Fic: Interrogation Techniques (Torchwood Jack/Ianto - NC17 Time Verse)
Title: Interrogation Techniques
Author: magikalrhiannon
Beta: kajmere
Fandom: Torchwood AU
Verse: Time Verse
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: All up to Season 2 Ep 11 Adrift
Summary: Martha sent Ianto a UNIT red beret at Jack's request. Ianto makes use of it.
Word Count: 4043
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
You will need to read Adrift In Time for this to make any sense.
Follows Return To Torchwood Three
Jack waved as everyone filed out of the office. He checked his wrist strap. It was 6pm. Well, it wasn't too bad. He sighed. Ianto hadn't returned from the viewing he'd gone to that afternoon. They were still searching for the right location to turn into their new home, and it was agreed that Ianto would do the initial viewing, and if it passed his first glance, being that he was the fussier of the two of them, then he would bring Jack in for a second viewing before they signed on the dotted line. Jack wondered if they would ever find anything that passed Ianto's first glance.
He turned away from the doorway and walked back to his desk. He was sorting through papers when he felt the nuzzle of a gun at the base of his skull. His heart stopped for a second. How the fuck did they get in? How did they get in without him hearing them? he wondered. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Ianto was going to kill him.
“Do not move unless I tell you to, do not speak unless I tell you to. Understood? Nod your head,” a gravelly voice told him. Jack's breath returned. He recognised that voice. He frowned but nodded his compliance. What the hell? “Now. You're going to put all of your weapons, one by one, on the desk in front of you. Slowly.” When Jack didn't move, the nuzzle pressed more firmly. “Now.”
Jack slowly flicked the strap of leather that held his gun inside it's holster and removed it from his hip. His mind ran at a million miles an hour. His eyes darted around the room, trying to work out ways that he could escape his predicament without harming his captor.
“Empty the clip first,” came the demand from behind. Jack did as he was told. “Put them on the desk.” He did so. “Put your hands on the desk and spread your legs.” Jack leaned forward, his hands landing on the desk and spread his legs a little. “Wider.” He swallowed and spread them a little further. “Don't move.” A hand patted him down.
“I usually get dinner and a movie first,” Jack cracked when the hand felt around his arse.
“Shut your mouth.”
The hand moved around to his crotch. Jack stood upright and grabbed the wrist. “Now wait a second-”
“I said don't. Move,” the voice said in gritted teeth, the nuzzle of the gun against his pulse. Jack swallowed hard. “Hands on the table.” Jack closed his eyes for a moment, and resumed his position. The hand continued to pat him down. He was unarmed. “Right. Stand upright. Hands behind your back, thumbs up.”
“You won't get away with this,” Jack said as the handcuffs clicked into place, securing his hands behind his back.
“And I told you to shut your mouth.”
“Yeah, well, I was never good at taking orders,” Jack bit back.
“You'll learn. Move.” Jack was pushed in the back by the gun out of his office towards the stairs that led down to the rift reactor and the lower bowels of the Hub facility where the archives, cells, interrogation rooms and shooting range were. Jack was surprised when he was pushed into one of the interrogation rooms, and shoved into a seat. “Sit.”
“Can I get a drink of water, maybe a phone call?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.
“We're not the police. You don't get a phone call,” the voice hissed from behind him.
Suddenly the door to the room opened and Jack's head swung around. Standing there in the doorway, in a full dress uniform, complete with the red beret that Jack knew was from their closet, was his lover looking in at him sternly. Jack blinked and his mouth went dry. He swallowed hard over the lump in his throat and squirmed as his pants suddenly tightened. This was a sex game?
“Thank you, Lieutenant Jones. I'll take the questioning from here. See that we aren't disturbed.”
“Sir, yes, yes!” Jack looked over his shoulder and saw Martha, dressed in full black swat uniform, red beret perched on her own head, her back ramrod straight as she saluted Ianto. The heels of her military issue boots thumped together before she marched out of the room, but Jack caught the wink she gave Ianto as she passed him.
Jack was impressed by Ianto. He didn't lose one iota of the character he was playing, just shut the door behind her. He had an air of authority about him, and Jack automatically sat up straighter once they were alone in the room. He couldn't help but remember other times when he had alien suspects in here, questioning them. He wondered what his 'crime' would be.
“So, what am I in for?” Jack asked as he leered smugly, trying to relax. “Illicit flirting?”
Ianto raised an eyebrow but said nothing, just marched to the other end of the room, his hands clasped together behind his back. Jack squirmed in his seat. His own hands were hanging down behind the back of the chair, as Martha had left him handcuffed.
“For the record, please state your name,” Ianto started.
“You know my name.”
Ianto turned and gave him a level look. “Are you hard of hearing or purposely being obtuse? I am being polite for now, sir, but do not test my patience as you will not like the consequences.” He paused briefly. “For the record, please state your name.”
“Captain Jack Harkness.” Jack sighed. “Torchwood number 474316134.”
Ianto remained where he was. “Date of birth?”
“That's classified.”
“I can assure you, Captain Harkness, I have the highest ranking in UNIT. There's no level of classification I do not have access to.”
Jack smirked. “Queen Elizabeth herself doesn't have the authority for that information. Next question?”
“Date of birth,” Ianto repeated the question, more firmly than before.
“You'll have to do better than that.” Jack spread his legs in an effort to put Ianto off his game. It didn't work.
Ianto gave him an indulging smile and walked over to perch himself on the edge of the desk. “Captain Harkness. You seem to be under the impression that you have some semblance of choice as to what happens in this room.”
“What's my crime?” Jack asked, attempting to sound bored.
“Treason,” Ianto's eyes flashed.
Jack's head moved upright, and he sat up straight. “Excuse me?”
“Now, Captain, please state your date of birth.”
“I told you, it's classified.”
Ianto hummed. “That's because you don't have one do you? Not of our calendar. There's no record of you at all, is there, Captain Harkness? If that is even your real name.” Ianto gave him a smirk. “I would suspect not.” Jack watched as he stood up and walked behind Jack out of his view. Ianto leaned down and said against his ear, “We know about the sale of Torchwood secrets to alien races.”
“You have nothing,” Jack retorted confidently.
“Stand up.” Jack didn't move. “I said stand up,” Ianto demanded. Jack shivered and pushed up when he felt Ianto's hands on his arms, making sure his hands didn't get caught on the chair. Ianto kicked the chair out of the way. He pushed Jack back against the wall and stood in front of him. “Tell me again, how you didn't take artefacts from the archives and sell them to the highest bidder?” he said as he stepped into Jack's personal space, keeping his face completely devoid of emotion.
Jack swallowed hard. His cock strained against his pants at the sight of Ianto in the dress uniform, but add to that the confident and commanding Ianto? Jack wanted him. Now.
“You don't have a thing,” Jack repeated, his voice wavering.
“What's the matter, Captain?” Ianto asked him, and looked down. “Oh. I see.” Jack flushed. “Authority is a turn on, is it?” Ianto's eyebrow rose. “Interesting.” He backed away and Jack whimpered. “Take a look at the monitor in the corner, Captain.” Jack looked up and saw the monitor come to life. On it was CCTV footage of what looked like Jack exchanging an artefact from the archives with a blowfish for cash, and then walking away, like a common drug deal. The screen went black. “I have nothing, you said?” he asked as he turned back to look at Jack.
Jack gaped and struggled to point at the screen, frustrated that his arms were locked behind him. “That never happened!”
“Then how is it on film?”
“It's fake!” he growled.
Ianto's eyes narrowed. “Are you accusing me of doctoring evidence? Of treason?”
Jack drew in a breath. “Uh.”
“I assure you, Captain Harkness, that footage is 100% authentic, unless you want to accuse other members of your own team?” Ianto challenged him. Jack frowned. Now he wasn't sure what the hell was going on. His heart rate increased, which caused his pheromones to explode. “Ah. Interested still. What I want to know is, who was it that got you to turn against Torchwood?” Ianto moved in closer, and Jack looked away, closing his eyes. He started when he felt a cold finger drag along his jaw, clenching it when the hand gripped his chin to move it. “Open your eyes, Captain.” Jack mentally berated himself for opening them. “Perhaps another line of questioning might be more... fruitful.”
Jack blinked and found his shirt being pulled from his pants. “What the hell?! You can't do this! I have rights!”
“Oh Captain,” Ianto said as he ripped open Jack's shirt, buttons flying everywhere. “That's where you're wrong. In this room, you have no rights, no civil liberties.”
Ianto pushed Jack's shirt down his shoulders, his braces forced to go with it, leaving Jack there in his white shirt, his dark blue button up hanging behind him locked on his handcuffed hands. Ianto pulled the shirt up and over Jack's head, letting it lock Jack's arms even further behind him. Jack's nipples were pebbled and taut, his breath caught in his throat as the chill in the concrete room caressed his naked skin. Ianto dragged a nail over one nipple and Jack tried to suppress the groan the action solicited but was unable to stop it from coming out of his mouth.
“What will it take to get you to talk, I wonder?” Ianto asked quietly, squeezing Jack's nipple between his fingers and rolling it. Jack's head fell back against the wall, and his jaw clenched. Ianto leaned in further and nosed along his jaw, his fingers seeking out and finding his other nipple. Jack couldn't help the roll of his hips that sought friction on his cock, it was instinctual. “Ah, you need some relief, Captain,” Ianto murmured, and jammed a leg between Jack's, rubbing at his crotch.
Jack closed his eyes and groaned as his hips rocked against the muscled thigh between his legs. He knew his cock was hard and leaking in his pants, and the rocking motion was doing little to relieve the tension. Jack's eyes opened when the thigh left him.
“What? Hey!” Jack cried out. Ianto said nothing, just undid Jack's pants and pushed them down enough to pull his cock out and stroke it hard and fast, twisting on the upstroke. Jack's head spun, and he groaned out loud. “Fuck, what the... fuck, Ianto!”
“Who was it Captain?” Ianto asked in his ear before tracing the shell of it with his tongue as he pumped Jack's cock hard and fast. “Who got you to turn against the Crown?”
“I...fuck...” Jack thrust into Ianto's hand, his orgasm quickly approaching. He turned his head, wanting to kiss his lover, but Ianto evaded his mouth. And just as his balls were about to draw up, Ianto let go of his cock. “What!? Hey! No! C'mon!” he cried out as Ianto stepped away.
“Who was it, Captain?” Ianto asked again.
“No one!” Jack cried out. “I didn't do it!”
“Someone made you turn.” Ianto leaned against the table and started to undo the buttons to his jacket. Opening it, he then undid his own belt and pants, and pulled out his cock, hard and leaking clear fluid. He was just as turned on by what was transpiring as Jack was. “I need a name.”
Jack's mouth watered. He had never wanted to suck Ianto's cock as much as he did right at that moment. He watched Ianto's hand as it grasped the shaft and stroked it from root to tip, spreading the leaking pre-cum for lubricant. He moaned, and licked his lips, before crashing to his knees in front of Ianto.
“Please, let me? Please?” he begged, looking up at his lover. Ianto let his cock go and Jack sucked it down, as much as he could, groaning in appreciation and pleasure. Ianto's hands framed Jack's cheeks as they hollowed out. Ianto growled, his head thrown back and his hips thrust forward into Jack's face. Jack didn't care. He welcomed it, bobbing his head, spit and pre-come everywhere as he gave his lover the messiest, dirtiest blow job of his life. But Ianto suddenly pulled out of his mouth, and Jack was left bereft again. “That's not fair!” Jack panted.
Ianto smirked as he hobbled his way to the far side of the room and slumped against the wall. “All's fair in love and war,” he said. “And this is war, Captain. Now. Give me the name, and I'll give you what you want.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack tried to leer, but he was panting too hard. “And what's that?”
“My cock up your arse.” Jack was momentarily winded. He did want that. He wanted it badly. But was it enough? “Time's ticking Captain.” Ianto started to stroke his cock. Jack's eyes widened. “What will it be? Loyalty to a criminal or the sex and possibly your freedom? Give me the name, and you can have me... or you can rot in a cell, alone and penniless, for the rest of eternity. Because you can't die, isn't that right, Captain? So... what will you choose?”
Jack struggled to his feet and laid over the table. “It was Rhys Williams.”
Ianto laughed. “Don't treat me like I'm an idiot. Rhys Williams couldn't find the way out of a paper bag with a GPS and a torch. Lie to me again, and I'll revoke the offer and you can rot for eternity and watch me jerk off from the other side of the glass.”
Jack groaned. “Fine. Fine! It was Hart. Hart made me turn!”
Ianto's hand froze. “Captain Fuckface?”
“Huh?” Jack stopped. Oh god. Did I say what I think I just said? He looked at Ianto's face. Yes. I did. Fuck. “Ianto. I-”
Ianto's face was a complete mask as he stood up. Jack pushed himself up as Ianto rounded on him, but Ianto just pushed him back down onto the table. “Face down.” Ianto reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lubricant and slicked up his fingers.
“Ianto, wait!”
“Shut up, Captain.” Ianto said, pausing only to briefly close his eyes before returning to his character. “You held your side of the bargain.” Ianto slid one finger inside Jack, pausing only to allow him to adjust. Once he was ready, Ianto slid in two and stretched Jack carefully, crooking his fingers to hit on his prostrate every time Jack tried to talk to him. Once he was loose enough, Ianto then added a third and repeated the same steps. Ianto pulled out his fingers and slicked up his cock with some more lube.
“Can I see you?” Jack asked quietly. “Please?”
“No, Captain,” Ianto bit out, lined himself up and entered on one thrust. Jack groaned, and Ianto waited to give him time to adjust before pounding into him, making sure to hit his prostrate as must as possible. Ianto reached around Jack for his cock but Jack grabbed his hand and brought it to his mouth, and kissed his hand. Ianto pulled it back, and settled it on his hips, focusing on giving Jack as much pleasure as he could. When Jack shuddered and came, the resulting clenching of Jack's arse on Ianto's cock sent tremors through him and Ianto came soon after.
Ianto pulled out and tucked himself back in, inwardly groaning at the state of himself as he zippered up. With a deep breath he fished into his trouser pockets for the keys to the handcuffs. He released Jack's binds, and pulled his shirts off, dumping them on the table.
“You're free to go,” was all he said, and quietly walked out of the room.
“Ianto!” Jack called out as he pulled up his pants but Ianto didn't come back. Jack put his hands on his hips and hung his head. What was supposed to be a fun, sexy experience was ruined, all because Jack had brought an ex... the ex... into it.
He was an idiot. And he didn't know what to do or say to make it better.
Sighing deeply, he picked up his t-shirt and pulled it on. Jack then grabbed the remnants of his dress shirt and the handcuffs and left the room, flipping the light switch on his way out. He made his way up to his office, hoping that Ianto would be down in their room when he got there. Sitting on his desk was a DVD with a big heart on it, presumably from Martha. Jack picked it up and tossed it in the bottom drawer. He didn't want to look at it.
Jack went down the ladder into their bunker, but it was empty, as was their ensuite. Jack was in two minds as to what he wanted to do - find his lover, or shower off the episode that had just happened. Throwing the remains of the shirt in the bin and leaving the cuffs on the tallboy in the corner, Jack decided finding Ianto was more important than making himself feel more comfortable.
He climbed the ladder and went to his computer. It only took a few keystrokes to type in his password and access the CCTV footage of the base. Jack flipped through each room. He thought Ianto might be in the archives - that's where he usually went when he was upset and needed to regroup - but the archives were empty. He wasn't in the Tourist Office, the Kitchen, Conference room, Cell block, Interrogation rooms, garage, main level, gym or staff bathrooms.
Jack frowned. The cars were still there. He didn't hear the alarms go off. He pulled out his cell phone and dialled Ianto's number. He heard the phone ring and turned around. Ianto's phone was sitting on the couch in Jack's office, next to the red beret. Jack sank into the chair, his heart sinking into his stomach as he hung up his phone.
Ianto had left?
Without even saying anything?
Jack started to panic. He made a mental list of places Ianto would go. He could try calling Martha, Tosh and Rhiannon. They would be the obvious first choices if he went to friends for help. But then, Ianto was a private person. He might not want people to know that they'd fought. So maybe he went to a hotel? If he did that, well, he could be anywhere! But it wasn't like Ianto to leave without his phone! Jack turned back to the computer and started frantically checking the rift monitoring software for any rift spikes in the last half an hour.
“What on earth are you doing?” a voice said behind him half an hour later, making Jack jump in surprise. He turned around to find Ianto standing there looking puzzled wearing plaid navy and green pyjama pants and a navy t-shirt, barefoot and hair damp from a shower.
“Ianto!” Jack leaped out of his chair and pounced on his lover, wrapping him in a bear hug. “Oh thank God! Thank God you're okay!”
Ianto pulled out of Jack's arms and looked at him like he'd grown two heads. “Well I'm perfectly healthy if that's what you mean.” Ianto stared at him for a moment. “You thought I'd been taken by the rift again.” Jack looked at him a little guiltily. “As you can see, I haven't been, so you can call off the search party.” Ianto walked over to the couch and picked up his phone and the beret. “I'm going to bed, Jack.” Ianto tossed him the beret.
“What do you want to do with this?” Jack asked, catching it.
“Burn it,” Ianto muttered, a little bitterly.
“Ianto,” Jack said, stopping his lover as he went to pass him. “I'm sorry.”
Ianto nodded. “Goodnight Jack.”
“I love you,” Jack said, his voice breaking as he turned to face Ianto. His partner stopped walking. “I shouldn't have said John's name, brought him into our game. It was wrong. I'm sincerely sorry. You have no idea how much I wish I could take it back.”
Ianto turned his head a little. “You and me both.”
“It just came out, you have to believe me.”
“I do,” Ianto nodded. “It stung,” he added softly.
Tears welled in Jack's eyes, knowing he caused Ianto pain. He crossed the room in two long strides to stand at Ianto's back, itching to touch him, but unsure if he would be welcomed. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, his hands hovering over Ianto's hips. He tentatively rested his hands down on Ianto's hips, and nosed at Ianto's hair, closing his eyes, tears squeezing out and falling down his cheeks. “I'm sorry.”
“I love you too, Jack,” Ianto said softly, and Jack's hand's moved to wrap his arms around him, to hold him closer as Jack buried his head in Ianto's neck. Ianto patted his arm. “C'mon. Have a shower and come to bed.”
Jack nodded in Ianto's neck, but didn't let him go until he got himself together. He pressed a kiss to Ianto's shoulder before he released him. Ianto turned and looked at him.
“Okay?” he asked.
Jack nodded. “I'll just shut things down and be there soon.” Ianto nodded and went to the manhole. “Hey Ianto?” he asked when Ianto started down the ladder. “Where were you?”
“Oh,” Ianto looked sheepish. “I went down to the shooting range. Expressed my rage in a somewhat... healthy manner.”
Jack gave him a rueful smile. “The one place I didn't look.”
“That would explain why you jumped to conclusions.”
Jack nodded. “Next time,” he waited until Ianto looked back up, “take your phone with you, okay?”
Ianto gave him a smirk. “No pockets in these pants. But of course... sir.”
Jack watched his lover disappear into their room, before turning back to his computer. He let out a deep sigh, set the system to remote monitoring for his wrist strap and powered the Hub down for the night. He picked up the red beret and stared at it for a moment then tossed it in the bottom drawer with the DVD. Ianto didn't want it now... but he might change his mind. After he calmed down and Jack made it up to him.
After one last look around, Jack climbed down the ladder to their room for the night. He wanted to start making it up to his partner immediately. Well... maybe after he took a shower first.
Next story in the Time Verse: A Deal Is A Deal
Author: magikalrhiannon
Beta: kajmere
Fandom: Torchwood AU
Verse: Time Verse
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: All up to Season 2 Ep 11 Adrift
Summary: Martha sent Ianto a UNIT red beret at Jack's request. Ianto makes use of it.
Word Count: 4043
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
You will need to read Adrift In Time for this to make any sense.
Follows Return To Torchwood Three
Jack waved as everyone filed out of the office. He checked his wrist strap. It was 6pm. Well, it wasn't too bad. He sighed. Ianto hadn't returned from the viewing he'd gone to that afternoon. They were still searching for the right location to turn into their new home, and it was agreed that Ianto would do the initial viewing, and if it passed his first glance, being that he was the fussier of the two of them, then he would bring Jack in for a second viewing before they signed on the dotted line. Jack wondered if they would ever find anything that passed Ianto's first glance.
He turned away from the doorway and walked back to his desk. He was sorting through papers when he felt the nuzzle of a gun at the base of his skull. His heart stopped for a second. How the fuck did they get in? How did they get in without him hearing them? he wondered. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Ianto was going to kill him.
“Do not move unless I tell you to, do not speak unless I tell you to. Understood? Nod your head,” a gravelly voice told him. Jack's breath returned. He recognised that voice. He frowned but nodded his compliance. What the hell? “Now. You're going to put all of your weapons, one by one, on the desk in front of you. Slowly.” When Jack didn't move, the nuzzle pressed more firmly. “Now.”
Jack slowly flicked the strap of leather that held his gun inside it's holster and removed it from his hip. His mind ran at a million miles an hour. His eyes darted around the room, trying to work out ways that he could escape his predicament without harming his captor.
“Empty the clip first,” came the demand from behind. Jack did as he was told. “Put them on the desk.” He did so. “Put your hands on the desk and spread your legs.” Jack leaned forward, his hands landing on the desk and spread his legs a little. “Wider.” He swallowed and spread them a little further. “Don't move.” A hand patted him down.
“I usually get dinner and a movie first,” Jack cracked when the hand felt around his arse.
“Shut your mouth.”
The hand moved around to his crotch. Jack stood upright and grabbed the wrist. “Now wait a second-”
“I said don't. Move,” the voice said in gritted teeth, the nuzzle of the gun against his pulse. Jack swallowed hard. “Hands on the table.” Jack closed his eyes for a moment, and resumed his position. The hand continued to pat him down. He was unarmed. “Right. Stand upright. Hands behind your back, thumbs up.”
“You won't get away with this,” Jack said as the handcuffs clicked into place, securing his hands behind his back.
“And I told you to shut your mouth.”
“Yeah, well, I was never good at taking orders,” Jack bit back.
“You'll learn. Move.” Jack was pushed in the back by the gun out of his office towards the stairs that led down to the rift reactor and the lower bowels of the Hub facility where the archives, cells, interrogation rooms and shooting range were. Jack was surprised when he was pushed into one of the interrogation rooms, and shoved into a seat. “Sit.”
“Can I get a drink of water, maybe a phone call?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.
“We're not the police. You don't get a phone call,” the voice hissed from behind him.
Suddenly the door to the room opened and Jack's head swung around. Standing there in the doorway, in a full dress uniform, complete with the red beret that Jack knew was from their closet, was his lover looking in at him sternly. Jack blinked and his mouth went dry. He swallowed hard over the lump in his throat and squirmed as his pants suddenly tightened. This was a sex game?
“Thank you, Lieutenant Jones. I'll take the questioning from here. See that we aren't disturbed.”
“Sir, yes, yes!” Jack looked over his shoulder and saw Martha, dressed in full black swat uniform, red beret perched on her own head, her back ramrod straight as she saluted Ianto. The heels of her military issue boots thumped together before she marched out of the room, but Jack caught the wink she gave Ianto as she passed him.
Jack was impressed by Ianto. He didn't lose one iota of the character he was playing, just shut the door behind her. He had an air of authority about him, and Jack automatically sat up straighter once they were alone in the room. He couldn't help but remember other times when he had alien suspects in here, questioning them. He wondered what his 'crime' would be.
“So, what am I in for?” Jack asked as he leered smugly, trying to relax. “Illicit flirting?”
Ianto raised an eyebrow but said nothing, just marched to the other end of the room, his hands clasped together behind his back. Jack squirmed in his seat. His own hands were hanging down behind the back of the chair, as Martha had left him handcuffed.
“For the record, please state your name,” Ianto started.
“You know my name.”
Ianto turned and gave him a level look. “Are you hard of hearing or purposely being obtuse? I am being polite for now, sir, but do not test my patience as you will not like the consequences.” He paused briefly. “For the record, please state your name.”
“Captain Jack Harkness.” Jack sighed. “Torchwood number 474316134.”
Ianto remained where he was. “Date of birth?”
“That's classified.”
“I can assure you, Captain Harkness, I have the highest ranking in UNIT. There's no level of classification I do not have access to.”
Jack smirked. “Queen Elizabeth herself doesn't have the authority for that information. Next question?”
“Date of birth,” Ianto repeated the question, more firmly than before.
“You'll have to do better than that.” Jack spread his legs in an effort to put Ianto off his game. It didn't work.
Ianto gave him an indulging smile and walked over to perch himself on the edge of the desk. “Captain Harkness. You seem to be under the impression that you have some semblance of choice as to what happens in this room.”
“What's my crime?” Jack asked, attempting to sound bored.
“Treason,” Ianto's eyes flashed.
Jack's head moved upright, and he sat up straight. “Excuse me?”
“Now, Captain, please state your date of birth.”
“I told you, it's classified.”
Ianto hummed. “That's because you don't have one do you? Not of our calendar. There's no record of you at all, is there, Captain Harkness? If that is even your real name.” Ianto gave him a smirk. “I would suspect not.” Jack watched as he stood up and walked behind Jack out of his view. Ianto leaned down and said against his ear, “We know about the sale of Torchwood secrets to alien races.”
“You have nothing,” Jack retorted confidently.
“Stand up.” Jack didn't move. “I said stand up,” Ianto demanded. Jack shivered and pushed up when he felt Ianto's hands on his arms, making sure his hands didn't get caught on the chair. Ianto kicked the chair out of the way. He pushed Jack back against the wall and stood in front of him. “Tell me again, how you didn't take artefacts from the archives and sell them to the highest bidder?” he said as he stepped into Jack's personal space, keeping his face completely devoid of emotion.
Jack swallowed hard. His cock strained against his pants at the sight of Ianto in the dress uniform, but add to that the confident and commanding Ianto? Jack wanted him. Now.
“You don't have a thing,” Jack repeated, his voice wavering.
“What's the matter, Captain?” Ianto asked him, and looked down. “Oh. I see.” Jack flushed. “Authority is a turn on, is it?” Ianto's eyebrow rose. “Interesting.” He backed away and Jack whimpered. “Take a look at the monitor in the corner, Captain.” Jack looked up and saw the monitor come to life. On it was CCTV footage of what looked like Jack exchanging an artefact from the archives with a blowfish for cash, and then walking away, like a common drug deal. The screen went black. “I have nothing, you said?” he asked as he turned back to look at Jack.
Jack gaped and struggled to point at the screen, frustrated that his arms were locked behind him. “That never happened!”
“Then how is it on film?”
“It's fake!” he growled.
Ianto's eyes narrowed. “Are you accusing me of doctoring evidence? Of treason?”
Jack drew in a breath. “Uh.”
“I assure you, Captain Harkness, that footage is 100% authentic, unless you want to accuse other members of your own team?” Ianto challenged him. Jack frowned. Now he wasn't sure what the hell was going on. His heart rate increased, which caused his pheromones to explode. “Ah. Interested still. What I want to know is, who was it that got you to turn against Torchwood?” Ianto moved in closer, and Jack looked away, closing his eyes. He started when he felt a cold finger drag along his jaw, clenching it when the hand gripped his chin to move it. “Open your eyes, Captain.” Jack mentally berated himself for opening them. “Perhaps another line of questioning might be more... fruitful.”
Jack blinked and found his shirt being pulled from his pants. “What the hell?! You can't do this! I have rights!”
“Oh Captain,” Ianto said as he ripped open Jack's shirt, buttons flying everywhere. “That's where you're wrong. In this room, you have no rights, no civil liberties.”
Ianto pushed Jack's shirt down his shoulders, his braces forced to go with it, leaving Jack there in his white shirt, his dark blue button up hanging behind him locked on his handcuffed hands. Ianto pulled the shirt up and over Jack's head, letting it lock Jack's arms even further behind him. Jack's nipples were pebbled and taut, his breath caught in his throat as the chill in the concrete room caressed his naked skin. Ianto dragged a nail over one nipple and Jack tried to suppress the groan the action solicited but was unable to stop it from coming out of his mouth.
“What will it take to get you to talk, I wonder?” Ianto asked quietly, squeezing Jack's nipple between his fingers and rolling it. Jack's head fell back against the wall, and his jaw clenched. Ianto leaned in further and nosed along his jaw, his fingers seeking out and finding his other nipple. Jack couldn't help the roll of his hips that sought friction on his cock, it was instinctual. “Ah, you need some relief, Captain,” Ianto murmured, and jammed a leg between Jack's, rubbing at his crotch.
Jack closed his eyes and groaned as his hips rocked against the muscled thigh between his legs. He knew his cock was hard and leaking in his pants, and the rocking motion was doing little to relieve the tension. Jack's eyes opened when the thigh left him.
“What? Hey!” Jack cried out. Ianto said nothing, just undid Jack's pants and pushed them down enough to pull his cock out and stroke it hard and fast, twisting on the upstroke. Jack's head spun, and he groaned out loud. “Fuck, what the... fuck, Ianto!”
“Who was it Captain?” Ianto asked in his ear before tracing the shell of it with his tongue as he pumped Jack's cock hard and fast. “Who got you to turn against the Crown?”
“I...fuck...” Jack thrust into Ianto's hand, his orgasm quickly approaching. He turned his head, wanting to kiss his lover, but Ianto evaded his mouth. And just as his balls were about to draw up, Ianto let go of his cock. “What!? Hey! No! C'mon!” he cried out as Ianto stepped away.
“Who was it, Captain?” Ianto asked again.
“No one!” Jack cried out. “I didn't do it!”
“Someone made you turn.” Ianto leaned against the table and started to undo the buttons to his jacket. Opening it, he then undid his own belt and pants, and pulled out his cock, hard and leaking clear fluid. He was just as turned on by what was transpiring as Jack was. “I need a name.”
Jack's mouth watered. He had never wanted to suck Ianto's cock as much as he did right at that moment. He watched Ianto's hand as it grasped the shaft and stroked it from root to tip, spreading the leaking pre-cum for lubricant. He moaned, and licked his lips, before crashing to his knees in front of Ianto.
“Please, let me? Please?” he begged, looking up at his lover. Ianto let his cock go and Jack sucked it down, as much as he could, groaning in appreciation and pleasure. Ianto's hands framed Jack's cheeks as they hollowed out. Ianto growled, his head thrown back and his hips thrust forward into Jack's face. Jack didn't care. He welcomed it, bobbing his head, spit and pre-come everywhere as he gave his lover the messiest, dirtiest blow job of his life. But Ianto suddenly pulled out of his mouth, and Jack was left bereft again. “That's not fair!” Jack panted.
Ianto smirked as he hobbled his way to the far side of the room and slumped against the wall. “All's fair in love and war,” he said. “And this is war, Captain. Now. Give me the name, and I'll give you what you want.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack tried to leer, but he was panting too hard. “And what's that?”
“My cock up your arse.” Jack was momentarily winded. He did want that. He wanted it badly. But was it enough? “Time's ticking Captain.” Ianto started to stroke his cock. Jack's eyes widened. “What will it be? Loyalty to a criminal or the sex and possibly your freedom? Give me the name, and you can have me... or you can rot in a cell, alone and penniless, for the rest of eternity. Because you can't die, isn't that right, Captain? So... what will you choose?”
Jack struggled to his feet and laid over the table. “It was Rhys Williams.”
Ianto laughed. “Don't treat me like I'm an idiot. Rhys Williams couldn't find the way out of a paper bag with a GPS and a torch. Lie to me again, and I'll revoke the offer and you can rot for eternity and watch me jerk off from the other side of the glass.”
Jack groaned. “Fine. Fine! It was Hart. Hart made me turn!”
Ianto's hand froze. “Captain Fuckface?”
“Huh?” Jack stopped. Oh god. Did I say what I think I just said? He looked at Ianto's face. Yes. I did. Fuck. “Ianto. I-”
Ianto's face was a complete mask as he stood up. Jack pushed himself up as Ianto rounded on him, but Ianto just pushed him back down onto the table. “Face down.” Ianto reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lubricant and slicked up his fingers.
“Ianto, wait!”
“Shut up, Captain.” Ianto said, pausing only to briefly close his eyes before returning to his character. “You held your side of the bargain.” Ianto slid one finger inside Jack, pausing only to allow him to adjust. Once he was ready, Ianto slid in two and stretched Jack carefully, crooking his fingers to hit on his prostrate every time Jack tried to talk to him. Once he was loose enough, Ianto then added a third and repeated the same steps. Ianto pulled out his fingers and slicked up his cock with some more lube.
“Can I see you?” Jack asked quietly. “Please?”
“No, Captain,” Ianto bit out, lined himself up and entered on one thrust. Jack groaned, and Ianto waited to give him time to adjust before pounding into him, making sure to hit his prostrate as must as possible. Ianto reached around Jack for his cock but Jack grabbed his hand and brought it to his mouth, and kissed his hand. Ianto pulled it back, and settled it on his hips, focusing on giving Jack as much pleasure as he could. When Jack shuddered and came, the resulting clenching of Jack's arse on Ianto's cock sent tremors through him and Ianto came soon after.
Ianto pulled out and tucked himself back in, inwardly groaning at the state of himself as he zippered up. With a deep breath he fished into his trouser pockets for the keys to the handcuffs. He released Jack's binds, and pulled his shirts off, dumping them on the table.
“You're free to go,” was all he said, and quietly walked out of the room.
“Ianto!” Jack called out as he pulled up his pants but Ianto didn't come back. Jack put his hands on his hips and hung his head. What was supposed to be a fun, sexy experience was ruined, all because Jack had brought an ex... the ex... into it.
He was an idiot. And he didn't know what to do or say to make it better.
Sighing deeply, he picked up his t-shirt and pulled it on. Jack then grabbed the remnants of his dress shirt and the handcuffs and left the room, flipping the light switch on his way out. He made his way up to his office, hoping that Ianto would be down in their room when he got there. Sitting on his desk was a DVD with a big heart on it, presumably from Martha. Jack picked it up and tossed it in the bottom drawer. He didn't want to look at it.
Jack went down the ladder into their bunker, but it was empty, as was their ensuite. Jack was in two minds as to what he wanted to do - find his lover, or shower off the episode that had just happened. Throwing the remains of the shirt in the bin and leaving the cuffs on the tallboy in the corner, Jack decided finding Ianto was more important than making himself feel more comfortable.
He climbed the ladder and went to his computer. It only took a few keystrokes to type in his password and access the CCTV footage of the base. Jack flipped through each room. He thought Ianto might be in the archives - that's where he usually went when he was upset and needed to regroup - but the archives were empty. He wasn't in the Tourist Office, the Kitchen, Conference room, Cell block, Interrogation rooms, garage, main level, gym or staff bathrooms.
Jack frowned. The cars were still there. He didn't hear the alarms go off. He pulled out his cell phone and dialled Ianto's number. He heard the phone ring and turned around. Ianto's phone was sitting on the couch in Jack's office, next to the red beret. Jack sank into the chair, his heart sinking into his stomach as he hung up his phone.
Ianto had left?
Without even saying anything?
Jack started to panic. He made a mental list of places Ianto would go. He could try calling Martha, Tosh and Rhiannon. They would be the obvious first choices if he went to friends for help. But then, Ianto was a private person. He might not want people to know that they'd fought. So maybe he went to a hotel? If he did that, well, he could be anywhere! But it wasn't like Ianto to leave without his phone! Jack turned back to the computer and started frantically checking the rift monitoring software for any rift spikes in the last half an hour.
“What on earth are you doing?” a voice said behind him half an hour later, making Jack jump in surprise. He turned around to find Ianto standing there looking puzzled wearing plaid navy and green pyjama pants and a navy t-shirt, barefoot and hair damp from a shower.
“Ianto!” Jack leaped out of his chair and pounced on his lover, wrapping him in a bear hug. “Oh thank God! Thank God you're okay!”
Ianto pulled out of Jack's arms and looked at him like he'd grown two heads. “Well I'm perfectly healthy if that's what you mean.” Ianto stared at him for a moment. “You thought I'd been taken by the rift again.” Jack looked at him a little guiltily. “As you can see, I haven't been, so you can call off the search party.” Ianto walked over to the couch and picked up his phone and the beret. “I'm going to bed, Jack.” Ianto tossed him the beret.
“What do you want to do with this?” Jack asked, catching it.
“Burn it,” Ianto muttered, a little bitterly.
“Ianto,” Jack said, stopping his lover as he went to pass him. “I'm sorry.”
Ianto nodded. “Goodnight Jack.”
“I love you,” Jack said, his voice breaking as he turned to face Ianto. His partner stopped walking. “I shouldn't have said John's name, brought him into our game. It was wrong. I'm sincerely sorry. You have no idea how much I wish I could take it back.”
Ianto turned his head a little. “You and me both.”
“It just came out, you have to believe me.”
“I do,” Ianto nodded. “It stung,” he added softly.
Tears welled in Jack's eyes, knowing he caused Ianto pain. He crossed the room in two long strides to stand at Ianto's back, itching to touch him, but unsure if he would be welcomed. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, his hands hovering over Ianto's hips. He tentatively rested his hands down on Ianto's hips, and nosed at Ianto's hair, closing his eyes, tears squeezing out and falling down his cheeks. “I'm sorry.”
“I love you too, Jack,” Ianto said softly, and Jack's hand's moved to wrap his arms around him, to hold him closer as Jack buried his head in Ianto's neck. Ianto patted his arm. “C'mon. Have a shower and come to bed.”
Jack nodded in Ianto's neck, but didn't let him go until he got himself together. He pressed a kiss to Ianto's shoulder before he released him. Ianto turned and looked at him.
“Okay?” he asked.
Jack nodded. “I'll just shut things down and be there soon.” Ianto nodded and went to the manhole. “Hey Ianto?” he asked when Ianto started down the ladder. “Where were you?”
“Oh,” Ianto looked sheepish. “I went down to the shooting range. Expressed my rage in a somewhat... healthy manner.”
Jack gave him a rueful smile. “The one place I didn't look.”
“That would explain why you jumped to conclusions.”
Jack nodded. “Next time,” he waited until Ianto looked back up, “take your phone with you, okay?”
Ianto gave him a smirk. “No pockets in these pants. But of course... sir.”
Jack watched his lover disappear into their room, before turning back to his computer. He let out a deep sigh, set the system to remote monitoring for his wrist strap and powered the Hub down for the night. He picked up the red beret and stared at it for a moment then tossed it in the bottom drawer with the DVD. Ianto didn't want it now... but he might change his mind. After he calmed down and Jack made it up to him.
After one last look around, Jack climbed down the ladder to their room for the night. He wanted to start making it up to his partner immediately. Well... maybe after he took a shower first.
Next story in the Time Verse: A Deal Is A Deal