A Pale Reflection of a Broken Soul [1/8]
Title: A Pale Reflection of a Broken Soul [1/8]
Author: lovin_torture
Fandom: Torchwood [Spoilers for the end of Season 2]
Pairing/character: Jack/Ianto, Gray/Ianto, John/Ianto, John Hart, Gwen Cooper[Williams], Jack Harkness
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 17,028
Kink/Warning: Rape, non con, torture, bondage, drug use, blood play, Dom/Sub.
Disclaimer: The whole concept of Torchwood © the BBC and RTD. I'm just playing with the Characters in a non-profit context. The Title © Extol.
Notes: A whole lot of love and thanks to pylarwoman for plowing through this fic and giving it the beta treatment in such a short space of time, much appreciation and love to draw_yourworld for agreeing to and doing such awesome artwork when she obviously was only looking to do one for another Big Bang we worked together on and last but not least to wayoffbase for putting up with my bitching and giving me the ideas that helped to click everything into place. Without these three ladies I would have been a blubbering mess :) xo
Summary: Gray took over more than Jack’s life…..He took over the man with fire who refuses to believe he’s dead. But when Jack finally comes to save the day will his lover still be the same man he knew and loved or someone completely different…broken by his younger brother?
Artist: draw_yourworld :)
Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8
Finding out Jack was gone the first time was a bad enough blow but finding out he was buried alive under the foundations of Cardiff was excruciating. Part of me prayed that Jack was still alive; Owen and Tosh were already dead as this man who claimed to be Jack’s brother had had great pleasure in telling us. I’d heard Gwen crying, once he was gone, at the knowledge and all I’d been able to do was just lie there with my jacket under my head trying to come up with a way to stop this from happening. In the first few days we’d counted on John to help us, but after Gray figured out what he’d done with a ring he’d used me to reattach the explosives to his arm. Now there was just Gwen and me.
Thing was Gray wasn’t interested in Gwen like his brother was. He was fixated on me. In the beginning I’d asked John about Gray in the hopes that it would help, but instead all it did was make me even more afraid.
“From what I know, Eye Candy, whatever it was that tortured Gray was devious. They taught him torture techniques I never knew existed…”
“How do you know this?” Gwen asked from her cell in between the two of us.
“Let’s just say, to get the bomb on me, he demonstrated a lot.”
“Oh, please no! Both brothers? Seriously!”
“Hey, I had no choice, ok? You try getting some asshole not to attach some explosive to your arm when he’s fucking you!”
“So he’s gay?” Gwen asked hopefully.
“Sex is just sex to him, love….though he seems to have the tendency to lean towards guys, much like J….” he paused before he said Jack’s name, but we knew who he meant. John seemed to be taking his ex’s unknown demise as badly as me and Gwen put together.
“So it’s either you…..or Ianto he’ll target?” Gwen asked quietly, her hope disappearing.
“I can assure you, love, he’s had me once and doesn’t want me again.”
“Whoa, wait!” I said before he could go any further.
“He did say he wanted every part of Jack’s life, Eye Candy, and while you can try and deny it I‘d say you’re a pretty big part of it.”
I didn’t need to be facing him to know the look he was giving me. I wish I could be out of this cell to smack it off him.
“I am not letting that psychotic asshole touch me!” I yelled loud enough for both of them to hear though Gwen immediately jumped to his defence.
“He wasn’t saying that, Ianto! Were you, John?”
He didn’t reply to her question and I sighed as I pushed myself to sit upright.
“But yes, John, not that it’s any of your bloody business but Jack is a big part of my life and vice versa and I refuse to give up on him.”
“No-one is asking you to give up on him….but come on, Ianto, you are most likely our only chance to get out of here even if it means using his fixation on you to do it.”
The sound of footsteps silenced our rather heated conversation and I reluctantly leaned back on the bench, staring at the unconscious weevil at my feet, though the sound of the door opening caused me to look up. He was standing in the doorway with the gun in his steady grip, pointing it at me. In a knee jerk reaction my hands sprung up, staring at him as I waited for him to say something.
“Up.”
I swallowed but slowly got to my feet, keeping my gaze locked with his as though daring him to try and make a move. When I was standing before him he grabbed my arm in a tight grip and pulled me out of the cell, I could hear Gwen banging on the window of her cell trying to distract Gray so I could make a run for it. But it made no difference, his fingers clasped tightly into my shoulder as the gun pointed at her window.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Abruptly Gwen stopped her actions and retreated back to her bench, Gray puling me towards the door out of the cell block. His grip remained on me the whole time; we were walking up the stairs. I bit my lip as we got closer to the hub though when we entered I could hardly stop the horror from appearing on my face.
The computers had all been unplugged and smashed to pieces; congealing blood was in a trail covering the floor towards the autopsy bay like he had dragged a corpse down there to experiment on. I swallowed as he pushed me to keep moving through the blood, leaving indents on the floor from my shoes. As soon as this is over I’m going to throw them into a furnace.
He continued to push me until we got to the boardroom which seemed to have been transformed into a replica of Jack’s office, with a mock up of Tosh’s workstation as the centre. The large table was smashed to pieces in a corner, the chairs flung around, though what was on the plasma TV in the wall caught my attention even as my obsessive side made a list of things I would need to fix once this was over. It showed different views of the cells, from the outside corridors to inside each one as though make sure we hadn’t escaped. Fuck, for all I know he could have been eavesdropping on our conversation.
As soon as he got inside he shut the doors and slid a plank from the smashed table between the handles to lock us in. The gun fell to rest on his desk and I slowly put my hands down, watching him in case of any sudden movements.
At first he didn’t say anything though I could feel him pacing around me while my gaze remained on the ground, as though he was looking me over like a piece of ass he wanted to fuck, but there was no way I was going to let that happen. I refused to give up on Jack so easily.
“So what were you to Jack?” he finally asked, his gaze moving from my hips to my face. His voice lacked the usual tenderness I had come to associate with my lover.
“Professionally or personally?” I asked quietly.
“Personally? Really?” he said raising an eyebrow as his hand grazed over my ass, causing my whole body to stiffen. But regardless I nodded in response to his question.
“Hmmm, and here I was thinking he was a workaholic or….I don’t know….he favoured one of those two,” he said with a sly smirk, gesturing to the picture on the TV screen.
I closed my eyes and swallowed as his thumb traced a trail over my ass until it was practically following the seam of my pants between my ass cheeks.
“Though I have to admit he has good taste, and from what I can feel he’s trained you well.”
I bit back the many remarks I wanted to make even as I felt his thumb pushing hard between my ass cheeks through the material of my suit pants. Like he was trying to stimulate my opening until I was begging for him to fuck me. Not gonna happen….yet it still made my body unconsciously aroused. No, he’s not Jack!
“Yes….so very well trained. One implication of penetration inside you and you’re practically panting with anticipation.” He smirked.
“I’m not doing anything,” I denied, though he seemed to catch both meanings behind the statement as he narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, you will. Jack is gone…..thus making you mine.”
“I refuse to believe that. He’ll come back like he has many times before. And I am not and will never be yours,” I said, though it seemed to make him angry as his hands wrapped around my wrists, the dry skin of his palms scraping like a brick my own skin as he pushed them behind my back until my hands were resting in the small of my back.
“I will break you,” he hissed in my ear. “Break every bit of confidence you have in my brother until it’s nothing but shattered pieces where your soul used to be. And then you will be fucking begging me to fuck you. To stick my cock in your mouth, to fill you….to make you feel some kind of pleasure…..that will be all you know and the only reason for which you exist.”
His grip on my wrists tightened until I was practically hissing with pain at the uncomfortable position.
“And I’m going to love every minute of it.”
Pt 2
Author: lovin_torture
Fandom: Torchwood [Spoilers for the end of Season 2]
Pairing/character: Jack/Ianto, Gray/Ianto, John/Ianto, John Hart, Gwen Cooper[Williams], Jack Harkness
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 17,028
Kink/Warning: Rape, non con, torture, bondage, drug use, blood play, Dom/Sub.
Disclaimer: The whole concept of Torchwood © the BBC and RTD. I'm just playing with the Characters in a non-profit context. The Title © Extol.
Notes: A whole lot of love and thanks to pylarwoman for plowing through this fic and giving it the beta treatment in such a short space of time, much appreciation and love to draw_yourworld for agreeing to and doing such awesome artwork when she obviously was only looking to do one for another Big Bang we worked together on and last but not least to wayoffbase for putting up with my bitching and giving me the ideas that helped to click everything into place. Without these three ladies I would have been a blubbering mess :) xo
Summary: Gray took over more than Jack’s life…..He took over the man with fire who refuses to believe he’s dead. But when Jack finally comes to save the day will his lover still be the same man he knew and loved or someone completely different…broken by his younger brother?
Artist: draw_yourworld :)
Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8
Finding out Jack was gone the first time was a bad enough blow but finding out he was buried alive under the foundations of Cardiff was excruciating. Part of me prayed that Jack was still alive; Owen and Tosh were already dead as this man who claimed to be Jack’s brother had had great pleasure in telling us. I’d heard Gwen crying, once he was gone, at the knowledge and all I’d been able to do was just lie there with my jacket under my head trying to come up with a way to stop this from happening. In the first few days we’d counted on John to help us, but after Gray figured out what he’d done with a ring he’d used me to reattach the explosives to his arm. Now there was just Gwen and me.
Thing was Gray wasn’t interested in Gwen like his brother was. He was fixated on me. In the beginning I’d asked John about Gray in the hopes that it would help, but instead all it did was make me even more afraid.
“From what I know, Eye Candy, whatever it was that tortured Gray was devious. They taught him torture techniques I never knew existed…”
“How do you know this?” Gwen asked from her cell in between the two of us.
“Let’s just say, to get the bomb on me, he demonstrated a lot.”
“Oh, please no! Both brothers? Seriously!”
“Hey, I had no choice, ok? You try getting some asshole not to attach some explosive to your arm when he’s fucking you!”
“So he’s gay?” Gwen asked hopefully.
“Sex is just sex to him, love….though he seems to have the tendency to lean towards guys, much like J….” he paused before he said Jack’s name, but we knew who he meant. John seemed to be taking his ex’s unknown demise as badly as me and Gwen put together.
“So it’s either you…..or Ianto he’ll target?” Gwen asked quietly, her hope disappearing.
“I can assure you, love, he’s had me once and doesn’t want me again.”
“Whoa, wait!” I said before he could go any further.
“He did say he wanted every part of Jack’s life, Eye Candy, and while you can try and deny it I‘d say you’re a pretty big part of it.”
I didn’t need to be facing him to know the look he was giving me. I wish I could be out of this cell to smack it off him.
“I am not letting that psychotic asshole touch me!” I yelled loud enough for both of them to hear though Gwen immediately jumped to his defence.
“He wasn’t saying that, Ianto! Were you, John?”
He didn’t reply to her question and I sighed as I pushed myself to sit upright.
“But yes, John, not that it’s any of your bloody business but Jack is a big part of my life and vice versa and I refuse to give up on him.”
“No-one is asking you to give up on him….but come on, Ianto, you are most likely our only chance to get out of here even if it means using his fixation on you to do it.”
The sound of footsteps silenced our rather heated conversation and I reluctantly leaned back on the bench, staring at the unconscious weevil at my feet, though the sound of the door opening caused me to look up. He was standing in the doorway with the gun in his steady grip, pointing it at me. In a knee jerk reaction my hands sprung up, staring at him as I waited for him to say something.
“Up.”
I swallowed but slowly got to my feet, keeping my gaze locked with his as though daring him to try and make a move. When I was standing before him he grabbed my arm in a tight grip and pulled me out of the cell, I could hear Gwen banging on the window of her cell trying to distract Gray so I could make a run for it. But it made no difference, his fingers clasped tightly into my shoulder as the gun pointed at her window.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Abruptly Gwen stopped her actions and retreated back to her bench, Gray puling me towards the door out of the cell block. His grip remained on me the whole time; we were walking up the stairs. I bit my lip as we got closer to the hub though when we entered I could hardly stop the horror from appearing on my face.
The computers had all been unplugged and smashed to pieces; congealing blood was in a trail covering the floor towards the autopsy bay like he had dragged a corpse down there to experiment on. I swallowed as he pushed me to keep moving through the blood, leaving indents on the floor from my shoes. As soon as this is over I’m going to throw them into a furnace.
He continued to push me until we got to the boardroom which seemed to have been transformed into a replica of Jack’s office, with a mock up of Tosh’s workstation as the centre. The large table was smashed to pieces in a corner, the chairs flung around, though what was on the plasma TV in the wall caught my attention even as my obsessive side made a list of things I would need to fix once this was over. It showed different views of the cells, from the outside corridors to inside each one as though make sure we hadn’t escaped. Fuck, for all I know he could have been eavesdropping on our conversation.
As soon as he got inside he shut the doors and slid a plank from the smashed table between the handles to lock us in. The gun fell to rest on his desk and I slowly put my hands down, watching him in case of any sudden movements.
At first he didn’t say anything though I could feel him pacing around me while my gaze remained on the ground, as though he was looking me over like a piece of ass he wanted to fuck, but there was no way I was going to let that happen. I refused to give up on Jack so easily.
“So what were you to Jack?” he finally asked, his gaze moving from my hips to my face. His voice lacked the usual tenderness I had come to associate with my lover.
“Professionally or personally?” I asked quietly.
“Personally? Really?” he said raising an eyebrow as his hand grazed over my ass, causing my whole body to stiffen. But regardless I nodded in response to his question.
“Hmmm, and here I was thinking he was a workaholic or….I don’t know….he favoured one of those two,” he said with a sly smirk, gesturing to the picture on the TV screen.
I closed my eyes and swallowed as his thumb traced a trail over my ass until it was practically following the seam of my pants between my ass cheeks.
“Though I have to admit he has good taste, and from what I can feel he’s trained you well.”
I bit back the many remarks I wanted to make even as I felt his thumb pushing hard between my ass cheeks through the material of my suit pants. Like he was trying to stimulate my opening until I was begging for him to fuck me. Not gonna happen….yet it still made my body unconsciously aroused. No, he’s not Jack!
“Yes….so very well trained. One implication of penetration inside you and you’re practically panting with anticipation.” He smirked.
“I’m not doing anything,” I denied, though he seemed to catch both meanings behind the statement as he narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, you will. Jack is gone…..thus making you mine.”
“I refuse to believe that. He’ll come back like he has many times before. And I am not and will never be yours,” I said, though it seemed to make him angry as his hands wrapped around my wrists, the dry skin of his palms scraping like a brick my own skin as he pushed them behind my back until my hands were resting in the small of my back.
“I will break you,” he hissed in my ear. “Break every bit of confidence you have in my brother until it’s nothing but shattered pieces where your soul used to be. And then you will be fucking begging me to fuck you. To stick my cock in your mouth, to fill you….to make you feel some kind of pleasure…..that will be all you know and the only reason for which you exist.”
His grip on my wrists tightened until I was practically hissing with pain at the uncomfortable position.
“And I’m going to love every minute of it.”
Pt 2