Captain
Title: Captain
For: The Anon Meme, as discussed here and here.
Wordcount: ~1500
Rating: Strong R
Summary: Taken from the prompt "Torchwood AU fic. Ianto is owner of a high end BDSM club, meets Jack and helps him face some of his demons."
Warnings: Mild exhibitionism, flogging, D/s. If I've left anything out file it under "This is kinky".
"Who's he?" Jones asked, pointing through the smoked-glass wall to the man in the uniform fetish gear in the bar below. Really accurate gear, if a little...subdued for their usual. Boots should be shinier, really, and he could do to lose the shirt.
"The Captain. He's new," said Toshiko, leaning against the desk. "Just made background check. Well, when I say background..."
Jones raised an eyebrow at her. "This is a classy place, Toshiko. We only let the best beat each other up for sex here."
"He really hasn't got one," she continued. "He gave us one, a background I mean, but I cracked it. It's fake. No name, no birthdate -- he's the man who doesn't exist."
"And you let him in?"
Toshiko grinned. "He's interesting. And paid for his membership up front. Besides, what did check out checked out clean."
"Interesting?" Jones gazed down at the Captain. "Point. Have Owen give him a drink on the house and Gwen keep an eye on him. We'll see how he does."
***
"How he does is, he doesn't," Gwen said, a week later at the security meeting. "He's been in three times. It's not like he's working up to something, Ianto, at least I don't think so. He doesn't seem the frightened type."
"Mm, no, he doesn't," Ianto agreed. "I noticed that. Walks in here like he ruddy owns it."
"Top or bottom?" Owen asked, kicking his feet up on the table.
"Bottom," Gwen and Toshiko said in unison. Ianto snorted.
"A wistful one, maybe," he corrected. "I think he's looking for something. He looks like a man who needs someone to tell secrets to."
"Well, you're the boss, I just sling 'em out if they can't take no for an answer," Gwen replied.
"Yes, I am. As long as he doesn't bother anyone, let him be," Ianto decided. "I love that coat he wears. Wonder if he likes playing the bad soldier, or if he just knows how hot he looks in it."
"I think he probably looks hotter out of it," Toshiko muttered.
***
"Like what you see?"
Captain Jack Harkness looked up from his study of the woman being flogged on the table. A young, pretty boy in a suit was standing next to him, eyeing the scene with a calm, authoritarian air. Too young, too cocky; probably too easily scared. Possibly looking for a daddy. Jack wasn't here to be anyone's daddy.
"Look, you're a cute kid, but I'm not interested," he said.
"Careful, Captain, don't be rude," the kid said.
"Do I know you?"
"Not yet. And it's not that I don't mind a little voyeurism myself, but it's so much more interesting when you get to play," the kid continued, utterly confident. "That's why I bought this place."
Jack did a double take. "Sorry?"
"Bought this place. Ianto Jones. I own the club." Jones offered his hand. "And I've been watching you, Captain."
Jack frowned. "I paid my fees, I don't bother anyone."
"Yes, that is true. It's why I can't help but feel we've somehow let you down."
"It's a nice place," Jack protested.
"Sure it is. Too bad you're not getting your money's worth. Why don't you come up to my office?" Jones offered. "We could discuss how the club could better serve you. Or," he added, "I could tie you up and make you beg. Your call."
Jack eyed him. "Be sure you want to go there, before you make that offer again."
"Well, we try to serve our patrons," Jones answered with a smile.
***
"Look, Captain's here again," Gwen said to Owen, nodding up at the window, several days after Ianto had locked the two of them in his office and told Gwen they weren't to be disturbed. Owen glanced up.
The smoked glass made it difficult to tell who was in the office, or how many, but there were shapes clearly moving; the shadow of a man's body, hands pressed against it, body arched; another indolently sitting a good five feet away.
"It's nice Jones found a playtoy," Owen remarked. "Wish he'd get clearer glass installed, though."
***
Upstairs, in the dark office, Jack Harkness was trussed. He stood straining on his toes, ankles held firmly out by a spreader bar, hands on the glass, the ring painfully tight around his cock. Sweat rolled down his forehead. He blinked it away and grunted.
"Now, let's try again," Ianto said, leaning on his desk and smoking a cigarette. "Because frankly I could sit here and jerk off, but that's a waste of my effort when you have a perfectly good arse right there."
"Please," Jack ground out. "Please just fuck me already."
"Please what?"
"Please, sir," Jack moaned.
"I'd like to, I really would," Ianto answered. "But I don't know if you've earned it. You certainly haven't earned the right to come. Now you can answer me, or I can beat you again."
Jack couldn't see his hand touch the studded leather belt rolled up on the desk, but he could hear the buckle clink.
"Anything, just -- "
"Are you at that breaking point, Captain?" Ianto asked, voice low and seductive. "Are you really?"
Jack flexed his aching shoulders. He was, in some corner of his mind, pleased that he had kept his hands on the glass, that he hadn't needed the shackles this time.
"Please," he sobbed. "Please, sir, please sir."
"All right," Ianto agreed, stubbing the cigarette in an ashtray and walking forward, resting one hand carefully on his back. He traced the lines of the angry red welts from earlier. "Tell me, Captain. Tell me everything. We both know you want to. Begging might have been fun last time, but that was just play. I'm bored with begging now. I want more. So do you. Why do I have to beat it out of you?"
"Because it's my fault," Jack groaned. He couldn't help it; the shackles would have held him up but he tumbled to his knees, painfully, ankles still spread by the bar. Ianto caught him halfway down.
"What is?" he whispered.
"Everything," Jack said. "Everything, and I can't always -- I need -- "
"Somewhere safe?" Ianto suggested.
"Yes -- "
"Someone to tell the secrets to."
"Yes."
"And these secrets. I'll have to beat them out of you, won't I?"
Jack nodded against Ianto's shoulder.
"Okay, it's okay," Ianto soothed. "Something small first. You've been good enough for that. Shh," Ianto said, stroking his hair like a favourite pet. "What's your name?"
"Jack," he blurted, then shuddered. "No, it's not. It's Pell. My name is Pell."
"Pretty name," Ianto told him. "There, was that so hard?"
Jack shook his head.
"Up you come then," Ianto commanded, helping him up, placing his hands back on the glass. "I'm going to fuck you now, Pell, okay? Against the glass. So all those people down there, they know exactly who's up here, and why, and they're going to know you've been good, very good. Right?"
Jack, shaking with relief, barely even felt the sex, hardly remembered asking to come or the cool hands that released him from the cockring so he could and the terrible restraints once he had. Just the blissful relief of orgasm and of someone else knowing.
He woke, naked, on a cot in the corner of the office. He could see a spatter of come still on the glass window, and smell the faint chemical hint of the cream Ianto had rubbed on his back. And there were voices, and two other people in the room.
"Thanks, Tosh, that'll be all," Ianto said, accepting a folder with a jumpdrive hooked on it. Jack watched as the woman -- the club's membership monitor, he faintly recalled -- turned away from Ianto at his desk, gave Jack a small wave, and departed.
"We can do this as hard as you like," Ianto said, when she was gone. "I'm game. You? Toshiko thinks you're pretty, by the way."
"I need..." Jack groped for words and found he didn't need, anything, not at the moment. Here he was protected. And everyone knew he was good.
"That's not really something you should say to me," Ianto agreed, as if he'd read his mind. "That's something I'll decide. Well, if you want. Let me guess," he added, coming closer and crouching so that they were on eye level. "Kinky fuck in a restrained world."
"You have no idea," Jack said.
"A man in command, who sometimes needs to give up -- no, to have power taken away from him, because that doesn't come lightly, does it?"
"Yes."
"You're proud, aren't you?" Ianto asked.
"Yes."
Ianto dangled a thin silver choke-chain in front of his eyes, then let it fall to pool on the pillow next to Jack's head. "I can help with that. Next time, wear it."
Jack picked it up and studied it. "Don't people usually negotiate this kind of thing first?" he asked, fingers stroking the Property of I. Jones tag.
"Do we need to?" Ianto asked. "You want to give me everything, and I want to take everything. We have a safeword and a belt. You need more?"
"No," Jack said, sitting up.
Ianto leaned back slightly, picked up the coat bundled on the chair nearby, and offered it to him. "Good. How's your back?"
"S'fine," Jack muttered, holding the coat in his lap.
"Then I'll see you again soon," Ianto told him, with a kind smile. "And sooner or later, you'll tell me everything."
"I'd like that," Jack whispered. Ianto watched impassively as he dressed. The last thing he did was put the chain around his neck.
"Oh, by the way," Ianto called, when Jack was almost out the door. He turned.
"Yes?"
Ianto winked. "Love the coat."
END
For: The Anon Meme, as discussed here and here.
Wordcount: ~1500
Rating: Strong R
Summary: Taken from the prompt "Torchwood AU fic. Ianto is owner of a high end BDSM club, meets Jack and helps him face some of his demons."
Warnings: Mild exhibitionism, flogging, D/s. If I've left anything out file it under "This is kinky".
"Who's he?" Jones asked, pointing through the smoked-glass wall to the man in the uniform fetish gear in the bar below. Really accurate gear, if a little...subdued for their usual. Boots should be shinier, really, and he could do to lose the shirt.
"The Captain. He's new," said Toshiko, leaning against the desk. "Just made background check. Well, when I say background..."
Jones raised an eyebrow at her. "This is a classy place, Toshiko. We only let the best beat each other up for sex here."
"He really hasn't got one," she continued. "He gave us one, a background I mean, but I cracked it. It's fake. No name, no birthdate -- he's the man who doesn't exist."
"And you let him in?"
Toshiko grinned. "He's interesting. And paid for his membership up front. Besides, what did check out checked out clean."
"Interesting?" Jones gazed down at the Captain. "Point. Have Owen give him a drink on the house and Gwen keep an eye on him. We'll see how he does."
***
"How he does is, he doesn't," Gwen said, a week later at the security meeting. "He's been in three times. It's not like he's working up to something, Ianto, at least I don't think so. He doesn't seem the frightened type."
"Mm, no, he doesn't," Ianto agreed. "I noticed that. Walks in here like he ruddy owns it."
"Top or bottom?" Owen asked, kicking his feet up on the table.
"Bottom," Gwen and Toshiko said in unison. Ianto snorted.
"A wistful one, maybe," he corrected. "I think he's looking for something. He looks like a man who needs someone to tell secrets to."
"Well, you're the boss, I just sling 'em out if they can't take no for an answer," Gwen replied.
"Yes, I am. As long as he doesn't bother anyone, let him be," Ianto decided. "I love that coat he wears. Wonder if he likes playing the bad soldier, or if he just knows how hot he looks in it."
"I think he probably looks hotter out of it," Toshiko muttered.
***
"Like what you see?"
Captain Jack Harkness looked up from his study of the woman being flogged on the table. A young, pretty boy in a suit was standing next to him, eyeing the scene with a calm, authoritarian air. Too young, too cocky; probably too easily scared. Possibly looking for a daddy. Jack wasn't here to be anyone's daddy.
"Look, you're a cute kid, but I'm not interested," he said.
"Careful, Captain, don't be rude," the kid said.
"Do I know you?"
"Not yet. And it's not that I don't mind a little voyeurism myself, but it's so much more interesting when you get to play," the kid continued, utterly confident. "That's why I bought this place."
Jack did a double take. "Sorry?"
"Bought this place. Ianto Jones. I own the club." Jones offered his hand. "And I've been watching you, Captain."
Jack frowned. "I paid my fees, I don't bother anyone."
"Yes, that is true. It's why I can't help but feel we've somehow let you down."
"It's a nice place," Jack protested.
"Sure it is. Too bad you're not getting your money's worth. Why don't you come up to my office?" Jones offered. "We could discuss how the club could better serve you. Or," he added, "I could tie you up and make you beg. Your call."
Jack eyed him. "Be sure you want to go there, before you make that offer again."
"Well, we try to serve our patrons," Jones answered with a smile.
***
"Look, Captain's here again," Gwen said to Owen, nodding up at the window, several days after Ianto had locked the two of them in his office and told Gwen they weren't to be disturbed. Owen glanced up.
The smoked glass made it difficult to tell who was in the office, or how many, but there were shapes clearly moving; the shadow of a man's body, hands pressed against it, body arched; another indolently sitting a good five feet away.
"It's nice Jones found a playtoy," Owen remarked. "Wish he'd get clearer glass installed, though."
***
Upstairs, in the dark office, Jack Harkness was trussed. He stood straining on his toes, ankles held firmly out by a spreader bar, hands on the glass, the ring painfully tight around his cock. Sweat rolled down his forehead. He blinked it away and grunted.
"Now, let's try again," Ianto said, leaning on his desk and smoking a cigarette. "Because frankly I could sit here and jerk off, but that's a waste of my effort when you have a perfectly good arse right there."
"Please," Jack ground out. "Please just fuck me already."
"Please what?"
"Please, sir," Jack moaned.
"I'd like to, I really would," Ianto answered. "But I don't know if you've earned it. You certainly haven't earned the right to come. Now you can answer me, or I can beat you again."
Jack couldn't see his hand touch the studded leather belt rolled up on the desk, but he could hear the buckle clink.
"Anything, just -- "
"Are you at that breaking point, Captain?" Ianto asked, voice low and seductive. "Are you really?"
Jack flexed his aching shoulders. He was, in some corner of his mind, pleased that he had kept his hands on the glass, that he hadn't needed the shackles this time.
"Please," he sobbed. "Please, sir, please sir."
"All right," Ianto agreed, stubbing the cigarette in an ashtray and walking forward, resting one hand carefully on his back. He traced the lines of the angry red welts from earlier. "Tell me, Captain. Tell me everything. We both know you want to. Begging might have been fun last time, but that was just play. I'm bored with begging now. I want more. So do you. Why do I have to beat it out of you?"
"Because it's my fault," Jack groaned. He couldn't help it; the shackles would have held him up but he tumbled to his knees, painfully, ankles still spread by the bar. Ianto caught him halfway down.
"What is?" he whispered.
"Everything," Jack said. "Everything, and I can't always -- I need -- "
"Somewhere safe?" Ianto suggested.
"Yes -- "
"Someone to tell the secrets to."
"Yes."
"And these secrets. I'll have to beat them out of you, won't I?"
Jack nodded against Ianto's shoulder.
"Okay, it's okay," Ianto soothed. "Something small first. You've been good enough for that. Shh," Ianto said, stroking his hair like a favourite pet. "What's your name?"
"Jack," he blurted, then shuddered. "No, it's not. It's Pell. My name is Pell."
"Pretty name," Ianto told him. "There, was that so hard?"
Jack shook his head.
"Up you come then," Ianto commanded, helping him up, placing his hands back on the glass. "I'm going to fuck you now, Pell, okay? Against the glass. So all those people down there, they know exactly who's up here, and why, and they're going to know you've been good, very good. Right?"
Jack, shaking with relief, barely even felt the sex, hardly remembered asking to come or the cool hands that released him from the cockring so he could and the terrible restraints once he had. Just the blissful relief of orgasm and of someone else knowing.
He woke, naked, on a cot in the corner of the office. He could see a spatter of come still on the glass window, and smell the faint chemical hint of the cream Ianto had rubbed on his back. And there were voices, and two other people in the room.
"Thanks, Tosh, that'll be all," Ianto said, accepting a folder with a jumpdrive hooked on it. Jack watched as the woman -- the club's membership monitor, he faintly recalled -- turned away from Ianto at his desk, gave Jack a small wave, and departed.
"We can do this as hard as you like," Ianto said, when she was gone. "I'm game. You? Toshiko thinks you're pretty, by the way."
"I need..." Jack groped for words and found he didn't need, anything, not at the moment. Here he was protected. And everyone knew he was good.
"That's not really something you should say to me," Ianto agreed, as if he'd read his mind. "That's something I'll decide. Well, if you want. Let me guess," he added, coming closer and crouching so that they were on eye level. "Kinky fuck in a restrained world."
"You have no idea," Jack said.
"A man in command, who sometimes needs to give up -- no, to have power taken away from him, because that doesn't come lightly, does it?"
"Yes."
"You're proud, aren't you?" Ianto asked.
"Yes."
Ianto dangled a thin silver choke-chain in front of his eyes, then let it fall to pool on the pillow next to Jack's head. "I can help with that. Next time, wear it."
Jack picked it up and studied it. "Don't people usually negotiate this kind of thing first?" he asked, fingers stroking the Property of I. Jones tag.
"Do we need to?" Ianto asked. "You want to give me everything, and I want to take everything. We have a safeword and a belt. You need more?"
"No," Jack said, sitting up.
Ianto leaned back slightly, picked up the coat bundled on the chair nearby, and offered it to him. "Good. How's your back?"
"S'fine," Jack muttered, holding the coat in his lap.
"Then I'll see you again soon," Ianto told him, with a kind smile. "And sooner or later, you'll tell me everything."
"I'd like that," Jack whispered. Ianto watched impassively as he dressed. The last thing he did was put the chain around his neck.
"Oh, by the way," Ianto called, when Jack was almost out the door. He turned.
"Yes?"
Ianto winked. "Love the coat."
END