Return to Sender

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Ianto never had the urge before to yell at people until now.

"…too noisy. You can't expect him to rest here…"

"We could put him in the infirmary—"

"Which is also a morgue if you haven't forgotten!"

"…can't take him back to my place…explain it to Rhys?"

Ianto clenched his teeth, absently stroking his captain's hair. They sat on the sofa across Tosh's computer, his lap pillowing Jack's head. Jack appeared to be dozing fitfully which worried him because he'd never known his captain to sleep so much. Ianto brushed his fingers down Jack's throat when he thought no one was watching. Jack felt so cold still. He wished he thought of grabbing the blanket with them from the car. Ianto was glad Jack was asleep though. He would hate for Jack to listen to this.

"…about the hospital?"

"And how are you going to explain him recovering from a LETHAL poison? Don't worry, doctor, yes, all his bloody organs shut down but he just needs a couple of winks! They'll lock us up and cut Jack open!"

When Gwen begrudgingly admitted it might be better for him to be here and they all took turns watching him, Jack surprised them all by speaking up. Ianto realized with dismay Jack had been listening the whole time.

"I'm fine here by myself," Jack rasped, sitting up sluggishly, hissing as he straightened. "I just need to sleep it off."

"Yes, but…" Tosh began.

Jack rested his head on a hand, his elbow to his knee. "From what you told me before, the anti-toxin Owen gave me should help like it did Gwen."

"I was fine in a couple of hours," Gwen agreed.

Yes, but you didn't DIE first, Ianto thought sourly as he kept an eye on Jack. The older man still looked very pale and he kept wincing, fidgeting. Ianto cautiously slipped a hand over Jack's left knee and felt it jump. Jack smiled at him apologetically and Ianto felt him lean towards him just a little.

Jack waved at them weakly. "Go. I'm just going to file my report and crawl into bed." He nodded towards his office where the manhole leading to where he sleeps lay. "You've all had a long night. Go home." Jack gave a strained laugh. "I'm not paying any of you overtime."

To their credit, everyone looked at each other reluctantly. And the thought of Jack trying to sleep in this empty, hollow Hub alone was too much. Ianto spoke up, his quiet voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"He's coming home with me." Ianto could feel Jack tense, looking over at him startled. Ianto could feel his face burning. There, he said it. If ever there was any doubt before. Now if only everyone would stop staring and sod off.

"Well," Gwen said brightly, still staring at Ianto. She exchanged a smile with Tosh. "That solves a lot of things."

Jack looked at Ianto with a weird expression. "I'm fine," he said low so only Ianto can hear. He offered a smile but it looked strained.

Oh well, in a penny, might as well a pound, Ianto thought. God, he hadn't felt this nervous since he tried asking Lisa out. Twice.

"You will be fine," Ianto said firmly, but his knees were knocking. "After a hot bath and a good night's rest."

"Bed rest," Owen said sternly, looking at them both. "I don't want you blokes calling me up about muscle strain or whatever." He smirked. "Bed rest only."

Okay, now it felt like someone had set him on fire and the girls' snickering didn't help. "Of course," Ianto struggled not to stammer. Jack wouldn't look at him. What was he doing wrong? "Bed rest."

"So it's settled," Tosh spoke up. "We could pick up what they need in the market on the way over."

"And don't come back until late," Gwen added with a smile.

"Hey, don't I get a vote in this?" Jack joked tiredly.

"If you wanted a vote," Owen retorted. "You should have had a Torchwood in America."

The hard lump that settled inside him seemed to move up and stuck above his groin now. Jack pressed a fist to his lower belly and tried not to wince over every bump the car went over. He ignored the conversation around him. It didn't make much sense to him anyway as they talked about what they saw on the telly, what they picked up at the market and all kinds of nonsense until they finally rolled to a stop in front of a nice, well tended loft building.

"We're here," Ianto spoke low into his ear and Jack let the younger man steer his body up twp flights of stairs, nodding numbly at his apologies for the broken lift.

The others trailed behind him; the girls commented on his flat, Owen remarked about his bed, but Jack could only nod wearily when Ianto settled him on a nice, plush leather sofa. Jack grabbed a throw pillow, pressed that into his belly with his fist and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

//Something cold pushed past his anus, stretching him and settled against his prostate with an icy hum.//

Jack's eyes flew open and he realized Ianto had been sitting next to him. Watching, waiting.

Ianto's eyes lit up when he saw Jack staring back at him. "I have a bath ready," Ianto said softly, slipping his hands under his arms, helping him up. "You'll feel better with a nice, hot bath."

Doubt it, Jack thought but he gave his lover a smile. Ianto looked so distressed. "Thanks," Jack rasped, planting a kiss on Ianto's curls. He bit back a groan as they walked to the bathroom and the spacious tub Jack remembered them sharing sometimes.

"Do you want me to help you?" Ianto asked, unusually bold as he eased Jack down to the edge of the tub.

Yes, Jack thought. "No," Jack aid out loud and shook his head. He rubbed his thumb just under Ianto's jaw. "I'll be right out."

Ianto looked reluctant, but he relented. "I'll be outside," he promised with a sigh. He turned slowly and Jack felt an unfamiliar flutter of fear.

"Yan."

Ianto turned around so quickly, he swayed before he steadied.

Jack tugged at his arm, pulling him close enough to tenderly kiss his brow. He didn't dare the lips if the poison was still on his lips. "Thank you."

Ianto flushed and nodded towards outside. He let go of Jack's hand reluctantly and shut the door.

As soon as Jack was alone, he stripped out of his clothing, shakily stepping out of his underwear and trousers. He stared angrily at the spots of blood on his underwear and he shoved it to the bottom of the garbage. The trousers looked clean but they smelled like Hart. Jack tossed them in the hamper. He kicked his coat and shirt to the corner and stood in the middle of the bathroom naked, chest heaving.

Jack brushed his teeth with the spare toothbrush Ianto thoughtfully bought. He rinsed his mouth until the mouthwash burned his tonsils. When his mouth finally felt clean, Jack took a towel, wet it and scrubbed his lower torso and between his legs. Dried cum crusted on the back of his legs and his anus felt sore. Jack's lips curled to a snarl as he reached behind and wiped at the tender hole. The towel came back spotted and smelling like cum. Bastard came all over his belly and back. He felt the drying cum clinging to his shirt all night and it took everything he had not to demand a shower.

The towel got buried in the bottom of the hamper. Jack then eased his way down the full tub, steam rising around him. The heat seeped into his body and that horrible sharp pain knotted up deep inside him eased just a little.

Jack released a shuddering sob. How could he have let this happen? He could still hear Hart's amused voice as he pounded into him. Coming back to life to the tearing sensation of someone's cock up his ass was a horrible feeling. Jack knew he had no control of his body but he still despaired when he came after that cold, blunt sensation forcing itself in.

Tentatively, Jack inserted a soapy finger up his rectum, hissing as he felt the swollen, tender walls. Nothing to explain why the second rape felt like an icicle was driven into his body. Jack pulled his finger out, hissing when he saw the digit coated with blood. Great.

Jack drew his knees up. It made the cramping in his belly loosen. He rested his chin on his knees and waited for the hot water to warm his bones as he struggled to figure a way to hide the fact that Torchwood's leader let himself fall into such a foolish trap.

It's sex, Jack thought as he took deep breaths. Only sex. Saxon was not exactly a great host either. You'd been through worse. A lot worse even before you were immortal.

Jack must have been sitting there a while because he could hear a small knock on the door.

"Jack?" Ianto sounded muffled, but concerned. Jack hated to think how he must be worrying the younger man. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Jack said hoarsely as he pulled the plug and bleakly watched pinkish water go down the drain. "I'm fantastic."