AN: Okay, this is my newest side fic. I don't know how often I will be able to update it because I am putting most of my focus on my main fic. This is a Dark Jack fic. I've wanted to do one for a while now. It's interesting to write a normally heroic character as more of a villain. Anyway, this fic will contain dark themes and isn't like any of my others. There most likely won't be a fairytale type ending.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.
Spoilers: Fragments
Rating: MA
Warnings: Slash, non-con aspects.
Ianto's POV
I've always been interested in history, ever since I was a young boy and my Tad told me all about Welsh culture. What I find most interesting is that it applies to everything and everyone, random items as small as staples all have histories, every word in every language. Everything, all came from somewhere, all means something.
It's no surprise that when I went to Uni my major was History. I graduated top of my class and immediately caught the attention of Torchwood One. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the archives in the basement of Canary Wharf. So many new things, out of this world things, all waiting for me to figure out their history. Once I was given top clearance I spent all my time in the bowels of the sky scraper, reading files, and learning about alien cultures. I was in my element.
It was my third week with maximum clearance that I found my first information about Captain Jack Harkness. It was dated in the 1960's and showed him in a military coat. When I looked at the photo I guessed that by now the man in it would be dead but then I came to a file in the 1990's that mentioned Harkness again. Surely by then he would have been a very old man. I was shocked when I came across the photo to go with the file. Harkness looked exactly the same. From that day on the man became my obsession.
When I say obsession, I'm not joking. I had a great big board covered with photos and dates and stories all of or about Harkness. Of course I kept it hidden in my closet. It's not like I had it above my bed or anything that would be creepy. Anyway, a good portion of the information I had collected about Harkness was word of mouth. I listened to all the rumors that I could about him. They varied of course, and I didn't put much thought into them.
"So, I hear Harkness is coming in today," my girlfriend Lisa said casually over lunch. I had only seen the Captain once during my three month tenure. Just because I was obsessed with him didn't mean I wanted to be in his presence.
"Who says?"
"Sarah from the front desk. She says Hartman has him on her list of appointments." Lisa smiled. She loved it when she knew something I didn't.
"What time?"
"Three."
I looked at my watch. It was two thirty. I looked up at her and stuck out my bottom lip. She rolled her eyes at me.
"Go," she laughed waving me away. I got up and gave her a quick kiss then quickly made my way to the elevator. Not to quickly of course, I didn't like to draw attention to myself.
Hartman's floor was at the top of the building I had clearance to go all the way up there because I was the head archivist.
"Mr. Jones, do you have an appointment?" Hartman's PA Natalie said when I came off the elevator.
"Oh, no I just wanted to use the bathroom up here. It's always cleaner."
Natalie gave me a confused look.
"Yes, so," I said calmly then walked away toward the loo.
I didn't go into the loo of course there was a spot that I could stand that was out of the way and I could see the elevator clearly. All I wanted was a glimpse of the man, just a glimpse.
The bing of the lift came at exactly 3:14 which was to be expected. My research told me that Jack Harkness was never on time.
"Natalie," his American accent leered.
"Captain," Natalie replied her voice was nervous.
Harkness went around the desk and pulled the girl towards his body. I had to bite my lip to keep from calling out in shock. He whispered something in her ear and then let her go her blush was unmistakable. I then watched as the larger than life man went into Hartman's office.
I came out of my hiding place. "Are you okay?" I asked her. She looked shook up.
She looked up at me and gave a small smile. "He doesn't take no for an answer," she smiled sadly.
I had heard this rumor before. "Everyone has to take no for an answer sometimes."
She laughed at me. "You're sweet to try and help. It's not that bad. He's good in bed."
I'd heard that one to.
"Well, if you don't you want something you say no," I smiled then got onto the elevator and pressed the button for my floor. Natalie gave me a small wave and then she was blocked from view by the door of the lift.
TW-TW-TW
It was three days later that Torchwood London fell to the Cybermen and Daleks and nearly a month later that I was saving Harkness from a Weevil I knew wouldn't kill him.
I had worn my most rent-boyish attire. I was hoping to seduce the man. I was shocked when he just walked away from me as if he had no attraction to me. It literally irked me.
"By the way, I love the coat," I said to his retreating figure. I saw him pause momentarily and then he went on his way. I knew how much he cared for his coat.
I met him the next morning outside his 'secret' base. I had my coffee all ready to entice him with. None of my research said he liked coffee, but it was my specialty so I decided to give it a shot. He loved it of course but still ended up brushing me off. Clearly I needed to up my game.
That night I stepped out in front of his SUV. This time I wore my best suit, and I had a secret weapon. I waited for him to finish his rant and then asked if he wanted to help with the Pterodactyl that effectively got his attention.
I mentioned how good he smelled as we waited to go into the warehouse. He said it was fifty-first century pheromones. Oh, that was a new piece of information. I would have to add it to my board.
Once we had taken down the Pterodactyl I found myself in an uncomfortable predicament. I was laying on top of the Captain and his hands were gripping my upper arms.
"I should go," I tried but he just tightened his grip on my arms.
"I think we've gone past that," he leered leaning up and capturing my lips. I pulled away instantly. This had been my plan but now I couldn't do it now I was too frightened. God I had walked straight into the lion's den.
I tried to free myself from his grip but he just flipped us so I was trapped under his body. I started to struggle against him.
"Stop," he whispered against my neck, "calm down and let me take care of you."
I nodded and took a deep breath. I could do this, I had to for Lisa.
I felt his hand go between our bodies and begin to undo my trousers. I was freaking out again but tried to hold it in. Despite my fear I could feel myself growing hard. It had to be his fifty-first century pheromones.
"Hmm," he groaned when his hand found my cock. "This is nice."
I whimpered.
"Have you been with a man before Jones, Ianto Jones?"
"No," I replied my voice cracking.
"Well, lucky for you I'm a really experienced." he growled removing his hand from between us and grinding hard into me. The friction made me moan out. "Yeah, you're going to enjoy it."
I never imagined my first time with a man would be on a concrete floor inside a giant warehouse next to a passed out Pterodactyl, but then again I had never imagined myself with a man to begin with.
Jack slid the lower half of his body off me and then began to force my trousers down my hips. I looked down at him; I knew my face had to be white with fear.
"What's the matter Jones? Regretting your decision to play with fire?" he teased me leaning up slightly and pulling my trousers down to my ankles.
"No," I breathed squirming as the cold concrete touched my bare skin. His warm hand was such a contrast as he ran it up my thigh and then turned my body and lay on his side behind me.
"Relaxation is key to this," he explained his breath hot against my ear.
Yeah well that wasn't going to happen, I thought.
"I heard that lube was the key," I said trying to keep my voice light but also praying he planned on using it.
"Yeah, I'm prepared for that," he growled and then I heard the sound on a lid popping open. I turned my head back to see him pour a bit of what I hoped was silicone based lube onto his fingers. "Bend your knees and pull them towards your stomach."
I did as I was told and then shut my eyes tightly for what was about to come. I gasped when his cold fingers touched the outside of my entrance. He just laughed as he massaged the liquid all around my hole. My body tensed when he pressed a finger into me.
"Relax," he said his tone not relaxing at all. He fucked me with his finger stretching me open slightly. I did relax when I realized it didn't hurt it was just different. He pushed another finger in beside the first and I tensed when I felt a slight burn. I whimpered but he didn't seem to acknowledge it. Not long after the burn passed but then returned again when he added another finger, but then he hit what must have been my prostate. A jolt of pleasure went through my body.
"Oh, god," I moaned out. He began to hit it over and over again and pretty soon I was pushing back against his fingers and moaning uncontrollably.
"Those Welsh moans are to die for," Jack whispered against my ear.
Suddenly he removed his hand from me. I surprised myself when I let out a whine. "Hush," he demanded. I bit my lip. It was seconds later that I felt the hard head of his cock press against me. The burn returned in full force as the head breached me.
"It hurts," I whimpered trying to pull away but he had a tight grip on hip.
"It will pass," he growled sounding a bit angry. I felt tears stinging my eyes as he continued to slowly enter me. "You have to relax blue eyes," he said his voice was strained.
For some reason the fact that he had a nickname for me already helped my body to relax as well as some cleansing breaths. "There ya go," he said his voice almost gentle. "I'm all the way in now."
With the hand that had been holding my hip he gripped my cock. He slowly stroked it until it was once again fully hard. And then he began to move his hips. The pain was still there and I cried out. He didn't acknowledge my cry he just continued to slowly thrust.
My body was experiencing pain and pleasure at the same time which was crazy to me. Slowly the pain started to disappear and the pleasure took over and surprisingly I found myself pushing back into Jack. His thrusting started to increase and so did the stroking on my cock.
"I want you to come for me blue eyes," Jack breathed. I didn't think that was going to be a problem. His speed on my cock increased and my moans were becoming louder and then I was shooting my essence all over the concrete floor.
Jack's hand left my cock and he moved our bodies so that I was lying on my stomach with my hips raised slightly. Jack started to pound into me both of his hands gripping my hips and pulling them back against him as he thrust forward. I was screaming as he hit my prostate over and over. Finally his thrusts became erratic and I felt his warm cum shoot out inside me.
He pulled out of me slowly and then fell onto his back beside me. I turned my head to look at him and got my first view of his cock. It was massive, I couldn't believe that it had been inside me and I was still alive.
"You're going to be sore," He grinned at me pulling his trousers back up and tucking his monster away.
I nodded. I wasn't even sure I could move.
"Alright, you've passed the interview process. You have the job."
"Is this how you interview all your employees' sir?"
"Only the ones I don't trust," He sneered getting up from the floor. "Get up so you can help me with this bird." he demanded.
And just like that I was an employee of Torchwood Three.
