Fic- His Captain and His Angel 22/22

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: His Captain and His Angel 22/22

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. Well, this is the last one. Thank you so much to everybody who's been following this and I hope you've all enjoyed it! Comments please!

 

 

Ianto pulled back and looked up at his mam. “Mam, I’ve gotta go now,” he whispered. He kissed her cheek, then pulled back. He returned to the corridor where Jack was waiting for him.

“Jack, do you think I should go home?”

“Yeah. I think you should go home and make it up with your da.”

Ianto bit his lip. “Will you take me?”

“Yes, of course. Come on.”

They returned to Jack’s car. In the car, Ianto found himself running over the things he’d said to his da. He’d been a disobedient brat. He’d been ungrateful. He…they hadn’t understood each other. They never had.

When he heard the sirens, his blood went cold. He knew somehow. He knew.

When they reached the house, there was one ambulance outside and his sister was standing by the door, her hand held to her mouth. Jack stopped the car and Ianto leapt out and legged it over to Rhiannon.

“Rhi? Da, where’s Da?”

Her arm shot out, grasped him by the shoulders and pulled him close. “Ianto, oh God, Ianto, he’s…he’s had a heart attack.”

Ianto stared at the ambulance. The doors were shut and the sirens were silent. He knew. His da was dead.

He held himself stiffly and watched as the ambulance drove his da’s dead body away. Da had died thinking he hated him. Ianto had messed up and there was nothing he could do about it.

                                                            * * *

Jack watched Ianto with an ache in his chest. To lose his da, so young and after such a bad time with him. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

A hand touched his back. “Jack,” whispered a familiar voice.

Jack turned and there was Ianto, his Ianto. Jack put his arm around him and hugged him tight. “Ianto, god, I’m so sorry about your da.”

Ianto pulled back. “Yeah.”

“And after the fight you had and…”

“It’s okay, Jack. I…went to see him. Just now. We…made up.” He glanced across at his younger self. “I just won’t know I did for five years.”

Jack glanced at the younger Ianto too. “We’d better get you away from here. It’s not going to be good if your younger self spots you.”

“Yeah.”

Rhiannon went back into the house but Ianto stayed where he was.

“Get in the car,” hissed Jack. “He can’t see you.”

Ianto scrambled to get in the car as he spotted his younger self walking towards Jack.

Jack stepped towards him in the hope Ianto wouldn’t see his older self.

“Jack, my da,”

Jack hugged him. “I know, kiddo. I’m so sorry.”

“Take me away, Jack. I want to go with you. Take me to Cardiff, please.”

“No. I can’t. You’ve got to stay here. Look after your sister, yeah?”

Ianto shook his head. “I don’t belong here.” He pushed past Jack. “Please, I’ve got to get out of here.” He stopped, staring at the car.

“Shit. Jack,” breathed Ianto from the car.

Younger Ianto stared between the two of them, eyes wide, then collapsed. Jack leapt forwards and caught hold of him before he hit the floor. He was out cold.

He glanced at Ianto in the car. He was also out cold.

“Well, the memories aren’t going to be a problem.” He slipped an arm under Ianto’s shoulders and carried him back towards the house.

He knocked on the door. Rhiannon answered, her face red and wet. “Ianto?”

“He’s all right,” said Jack. “Shock, I think. He just needs to rest.”

“Who are you?”

“I was just passing.” He carried Ianto into the house and settled Ianto on the sofa.

Rhiannon didn’t seem to know what to do. She hovered, clenching and unclenching her hands.

“Thank you…erm…for helping.”

Jack smiled at her. “No problem. Take care.” He took one last look at Ianto, then left. Ianto would be left with nothing more than fuzzy memories of Jack and he wouldn’t remember seeing himself. Minor paradoxes were good for something.

He returned to the car and drove away. After a little while, Ianto stirred and sat up straight.

“Jack, what…”

“You feeling okay?”

“We need to go home.”

“We’ll go to the park. Move forward from there. What happened with John?”

“I…I went to him then…I…I think…” He grinned suddenly. “I shot him in the other knee.”

Jack started to laugh. “Attaboy!”

Ianto laughed. “He won’t be coming after me again.”

Jack sighed. “Shame he has nanobots, otherwise he’d never run after anyone again.”

Ianto hit his shoulder lightly. “Jack, that’s terrible.”

“After what he’s done to you, he deserves everything he gets.”

Ianto shrugged.

They reached the park, got out of the car and Jack pressed the right buttons. Ianto put his hand on Jack’s arm and they disappeared into the future together.

                                                            * * *

It was the same exact time they had left 2008. Ianto’s car stood there outside the gates, waiting for them. They got in and Ianto drove them home.

Jack wanted to talk but he didn’t know how to start. What he really wanted was Ianto to talk to him.

“I remember you, Jack,” Ianto said.

Jack looked at him. “Remember me?”

“Yes. I met you when I was ten. You…you found out my mam was inside my orb.”

“Um.”

Ianto smiled. “And I met you when I was fourteen. You kept a rather close eye on me.”

Jack laughed. “Well, you were possessed by an alien.”

Ianto’s brow creased. “And engaging in some rather naughty behaviour.”

“Yeah. Ianto…I know your dad belted you.”

Ianto’s frown deepened. “Just…twice. Jack, it wasn’t… He didn’t…spank me a lot. He didn’t.”

“How many times?”

Ianto shrugged. “He smacked me on the bum a few times as a kid. That’s not abnormal.”

“And?”

Ianto shifted a bit. “And he used the hairbrush on me once, when I got caught nicking. But…that was…I’m glad he did that. It made it better afterwards.”

“And he belted you twice?”

“He…Jack, I didn’t understand then, but…I do now. He…I must have scared him so much, not eating. It was days sometimes. You know how I am.”

“Yeah. I know but…Ianto, you were so upset after he belted you. Don’t you…I mean, when I’ve…spanked you, does it make you feel like that?”

Ianto didn’t answer for a while, then he pulled up by the side of the road, switched the engine off and looked at Jack.

“If…if you made me feel bad, I wouldn’t be sticking around. I don’t need anyone to control me. You’ve never made me feel like that, Jack. You…you make me feel good.”

Jack reached out and held onto Ianto’s hand. “Do I?”

Ianto dropped his eyes and nodded. “Yeah.” He squeezed Jack’s hand. “I…when I went to see my da before he…asked if you’d looked after me.”

“What did you say?”

Ianto smiled, still not quite looking at Jack. “Always. You always look after me, Jack.” He tipped his head up and met Jack’s lips in a soft kiss. “Always.”

Jack put his arm around him and held him tight. “I always will.”

                                                            * * *

It was one week after the funeral. Ianto had existed in a daze. His sister had fussed her way through the week, fussing over Ianto as much as she fussed over little David, who didn’t quite get what was going on.

The house was being sold. Ianto didn’t want it. The money was to be split between him and Rhiannon. Ianto wanted to get away. He had money in his bank account and he’d handed in his notice at work. He wasn’t sticking around. There was nothing here for him anymore. He was going to London. He’d found a bed-sit and he was going to get a job and get away from everything.

The house was almost empty. Rhiannon was going to finish off. Ianto had packed his belongings into his da’s car, which now belonged to him. All that was left to do was check his room one more time, then get going.

He dragged himself up the stairs and into his bedroom. It was empty now. His desk had gone to Rhiannon’s house, for David to use. As he looked at the space where it had been, he thought about bending over it and getting that spanking. The last thing Da had done to him, for him. He swallowed hard. He’d messed up. He really had but, although he couldn’t make things right, he could go on and do the best he could with the rest of his life.

He turned back towards the door and stopped. His grandfather’s belt still hung on the back of his door. He lifted it down and held on tight to it.

He went downstairs, locked up the house and got in his car. He lay the belt on the passenger seat and set out for London.

                                                            * * *

Ianto lay down wearily. His time in the past felt like one unending day and he was exhausted. Jack was getting undressed. Ianto watched him for a moment, then closed his eyes.

“Sleepy?” Jack asked.

Ianto sighed. “Yeah.”

He felt Jack get into bed beside him. Jack leaned over, kissed Ianto on the mouth and tucked the covers up over him.

“I know how you feel. We’ve not exactly got much rest over the past few days, have we?”

Ianto yawned. “Not the past couple of weeks really.”

Jack settled down, stretching out his arms and sighing. “I might even sleep right the way through the night.”

Ianto shuffled over and rested his head on Jack’s bare shoulder. Jack carefully put his arm around him.

Ianto listened to Jack’s breathing slow down and even out. Ianto just lay there and let his thoughts drift. His memories were clear now, for the first time in his life. He remembered Jack, being there. The big man in the blue coat. He’d been that for him as a child and he could be that for him now, when he needed him to be.

His thoughts strayed to John and he shivered. He remembered each time he’d been with John during those days. He remembered most clearly when John had come to punish him. He shuddered and pressed his nose into Jack’s bare shoulder.

He’d searched for that warm feeling but it hadn’t come, not like with Jack. With Jack, there was always that warmth afterwards. Jack punished him, consensually, when Ianto needed it. He held Ianto close, spanked him firmly and soothed him afterwards. He didn’t do it for himself, like John had. He did it for Ianto. Being spanked by Jack was like being wrapped in his warm embrace. There was always that warmth. Always, without fail.

Jack knew what he needed. Ianto could never put it into words but he didn’t need to. Jack knew. And after seeing into Ianto’s past, he undoubtedly understood why more than he had before.

Ianto pressed a kiss to Jack’s shoulder and pressed himself as close as he could to Jack’s warmth. Jack turned into him.

“Okay?” Jack whispered.

Ianto kept his mouth against Jack’s skin and breathed in that warm scent. He smelled like home and like love.

Jack put his arm around his waist. Ianto reached for Jack’s hand and pushed it down to his backside. Jack settled his hand over Ianto’s cheeks for a moment, then pulled back and looked searchingly at him.

Ianto bit his lip and nodded. Jack knew what he needed.

Jack spread his hands over Ianto’s hips, then pushed down his boxer shorts so his bottom was bare. Ianto wriggled the rest of the way out of them. Jack looped an arm around Ianto’s waist and lifted him. Ianto found himself lying on top of Jack, their naked bodies in full contact with each other. Jack pushed away the blankets so they were both bare. But Ianto wasn’t cold. He had Jack’s warmth.

Jack ran his hand over Ianto’s buttocks, kneading gently. Ianto wriggled against him, anxious to get on with it. Jack grinned at him.

“Patience,” he scolded gently.

Ianto tried hard to stop wriggling but his legs still twitched. Jack smiled indulgently at him.

“Wriggly bottom.”

Ianto grinned. “My legs are wriggling, not my bottom.”

Jack smirked at him. “It will be in a minute.”

Ianto shivered in anticipation. Jack put his other arm around Ianto’s waist, holding him close. He raised his hand and Ianto tensed in anticipation. Jack rubbed his thumb across the small of Ianto’s back.

“Relax,” he whispered.

Ianto forced himself to relax against Jack. Jack brought his hand down across both Ianto’s cheeks with a sharp smack. Ianto heard the noise echo round the room and felt the sting warm his bottom. Jack brought his hand down again and within a few seconds, he’d fallen into a spanking rhythm. Ianto felt his skin become warm and tender under Jack’s firm smacks.

Ianto focused on the embrace of Jack’s strong arms as he was spanked. He didn’t quite know why he needed this but it didn’t seem to matter. Jack gave it to him. That was all that mattered.

Jack kept spanking him and Ianto found himself straining against him. Jack knew just how to spank him, so that he felt hot and tender but never bruised and never felt bad afterwards.

Jack’s smacks rained down on Ianto’s bottom and Ianto felt himself begin to arch and twist and wriggle on top of Jack. Jack took hold of Ianto by his hip and laid four very hard smacks on each cheek, then stopped, his large hand resting across Ianto’s hot bottom.

Ianto wriggled and pressed his face to Jack’s neck. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Jack rubbed his bottom with firm but gentle strokes. It hurt and soothed at the same time. Jack kissed him and Ianto grinned into his shoulder. He felt warm all over.

                                                            * * *

It had been two weeks since Ianto and Jack’s trip into the past. Everything had returned to normal. Ianto had returned to normal, except that his ear was still pierced. Ianto didn’t wear his earring.

Jack had found himself spending most nights with Ianto and Ianto seemed glad to have him there.

It was late at night when Ianto suddenly got up out of bed and crossed to his wardrobe. Jack, who hadn’t been sleeping, sat up.

“Ianto? You okay?”

Ianto turned with something in his hands. Jack shuffled down to the end of the bed and looked. It was a black leather belt. Jack recognised it as one Ianto had asked him to use before. It was his grandfather’s belt.

“I…asked you to use it when I needed it, before.”

“Yeah. You did. You still want that?”

Ianto swallowed and nodded. “Yeah. But…can you…hang it on the door, where I can see it for…always?”

Jack took it from him, kissed him and got up. He could feel Ianto watching him as he crossed to the door and hung it on the hook there. He knew what this was about. They’d talked about it.

He returned to Ianto and looked sternly at him. “Now, listen to me, young man. That belt is going to stay there to remind you what happens to naughty boys.”

Ianto swallowed and pressed himself into Jack. Jack put his arm around him and kissed his brow. “It’s there to remind you that you can always count on me to spank you when you need it, my boy.”

Ianto smiled and rested his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah. Thank you, Jack. My Captain.”