branwen_blaidd | Fic- The Captain and the Boy 33/65

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.

As Ianto approached Stuart’s front door, he remembered the first time he’d been brought here. Fourteen years old, alone and frightened. Stuart’s hand on his arm, fingerprint bruises on his skin.

The door was ajar. Holding his breath, Ianto pushed it open and walked inside. He shuddered as stepped into the entrance hall. Stuart pressing him against that wall to fuck him for the first time. Stuart’s hand hard on the back of his head, forcing his mouth into the wall.

Ianto blinked hard and continued to walk down the hall. The living room door was firmly shut. He pushed it open and the most awful smell hit him. It choked him, a rotten smell crawling down his throat.

He held his hand over his nose and mouth and moved forwards. He entered the living room and there, on the floor, was Stuart’s bruised and bloody body. The corpse was wriggling with maggots and the face was barely recognisable as the man Ianto had feared for ten years.

Ianto swallowed hard. He really was dead, gone forever. Somebody had beaten him to death. It was what he deserved. Ianto swallowed. What kind of person was he to think those thoughts?

He forced his mind away and went through to Stuart’s bedroom. The bed filled most of the room. Stuart’s strength forcing him down onto the bed, inside him, hurting him. Ianto turned away from the bed, forcing away his memories of that second visit here. He turned to the bedside table, on which sat a wooden box. He opened it.

Inside, there was jewellery, watches and photographs. Ianto knew his own photographs were, photographs of him being punished over the years. He didn’t look for them. Instead, he looked for his necklace. He didn’t care about anything else. He found it and returned it to his neck where it belonged.

He returned to the living room. Stuart’s body was rotting. It had to have been there for a few days at least. Ianto edged a little closer. He wondered who had finally killed Stuart. It was either a powerful person or a very brave person. A thought flashed through his head but it wasn’t clear enough for him to put into words.

Something large jerked towards him.

Ianto jerked backwards in fright, then stopped. He held still and watched. Amongst the ordinary white maggots, there was something else. Something blue. It clung to the body, wriggling. He watched it. It was like a maggot but far larger and bright blue. It settled on Stuart’s rotting neck and fed on his stinking flesh.

Ianto shuddered. That wasn’t from this planet. No way.

Ianto took out his mobile and toyed with it. Torchwood should know about this. But he didn’t want to talk to Jack. He smiled. He would call Owen.

He dialled the number and listened, chewing his lip, as the call connected.

“Hello?” Owen’s voice was reassuringly normal.

Ianto took a deep breath. “Hi, it’s Ianto.”

There was a moment of silence, then Owen talked in a low voice. “You all right? Jack’s in a right mood. He’s pissed that Suzie let you go.”

“Yeah, I’m all right. Listen, there’s something weird here, like alien.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s our business! Where are you?”

Ianto gave the address and Owen agreed to come right over.

Ianto waited in the kitchen. He’d never been in here before and the smell wasn’t so bad here. He held onto his necklace tightly.

Owen arrived with bluster and much swearing. “Bloody hell. What a fucking stink!”

This announced his arrival in the flat and Ianto went out to meet him. He led him into the living room and watched his reaction.

Owen gaped as his eyes ran over the body. “Who is it?”

“Stuart,” said Ianto. “My ex-pimp.”

“Oh.” Owen looked sideways at him. “You didn’t kill him, did you?”

“No. ‘Course not. Whoever did had guts.”

“Yeah, and spilt Stuart’s.” He held his sleeve over his mouth and moved forwards to peer at the body. Ianto followed cautiously.

“Where’s the alien then?”

Ianto pointed. “There. Look. The blue thing.”

Owen wrinkled his nose. “Ew. Yeah, that’s alien all right. Gross.”

Ianto went closer, but stayed behind Owen. It wasn’t really the alien which was making him nervous. His mind knew that Stuart was dead but his reflexes were telling him that he might have to run. “What is it?”

“It’s a Malen maggot. Funny though.”

“What’s funny?”

“Well, it’s odd, is all. Their saliva is poisonous and they start eating their victim is alive and continue once they’re dead. So Malens use them to kill people they don’t want around anymore.”

“So a Malen has murdered Stuart?” Ianto asked, frowning. It didn’t feel like the answer.

Owen shrugged. “Maybe. Or someone who had access to the maggot. Or maybe the maggot just got here by accident. Plenty of alien life hanging about this city, you know.” He sighed. “Either way, we need to get that body back to the hub.” He looked at Ianto.

“You coming?”

Ianto looked away. “I don’t think…”

“Oh, come on. Jack’s just being protective.”

Ianto looked back at Owen. “I feel like a prisoner in there. Everybody watching me all the time. And I don’t think Suzie wants me there.”

“Suzie?! What’s she said? Oh, whatever she’s said, just ignore her. She talks through her arse.”

Ianto smiled a little, then looked away.

Owen nudged his arm. “Come on. I need your help, mate.”

Ianto sighed, then nodded. “Okay, I’ll come.”