Promises
Title: Promises
Author: Jooles34
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: 18
Warnings: Non-con
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood
Prompt: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Post-Cyberwoman. "I think it's about time you gave me what you've been offering since the day we first met. Get on your knees!" Written for dark_fest
Beta: Huge thanks to themortalpoet and angelkitty101 for beta-ing and hand-holding while I panicked my way through this one.
Ianto heard the knock on his door and knew who it was without looking. Only one person would have a knock that self assured at a time like this.
Three hours had passed since he had been sent from the Hub. He had returned home and stripped off his clothes into a plastic bag for burning, before stepping into a scalding hot shower.
He had stood under the water until it had turned cold. Then, he had dried, dressed himself smartly in a new suit and moved to the sofa to wait. He stared unseeing at the wall, counting down the time in his head.
Jack would order Owen to remove the bodies and dispose of them. No tricky autopsies today; all rather unnecessary. Tosh and Gwen would have received the command to dismantle the cyber unit. He imagined them carefully retaining any salvageable Torchwood equipment, but destroying every last shred of cyber technology.
Jack would have sat in his office, watching, waiting, brooding.
When they others were done he would have thanked them and sent them home. Then, and only then, would he have made sure he had a Webley full of bullets and a pocket full of retcon.
Ianto had already decided he would be taking the bullet. It’s not that he wanted to die, but he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to carry on as he was, and the idea of living any kind of existence without his memories was more than he could bear. They claimed that your mind filled in the blanks left by retcon, but the horror of forgetting was worse than the horror of dying.
Anyway, dying was an occupational hazard. This was just earlier than expected.
Ianto stood, smoothed down his suit and opened the door. He didn’t look at Jack, but turned and walked back into the room. He twisted his head enough that Jack would be able to hear him, but so Ianto could still keep his eyes averted.
“I don’t want the retcon. But I won’t put up a fight and I’ll come back to the Hub with you so you can kill me there. It will make cleaning up easier.”
“No.”
Jack’s voice was firm and hard and Ianto heard the front door shut behind him.
“We do this here.”
Ianto finally turned to look at him and gave a humourless quirk of a smile, noticing that Jack’s Webley was already in his hands and pointed at him.
“I brought Lisa into your house, so you bring this into mine. Very poetic Jack.”
“You catch on fast. I always liked that. Now come back over here and kneel.”
Jack’s voice was low and held a menace Ianto had not heard before. His blue eyes were ice cold and his face was hard, twisted into a scowl that didn’t suit his features.
Ianto held his gaze for a second longer, before nodding and walking to Jack. He lowered himself gracefully to his knees, but refused to drop his head. He kept his head high and steady, but to one side, staring past Jack’s thighs and fixing on the wall once more.
He felt the press of cold steel against his head and swallowed. But his eyes remained open.
“You played me. I’ve been around, I’ve met every type of person, seen every trick in the book; hell, I wrote most of them. But I have to admit, you were good. No one has ever sucked me in like you did.”
Ianto snorted, “It wasn’t exactly difficult. Bit of flirting, tight pair of trousers. It was easy. The suit getting you off more than the fuck-me jeans, that was unexpected though I’ll give you that.”
Ianto felt a flicker of satisfaction as the gun shook ever so slightly against his skin, betraying the increased strength of Jack’s rage. Jack spoke through clenched teeth.
“I will not be made a fool of.” The gun jabbed into his head, punctuating the sentence.
Then Ianto heard the click of the hammer being released and the gun was moved away from his head.
“But I’m not going to shoot you. It’s far too easy. You owe us, you owe me. And you are going to do exactly what I say. You may not be afraid to die but what I can do to you is far worse that dying. If I wanted to I could make you beg me for death; down on your knees, like you are now.
“But I want more from you than that, I want more than begging for death from you.” Ianto was still staring stoically at the wall, but he could hear a smile creep into Jack’s voice, “I think it's about time you gave me what you've been offering since the day we first met. Open your mouth”
Ianto looked up in horror, looking at Jack, meeting his eye.
“No…” he started to say, shaking his head.
“It’s a bit late for that Ianto. You’ve used your body to taunt me for months; practically offering yourself to me on a plate, only to snatch it away again at the last minute. Your body has been making promises to me, and I don’t care if you never had any intention to keep them, I’m going to make you.”
Jack lowered his zip and pulled out his cock with one hand. He grabbed a handful of Ianto’s hair, pushing his head towards his groin. He held it firmly, knowing the grip had to hurt, and started moving his hand up and down his length, bringing him to full hardness.
“I said open.”
“No.” Ianto said again. “I won’t.”
“Oh yes you will.” The hand unknotted itself from Ianto’s hair and instead gripped him firmly under the chin. Jack’s large hand wrapped around his jaw and strong fingers pressed into his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. Ianto tried to resist, but the soft flesh inside his mouth mashed painfully against his teeth and, tasting blood, his reflexes kicked in and Ianto’s mouth opened involuntarily.
Jack pushed his cock inside, keeping his grip on Ianto’s jaw and wrapping the other one in his hair again. Pain coursed round Ianto’s jaw and scalp and he gave up trying to fight his muscle reflex and stretched his mouth to fully accommodate the intrusion. The hand in his hair forcibly guided his head, backwards and forwards, up and down Jack’s shaft.
“I know this can’t be your first time, so how about putting a little feeling into it? You can’t tell me I’ve discovered the one thing Ianto Jones isn’t good at? I don’t believe there’s anything that Ianto Jones isn’t good at. You practice everything don’t you Ianto? Well, if this really is your best work, then I’ll have to make sure we get a lot of practice in.”
Ianto’s chest and throat constricted as he battled with himself. He just wanted this to be over and he didn’t want it to happen again. Biting back a swell of self disgust that boiled in his stomach, Ianto hollowed his cheeks and sucked on the cock moving between his lips. He forced his tongue to flick and press at the hard flesh in his mouth, introducing all the tricks he knew to bring Jack off as quickly as possible.
He heard a dry laugh come from above him.
“I knew it, you are good at this. Well, maybe practice isn’t needed then. But I am definitely going to avail myself of this wonderful mouth at every opportunity.”
A sob finally wracked Ianto’s body; he couldn’t keep it in any longer. He squeezed his eyes tighter shut as tears leaked from them. Jack groaned in response.
“Oh god yes. That’s what I wanted Ianto, that’s what I needed.” The hand on his jaw let go and joined the other on his head. Ianto felt himself pushed even further forward, Jack’s cock burying itself further into his mouth. Jack started thrusting now, keeping Ianto’s head still. Ianto could feel the large swollen head hitting the back of his throat over and over again, each time a hair’s breadth away from forcing itself down too far and making him gag.
“Gods Ianto, I’ve waited so long to fuck you like this. Watching you walk around the Hub, teasing me, taunting me. Your suits, your pristine appearance and then that foul mouth when no one else was around. The looks, the smiles, the half voiced promises, the thinly veiled come-ons. All of it has had me wanting to fuck you for months. And this. Oh this is just the start Ianto Jones. This is just the start.”
Tears ran freely down Ianto’s face now, hanging heavy on his eyelashes. As each fresh sob forced its way up Ianto struggled not to choke on it around Jack’s cock. Jack’s pace started to become more erratic, his breathing heavier and, shame pooling in his stomach, Ianto increased his ministrations, trying to bring pleasure to Jack even quicker.
Suddenly one of Jack’s hands released his hair, and the other yanked his head back. At the same time Jack pulled his cock from Ianto’s mouth. Ianto gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, momentarily confused.
Then Jack came, ribbons of come shooting onto Ianto’s face, into his hair, splashing into his mouth. Ianto sobbed again, his humiliation complete.
Jack finished and without ado, tucked himself back into his trousers.
“You are suspended for a month. I will be back tomorrow night. Be ready for me.”
Without another word he let himself out, slamming the door behind him.
Ianto was left kneeling with his head finally bowed. Come dripped down his face, mixing with tears, as his own erection throbbed painfully in the confines of his suit.