The Contract

It was the end of another long day at the office. Gwen was falling asleep at her desk ‘researching’ the latest reports of weevil attacks, Owen was sitting in the autopsy bay pretending to be working when in actual fact he was going over and over his test results from the test Martha had run on him shortly after his death. And Toshiko was re-writing her report on the events during Gwen’s wedding, still not satisfied with the disgust portrayed in her writing about the incident with Bananaboat. Jack sneaked up on Ianto when he was filing. “I want you.” He breathed into Ianto’s ear, biting down on the lobe as his hand found its way to the front of Ianto’s trousers.

“The others.” Ianto protested weakly as Jack palmed his growing errection.

“You never minded before.” Jack whispered wickedly, grinding his crotch into his lover’s bottom, groaning quietly.

But it was too late for Ianto, the spell was broken and Ianto was suddenly reminded of the contract Jack had lied about burning. “Or was it just that you didn’t take the time to care weather or not I felt uncomfortable being fucked with the others just a few rooms away.” Ianto said bitterly.

“What?” Jack muttered, barely paying attention as he started to undo Ianto’s buttons. To Ianto it seemed to confirm his suspicions that Jack still regarded the contract firmly in place.

“God! Is this all I am.” To you.

“Ianto!” Jack groaned, finally caressing bare skin and biting down on his lover’s neck exactly the way he knew drove Ianto crazy with desire - normally.

“He remembers my name!” Ianto said softly, full of dry angry humour verging on the sarcastic.

With a frustrated sign Ianto felt Jack detached himself from Ianto’s neck. “OK, what is your problem.”

“You.” Ianto bit back angrily, tired of hiding his emotions from the one person he should be able to be totally honest with.

“Excuse me? What did I do!” Jack’s voice was loud now, his tone incredulous.

With a very undignified snort Gwen woke up in the main work space. Jack lowered his voice. “What is it this time?”

“This time?” Ianto’s eye brow shoots up.

“You don’t say anything but I can feel your moods a mile away. Lately you always seem to be pissed off or board, which I can tell you isn’t brilliant for the old self esteem.”

“But you just fuck me anyway, you don’t think to ask or offer help?” Ianto asks, and sees irritation pass over Jack’s features. Christ – things really hadn’t changed, Ianto had just been deluding himself. It hurt more than having to repeat the clauses of the contract to Gwen, having to remember how far he’d been willing to go for Lisa – and to have it all crash around him knowing not only was Lisa dead but he’d betrayed Jack.

“Will you stop using the word ‘fuck’ like that’s all we do?” Jack had the nerve to complain, leaving Ianto confused and angry.

“How can it be anything else when the contract still exists.” Ianto said bluntly, buttoning up his shirt and staring Jack defiantly in the eyes watching as realisation dawned. Jack took a step back.

“That’s what this is about.” He said.

“You told me you’d burnt it; not to worry because ‘it’s in the past’. But I found it the other day, oddly unsinged for a document you supposedly turned to ash.” Ianto left out the part about Gwen knowing. It wasn’t important at the moment although Ianto supposed he couldn’t keep the truth from Jack forever – much like the existence of the document, Gwen’s involvement would eventually surface to haunt him. “Why’d you keep it, and lie about it.”

“Insurance.” Jack said coldly.

“What?” Ianto asked, unable to believe his ears.

“I kept the document for insurance of your co-operation and loyalty, I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t think the threat of its existence was necessary to keep you in line. However recently you’ve been far more looser with your tongue, and evidently more willing to betray me when it comes to slipping Gwen a bit of information I’d already forbidden her access too.”

Ianto was struggling to think clearly, hurt and pain fogging up his mind. “This isn’t happening.” Ianto said in a dead voice.

Jack’s eyes flashed. “You signed it. Now its time for you to stop complaining and fulfil your obligations.” Jack said, ripping away Ianto’s shirt no longer gentle or loving. He shoved Ianto back against the drawers causing his back to spasm in pain, his gasp caught as Jack’s mouth descended upon his, biting passionately at his bottom lip and shoving his tongue inside – a show of dominance.

Ianto struggled, finally able to turn his head and get enough leverage to push Jack away. “What if I say no?” Ianto asked, knowing that Jack had never forced himself on Ianto before, even in the days after Lisa when Ianto had been less than willing to service his Captain and Jack had been almost too angry to care about Ianto’s wants or pleasure.

“Whenever, wherever I want. No is not an option. You signed away your ability to refuse me nearly two years ago.” Jack reminded him cruelly.

“Not completely.” Ianto said, hoping this brought the old Jack back instead of this cruel lying hard man who now stood in front of him. If it didn’t work then it would be the end of Ianto Jones – one way or another. “The contract states quite clearly that if I ever want an out, I can always choose death over sex with you. So why don’t you just kill me, sir?”