesh underneath his hands. He needed to rock into Ianto and fuck away all the pain.

Tosh was progressing with the scanners. Owen was working away in the medical bay. Suzie was compiling information on the problem. Jack felt restless. He needed to go out. He needed to go to Ianto.

It was early evening. Ianto would be at his corner. Jack’s hands twitched. He needed to feel those slim hips under his hands. He needed to feel that body against him. When he was with Ianto, nothing seemed to matter. There was only the heat of their fucking.

He walked quickly through the city, straight down to the rough end of town and to Ianto’s corner. He stopped short and stared. Ianto wasn’t there. There was another boy there, a young blond boy.

He winked at Jack. “Looking for a good time?”

“I…” Jack took a few seconds to collect himself, then strode forwards. “I’m looking for the boy who was here before. Do you know where he is?”

The boy smiled. “I can serve you just as well, Sir.”

Jack dug in his pocket and handed the boy a twenty pound note. “I want you to serve me with information.”

The boy narrowed his big blue eyes, then nodded. “Okay, fair enough.” He pocketed the money. “You’re talking about Stuart’s little favourite. Well, he ain’t his favourite no more. Fucked up too many times. He’s gone.”

“Gone? Where exactly?”

“Dunno. He’s not with Stuart any more though.”

“I need to find him.”

“Is he in trouble with you?”

“No. I just need to find him.”

The boy shrugged. “Well, he’ll be around somewhere.” He looked sympathetic. “You look around, you’ll find him. But…he might not serve you. Stuart was furious with him.”

Jack let that comment sink in. He wasn’t sure exactly who Stuart was, Ianto’s pimp, he guessed. It didn’t sound good.

“Thanks,” he said and gave the boy a ten pound note.

He knew all the places to go to find boys. He’d been to renters before Ianto. He knew all the places. He focused only on finding Ianto and refused to think about what could have happened.

“Can I make your night, Sir?”

Jack stopped. That voice was familiar. It wasn’t Ianto. He rounded the next corner and there was Michael. He was talking to a man, offering his services. Jack held back and watched.

The man refused service and walked on past, leaving Michael looking absolutely devastated. He leaned back against the wall and sighed deeply.

Jack approached and Michael saw him.

“Can I serve you, Sir?”

“Where’s Ianto? What’s happened?”

Michael hesitated and glanced behind him. “He’s…he can’t serve you today.”

“Why, what’s happened? Michael tell me quickly. Is he all right?”

“He…can’t I serve you instead?” Michael asked, eyes flickering towards the nearest corner.

“He’s here, isn’t he?” said Jack, following Michael’s gaze.

Michael bit his lip. “Erm, he doesn’t want to see anybody. I’m doing his work for a little while.”

Jack sighed impatiently. “I need to see him,” he said and strode past Michael and around the corner. Michael leapt after him but was no where near when Jack rounded the corner and saw Ianto hunched up on the floor. He raised his head when he heard Jack come around the corner and Jack saw what a state he was in.

He had two black eyes and cuts and bruises over every inch of visible skin. He had a shaky look about him.

Jack dropped to his knees by him and gently touched his face. “What happened?” he asked.

Ianto shrugged. “I did something wrong.”

“Who’s Stuart? He did this to you, right?”

Ianto nodded. “My pimp. Ex. We’re on our own now, right Michael?”

Michael sat down beside Ianto. “Right.” He looked at Jack. “I’m looking after him, Sir. I’m getting work and…we’ll be all right.”

“Yeah,” said Ianto. We’ll be fine.”

“Have you got somewhere to stay?”

“We’ll be all right.”

“That means you haven’t,” said Jack.

Ianto looked away. “We’ll be fine once we get some money.”

Jack dug in his pocket and brought out his cash. “Money. Here.”

Ianto shook his head. “I can’t serve you now.”

“Forget the service, for fuck’s sake,” Jack snapped. “I want to look after you.”

Ianto frowned and struggled to his feet. “I don’t need your charity, Captain.”

Jack and Michael both stood too and watched Ianto warily. He was trembling. Jack reached out and touched him gently on the shoulder. “Why don’t we call it an advance? You know I’ll be back.”

Ianto smiled a little, then glanced at Michael. “Stay here, kiddo. I’ll be back.”

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Jack finds himself around the corner, alone with Ianto and gazing at the marks on him. The boy looks so lost suddenly and Jack wants to wrap him in safety.

But there isn’t much he can do. He pushes notes into Ianto’s pocket, then kisses him gently. Ianto whimpers softly against him and Jack kisses him again, lips caressing wounded skin.

His arms slide around Ianto and he finds he wants to just hold him. Ianto is kissing him back, eagerly but carefully.

Jack takes hold of him, backs him against the wall and holds him there gently. Ianto is shaking as Jack whispers kisses across his sore flesh.

Jack becomes aware that there are tears on Ianto’s face. Jack doesn’t comment. He simply holds Ianto close and kisses away the tears. He wants to just kiss all the problems and the bad stuff away.

But he knows he cannot.

Ianto reaches for Jack, pressing his hand against Jack’s crotch. Jack shakes his head.

“No,” he whispers. “Let me help.” His breath caresses Ianto’s cheek.

Ianto’s hand drops and he backs up against the wall, blinking rapidly. He has a wide eyed, lost look to him and he’s trying to pretend he isn’t crying. His breath hitches a little.

Jack brushes fingertips across his cheek. “Come home with me.”

Ianto frowns, shakes his head hard.

Jack presses himself closer. “Please, Ianto. I don’t want to leave you and Michael out here, alone, with no protection. You don’t even have a place to sleep anymore.”

Ianto’s jaw sets. “We’ll be okay.”

Jack grips Ianto by the hips and looks into his eyes. “Please let me help you.”

Ianto pulls away and the lost look is forced away. “Jack…Captain…Sir, you’re a client.”

“Ianto…”

“So, I serve you, you pay me, and that’s it.”

“This is more than that and you damn well know it.”

“But it shouldn’t be. You shouldn’t know anything about me. You know my fucking name, Jack. Well, it’s over now.”

“You want to stop seeing me?”

“I want you to stop knowing. I’m a fuck, okay? I’m just a body for you to fuck. That’s all I want to be.”

Jack stares incredulously at Ianto. “How can that be what you want?”

“It’s my job, Sir. I’ve never asked for anything more.”

“Fine, I’ll just fuck you and leave, shall I?”

Ianto turns into the wall and presents himself.

Jack finds himself shaking with anger and he feels the urge to just fuck Ianto into the wall and not give a damn.

 He leans in close, grips Ianto by the hips and whispers in his ear.

“Take care, Ianto.”

He feels the hitch in Ianto’s body before he turns and walks away.