Fic- His Captain and His Angel 1/22

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Title: His Captain and His Angel 1/22

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!

 
          

Ianto didn’t know exactly what to say when he walked into his kitchen and saw the man standing there. His first instinct was to swear, closely followed by the desire to demand some answers. So, he efficiently combined his two instincts.

“What the fucking hell are you doing here?”

The man gave him a big grin and swayed his hips. “Eye Candy! Fancy that orgy?”

“Get out of my house.”

Captain John Hart pouted. “Aww, you’re no fun.”

Ianto reached inside his jacket and pulled his gun. “Get out before I hurt you.”

“Now, look…” John began, irritation beginning to show in his voice.

Ianto kept his gun trained on John. “You’re a murderer. You kill people just for fun. Last time you were here, you left us with a big mess to clean up. You hurt Jack.”

“He fell off a building…”

“You pushed him off,” interrupted Ianto.

“Yeah, whatever. The point is, he survived.” John smirked and came closer. “That really is a neat trick. Hey, what’s resurrection-fucking like?”

Ianto cocked his gun. “Get out.”

John didn’t seem to care about the gun. He came closer and reached out for Ianto. “Jack’s a good lay but nothing compared to me. I could make you scream my name. I could make you forget his name, his face, his touch under mine. I could make you think of only me in every dream and every fantasy.”

Ianto pushed his gun into John’s chest as John reached out to caress his face. “You dare touch me and I’ll pull the trigger.”

John pulled away and laughed. “Aww, Eye Candy! You’re smitten! Bless!”

Ianto scowled. “What do you want? Why are you here?”

John put his head on one side, considering Ianto. “I’ll be honest with you, Eye Candy. I want you. Of course, the ideal would be to fuck you at the same time as Jack fucks me but Jack isn’t here so I’ll settle for fucking you.”

Ianto stared at him, unable to believe what he was hearing. He didn’t reply.

John grinned. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Listen to that voice inside. Lower the gun and I’ll take hold of you and fuck you against that wall.”

Ianto lowered his gun.

John grinned, his eyes sparkling.

Ianto shot him in the kneecap.

“Ow! Fuck, you little…” John hopped about Ianto’s kitchen, clutching his bloody leg.

Ianto smirked. “I warned you.”

“You’ve lost your chance now.”

Ianto raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?” 

John stormed towards Ianto so quickly that Ianto didn’t have chance to pull up his gun. John grabbed him by the collar and got right in his face.

“You may be Jack’s fuck toy now but believe me, before you know it, you’ll be mine.” He paused and smirked. “And the very first thing I’ll do is punish you for what you’ve done today.”

Ianto kept his face straight and stoic. He wasn’t going to let John see any weakness. No, none whatsoever.

John reached up and stroked Ianto’s cheek. “Such a pretty little boy.”

Ianto jerked away from him and raised his gun. “You really don’t learn, do you?”

John stepped back, grinning all over his stupid smug face. “Oh, just you wait, Eye Candy, ‘cause I always get what I want.” His eyes flitted over Ianto one last time, then he slapped his wriststrap and disappeared.

Alone again, Ianto stood absolutely still for almost a minute. Then he let out a heavy breath and sat down on the floor. His gun clattered onto the tiles and he put his head in his hands and tried not to shake.

                                                * * *

Jack whistled as he strolled down Ianto’s garden path and let himself into the house with the key Ianto had given him. The house was quiet. Jack slipped his boots off and lined them up in the hall like Ianto always insisted. He kept his coat on, because Ianto’s house was absolutely freezing. Jack turned the heating up, then went upstairs to find Ianto.

It was late and he was certain Ianto would be in bed by now. He’d sent him home a few hours ago, to have a nice relaxing evening off. Of course, as usual, he was sure Ianto wouldn’t be asleep yet. He almost always stayed awake, waiting for Jack.

Jack opened Ianto’s bedroom door quietly, just in case Ianto was asleep, and sneaked inside. The lights were off but when Jack turned towards the bed, he saw Ianto, sitting up on his bed, still fully dressed. Jack frowned. Ianto was hugging his knees and staring down at the bedspread.

“Ianto? What’s up? You should be in bed already.”

Ianto looked up and Jack cupped his cheek with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. Ianto’s eyes were wide and fearful, though not crying.

“I…had a visitor,” Ianto whispered.

Jack sat beside him on the bed and put an arm around him. “Who?” His voice was quiet, gentle.

Ianto turned his face into Jack’s coat and breathed him in for a moment, rubbing his cheek against the roughness of Jack’s coat.

Then he pulled back, though gripped a handful of Jack’s coat tightly. “John,” he said.

“John? John who?”

“Captain John Hart.”

Jack frowned. “Oh.” There was a long silence and Ianto could see Jack was battling to keep calm.

Eventually, he spoke with an air of trying to sound flippant. “You know that’s not his real name.”

“Well, Captain Jack Harkness isn’t your real name either, is it?” Ianto snapped, pulling away from Jack’s embrace.

Jack bit his lip.

Ianto sighed. “Sorry, I’m just…he’s got me rattled.”

“Why?” Jack’s panic came out in full force. “What did he do? Did he hurt you?”

Ianto shook his head. “Threatened me.” He smiled a little. “I hurt him, though. Shot him in the knee.”

Jack let out a breath, then grinned. “That’s my boy!”

Ianto smiled a little and let Jack put his arm around him again.

“What did he say?” Jack asked, worry still putting tension in his voice and body.

Ianto looked away. He wasn’t sure he wanted Jack to know this. He didn’t want to worry him.

He shrugged. “He just wanted me to go with him somewhere.”

Jack stood, put his hands on his hips and looked sternly at Ianto. “You said he threatened you. What exactly did he say?”

“Just…that he’d punish me for refusing him…and for shooting him in the kneecap, I suppose.”

Jack smiled a little at the wry way Ianto spoke but his eyes showed his worry. “He’s not the type to give up easily, Ianto.”

Ianto looked down. “Like you, I suppose.”

Jack reached out and stroked Ianto’s hair. “Yeah. Ianto, listen, tell me if anything happens, anything at all.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, anything out of the ordinary. If he wants you, he’s going to try very hard to get you.”

Ianto swallowed. “Yeah. Suppose you’re right.”            

“Of course I’m right. I’m always right.”

“Always cocky, I think you’ll find.”

Jack looked down at his own crotch. “Well, now that you mention it…” he said with a typical Jack grin.

Ianto smiled affectionately and reached out for Jack. Jack came closer and Ianto pressed his face to Jack’s firm, warm stomach.

“I’m so tired,” he murmured.

Jack wrapped the edges of his coat around Ianto and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “I know. Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.” He stroked Ianto’s hair. “Time for bed now.”

Ianto looked up at him gratefully. Jack kissed him softly on the mouth, then they stood and got ready for bed together.

In bed, Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto, holding him as close as he could, and worried. He knew John well. He knew almost everything about him and he knew, if he’d set his mind on having Ianto then it would not matter what he had to do. He wouldn’t care who he had to injure, maim or kill. He wouldn’t care who he had to charm, fuck or kill. He would keep on trying until he possessed Ianto or had broken him.

Ianto lay still and quiet, taking comfort in Jack’s solid presence. But he could feel Jack’s worry and he knew something had begun, something which wouldn’t be stopped by any amount of bullets to John’s kneecap.