Chapter Two
"Jack—the signal is gone." Tosh spoke over the headset.
"What?" He questioned as he and Gwen stopped their search.
"It's gone, I've lost the signal."
"All right, Gwen and I are going to finish up looking around here and then we'll meet the boys back at the SUV."
"Right, I'll get Ianto—" Owen's voice came on over the blue tooth as well.
Owen headed back from the flat he'd been investigating. "Ianto, it's time to go. Ianto?" Moving towards the flat, Owen noted the door was still open. A feeling of panic settled into Owen's stomach as he stared at the open flat. Taking the stairs two at a time. "Ianto!" he yelled.
He stepped into the flat to see Ianto slowly getting up from a sitting position on the floor. "What happened?" Owen asked.
Ianto shook his head as he stood to his full height. "Not sure. What happened to the signal?"
Owen shrugged. "Tosh said she lost it. Are you sure you're okay?"
Glancing around the flat he nodded. "I think so, head hurts a little. What now?"
"We're leaving, maybe I should take a look at you—"
"Owen I'm fine." The Welshman stated as he followed Owen out the door of the flat.
Owen, however, couldn't keep his eyes from drifting to Ianto; knowing full well he looked a little paler. If Jack suspected anything was wrong—or if anything was actually wrong with Ianto—Jack was going to kill him. He also knew that Ianto wouldn't let him inspect any problems if he really felt like there weren't any. By the time they'd arrived back at the SUV, Owen was fairly sure that nothing was wrong with Ianto; the man was acting normal—well as normal as he could for Ianto.
Jack watched the two men walk towards them and he sighed. "What took you so long?" He studied Ianto for a moment, his eyes serious. "Are you all right?"
Ianto nodded. "Yep, fine. Lunch on the way back?"
Jack, still eyeing his lover, got into the driver's seat, glancing in the review mirror at his team. "Sounds good."
o0o
Ianto stood in the kitchenette, unaware of the stares he was receiving. Jack, out of the entire team, had been eyeing his lover since the moment they'd gotten into the car. He appeared to be acting normal, even comfortable. But Jack could feel it, there was a shift in his personality, he could sense it—suddenly being around Ianto just felt wrong.
Jack tried to push it from his mind as he wandered towards the little coffee area and placed his hand against Ianto's shoulder. Immediately he saw a flash—
"It's the freak!" the words spat from the Master's mouth as he bounded towards Jack. "Hi freak! I hope your day is going better than the poor Doctor's. I'm afraid he's not feeling quite on top of his game."
"Jack?" Ianto questioned as he turned to look at his Captain.
Jack shook his head, feeling a painful throb behind his eye lids. "Uh—just wanted to make sure everything was okay, you've been quiet since we got back."
Ianto smiled. "Fine sir, are you okay?"
Jack, having removed his hand when he saw the flash, just nodded. "Fine. So—dinner tonight?"
"Of course Jack." Ianto replied, inclining his head slightly to study his lover further. "You sure you're all right?"
"Fine. Tonight then." Without another word, Jack wandered off, feeling an unnerving sensation of something crawling up his spine and leaving a trail of goose bumps. Whoever he'd just touched—wasn't Ianto.
Ianto watched his lover retreat for a moment before he felt a hard yank between his temples, suddenly his world went black, feeling as though he would gag he felt as if he was literally being shoved backwards. Seconds later a slow smile crept over Ianto's face as his eyes gave a deep red glow.
o0o
Owen shook his head. "I'm telling you Jack, there's nothing out of the normal, I ran every test I could think of, he's Ianto—perfectly normal Ianto."
Jack stood just above the autopsy bay, looking down at his friend and doctor. "You're positive you ran every test?"
"I ran a couple twice. He's fine; in fact he's healthier than I ever remember. Jack, he just went through some major metabolic changes. There's bound to be some anomalies. Maybe the fact that he's showing nothing wrong with him is just one of those."
Jack nodded. "Thanks Owen." He headed back into his office, trying to shake the feeling of panic that was slowly beginning to fester in his stomach. Sitting down quietly in his chair, he allowed his eyes to drift out over his team. Gwen and Tosh were packing up for the evening. Owen was still down in the medical area and Ianto was wondering around doing some tasks. His thoughts drifted to what he'd seen. He hadn't a dream or memory of his year on the Valiant for two months, and even then he'd been in so much pain and drugged out of his mind that it would have been unusual not to see something. Why now? Sighing, he felt a soft smile warm his features as Ianto made his way towards the office.
"Anything else you'd like this evening sir?" questioned Ianto as he set a cup of coffee on the desk.
"No—so, dinner maybe tonight around eight?"
Ianto nodded. "Perhaps we could stay in tonight?"
Jack smirked; he liked that idea even better. "All right."
o0o
By the time everyone started going home, they had stopped worrying that something was wrong with Ianto. Gwen smiled softly as she made her way up through the tourist office. "Ianto, could you pull up some old files for me? I'm looking for the information on Carys from last year about that gaseous entity we encountered on my first day."
Ianto nodded from his position behind the desk. "Of course, going home to Rhys then?"
"Yep, as always—what are you doing tonight."
"Sleeping with the man you're infatuated with." It had been said with such a deadpanned expression that Gwen had to do a double take before she realized what their quiet Ianto had just said.
"I'm sorry?"
"You think I don't notice the looks you give him? The way you two get lost in each other's eyes?" Ianto whispered, his voice growing deep and evil, as he stepped towards Gwen.
"Where's this coming from Ianto?"
"You should know, does Rhys know you're in love with our boss?"
"I'm not in love with him—and even if I was, I think he's only got eyes for you." She replied, hoping to pass it off as a joke.
"Yes, he does." He stepped closer, eyes gleaming madly. "And doesn't that just drive you crazy."
Gwen felt a wave of panic rising as she tried to move away from him. Never, had she ever felt this awkward or unnerved by Ianto. "I'm going to go—if you could just put that information on my desk for tomorrow." Still feeling uncomfortable, she crept slowly towards the door, slipping out of the office.
Ianto slammed his hands against the walls encaging him in his own mind. "Bastard!" he screamed banging on the metaphorical doorway.
Guiser stepped towards Ianto, through the wall, an evil glint in his red eyes. "You've got feelings for the boss."
Ianto felt his entire body shaking with rage and fear. "Why are you doing this?"
"Search and destroy."
"What does that mean? What are you?" Ianto demanded.
"I am a Teleope—telepathic assassin."
"Why us?"
The creature laughed as he drew one of his talons down Ianto's smooth cheek. "Not you—just your Captain. Search and destroy."
"I won't let you hurt him." His voice sure and stronger than he felt.
The creatures hand suddenly shot out, gripping Ianto's forehead. "You have no choice dear boy!" Ianto cried out as fire erupted through his head, before he collapsed to the ground, blackness surrounding him.
Jack made his way towards the tourist office. Ianto sat on his usual stool, looking through the computer quietly. Jack reached out—hand stopping just before touching the Welshman. The same chills from earlier ripped up his spine. He could hear the Master's voice ringing through his ears—could feel the painful heat of the boiler room where he'd died hundreds of times. Felt an overwhelming sense of fear, sadness and ache of exhaustion.
Ianto's head snapped around, as if he could feel the memories rushing through Jack's head. "You ready to go?" He questioned, as if nothing was wrong.
Shaking the cobwebs from his head and the torturous images, Jack nodded and forced a smile. "Yep."
Grabbing his jacket, Ianto and Jack made their way to the car. The car ride back to the flat was quiet, Jack felt his nerves growing tighter with every passing moment. He couldn't comprehend it, why he suddenly felt afraid of Ianto.
Arriving back at the flat, Jack tried to push the uneasiness that was seeping into his bones. Sighing, he glanced over at his lover and forced a smile. "I'm going to grab a shower."
Ianto nodded. "Sounds good, I'll get started on dinner." Ianto watched his lover walk away and allowed the gleaming smirk to over take his handsome features.
"What are you doing!? Don't you hurt him!" Ianto screamed as he continued to bang against the walls of his mind.
"Not to worry my dear boy, I have not intention of causing your dear Captain any serious harm—at least not yet."
"Leave him alone!"
Ianto went about making dinner, as he heard the shower running in the bathroom. Smirking, he pulled a small vial from his pocket, he quickly poured to glasses of wine, then emptied the vial into one of the wine glasses.
o0o
Jack stepped under the spray of the hot water, feeling the tension begin to seep from his bones. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He could feel it, as if there was an aura around Ianto, some sort of bad force.
By the time Jack had returned to the kitchen, dinner was ready and on the table, the two men exchanged a quick kiss before Jack accepted the glass of wine and took a sip. "Mmm, I've been worried about you today Yan."
The younger man smiled as he gently ran a hand through Jack's hair. "I don't know why, Owen gave me a clean bill of health."
Jack nodded. "I know, but can't help but not worry from time to time. So what's on the agenda for tonight, love?"
Ianto smirked as he allowed his hands to slowly trail down towards Jack's crotch. Jack grinned, before the feeling of wooziness suddenly began to edge its way into his consciousness. "Yan?" He managed to whisper as he looked up at his lover.
Ianto lunged at Jack, pressing his lips to the Captain's waiting ones. But what Jack had expected would be a sweet and loving kiss quickly turned into a bruising and borderline violent kiss. Jack saw flashes of light across his mind, and quickly tried to move away, only to feel panic rise in his body when Ianto's hands gripped the side of his face, index fingers against his temples.
Jack began to fight against the grasp, but suddenly he had Ianto's tongue down his throat and with a blast of white light Jack was thrown back into the past.
"Hello Freak! How are you today? Oooh you're looking paler than usual, haven't they been feeding you well?" The master danced merrily around Jack's weakened and bruised form. "It's such a shame I told them to stop feeding you! But I've decided to try a new experiment, I want to see just how long it takes someone to starve to death."
Jack felt anguish building up in his heart, wouldn't it ever end. He wanted to cry out, but to whom? Who would hear the poor immortal man who was being tortured, his soul ripped from his very body.
A cry was forced from Jack's lips as Ianto all but threw him against the wall with brutal strength Jack didn't even know the man had. In the next few seconds Jack realized what was about to happen, but no matter how hard he tried to focus his mind, to steel himself to what was about to come from the man he'd loved, he couldn't gain his mental footing.
"What's wrong freak! I thought you liked this!" The Master cried as he slammed into Jack from behind.
Jack, pants around his ankles, still hanging in the air sobbed as he tried desperately to move away from the man who was brutally tearing him apart from the inside out. He couldn't beg, he wouldn't beg. But why not!? It hurt, he was so scared, so terrified that he wouldn't wake up—or worse, that he would.
Jack felt his pants ripped from torn down his hips, he felt his face slammed into the wall. He cried out in pain as two fingers brutally entered him, no preparation as he tried to fight against it. His mind was screaming 'this can't be happening'. Not his Ianto, not the man he'd put all his trust and love inside. Not the man who'd just devoted forever to him.
"Just another fucking freak!" the Master drove in one final time before he shot his cum into Jack. Leaving the poor man hanging there crying, dirty, tired and sweaty. Jack felt his face growing warm in humiliation. He'd survived so much for the Doctor—but this was one thing, one single moment that Jack would never be able to forgive the Doctor for. Because as much as it may not all be the Doctor's fault—this was too much for Jack to handle.
Jack all but sobbed as Ianto brutally thrust into him, over and over again, until finally Jack felt the familiar pause, and a moment later the hot cum inside him. He pressed his face to the wall, whimpering as he felt a cold and unfamiliar hand grip his own member. Seconds later with a brutal twist, Jack's body betrayed him and he was left on the floor, pants still around his ankles, blood and cum pooling beneath him as Ianto left the room.
He didn't know what had just happened, all he did know was whatever that was—he couldn't tell what hurt worse, his head or his insides at the betrayal that had just taken place. Because while Jack loved sex—that wasn't sex, he'd just been raped, mind and body.
The heart wrenching sob gurgled up from his chest and Jack slid the rest of the way down the wall, pulling his pants up just a little higher and curling into a fetal position, in hopes of getting away from the rest of the world. In hopes that he could deny that had just really happened. In hopes that, when he woke up, Ianto would be back to normal—rather than the evil fucker who'd just stolen Jack's love for something so beautiful.