The Contract

“Stand down, Jones.” Jack warned coldly, watching as Ianto threw his gun to the floor, followed by his badge, and his torn shirt (Gods knows it wouldn’t do to damage his precious shirt).

They stood there in a stand-off, Ianto had his arms spread out like a surrender but his pose was tense, ready to run, his eyes pleading for something (for his Jack to be returned to him). Jack’s hands clenched be his side. He wasn’t going to kill Ianto - that wasn’t an option, but neither was letting him get away with his recent insubordination.

“What’s going on?” Gwen’s sleep riddled voice came. Neither men moved and the tension in the room didn’t lessen one drop. “Ianto?” She asked, concern flowing through her voice. Shit - Ianto thought just as Jack realised Gwen knew about the contract.

“Leave, Gwen.” Jack said, a warning running through hi voice. “Go home to your husband.”

“Not until I know that Ianto-”

“He knows what he signed up for so keep your nose out of it. This isn’t any of your business. Unless I chose to kill him and then it’ll be your business to hire a new secretary. Got it?”

Gwen blanched. Her large concerned eyes darting forth between the two. It wasn’t the first time Jack had threatened Ianto’s life but back then she hadn’t believed him - now… Ianto looked more humiliated than scared so Gwen decided to leave, but only to go up to the work stations and find Tosh, signalling for her to follow as she went to the autopsy room and found Owen. “You need to help Ianto.” She said. “I think Jack’s going to hurt him.”

Owen and Tosh’s eyes met, sharing a look Gwen couldn’t decipher. “What makes you think Jack would ever hurt Ianto? In a non-consensual way that is.” Owen added cheekily earning a wan smile from Tosh who’s cheeks coloured slightly.

“Turn on the CCTV footage for the filing cabinets.” Gwen insisted and with a sigh Owen did so. The unhappy couple were still stood there, talking now. Ianto looked desperate, on the edge of tears, but Jack was unmoved.

“Tea boy’s crying. So what’s new?” Owen said with a brusqueness Gwen hadn’t thought he possessed, or at least he hadn't possessed lately, not after Jack left and the team had grown closer. But what she didn't realise was that the time Ianto had been here without Jack was a period during which he had proved himself to Tosh and Owen. Tosh was silent, guilt and worry etched on her faced.

“How can you… Tosh?” Gwen appealed. But the pair shared a guilty look. More secrets, thought Gwen dejectedly. They all turned to the screen to watched as a defeated Ianto fell with a loud but strangely graceful thud to his knees in front of Jack, his hands shaking as he brought them up to Jack’s crotch and begun undoing Jack’s trousers, pulling them down and with one last almost pleading look at Jack’s stony face he-

The feed was cut off by Tosh. “It’s none of our business.” She defended herself primly before standing next to Owen. Presenting a united front; against Gwen. And that’s when she realised. Ianto’s shameful ‘secret’ wasn’t as secret as he thought it was.

“You know!” She gasped out.

Again, guilty secretive looks were exchanged before they both nodded. “I signed the witness statement.” Tosh admitted. “And I had to check him over for any STI’s and to make sure his mental health was such that he knew what he was getting into.” Owen added.

“How could you… it’s practically prostitution! And you can see how unhappy he was, is.” Gwen told them, a sense of foreboding and grief filling her heart because if Ianto couldn’t help himself, and Tosh and Owen wouldn’t help him, then Gwen couldn’t help him.

“They signed a contract, Gwen. It’s their business.” Owen said, and turned around at return to his scans.

“I’m sorry.” Tosh said, and she begun to walk back to her work station.

“Is there nothing we can do?” Gwen asked, desolate.

“We can be there for him in the aftermath.” Tosh said, looking again at Owen who nodded. Gwen gulped and with one last look at the now blank screen, she took off to get away from the warped, twisted inner workings of Torchwood Three’s Head Quarters.

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An hour and thirty eight minutes later Jack lay panting on the bed, basking in post orgasmic bliss and smelling strongly of cum, sex, and sweat. Ianto lay beside him, eyes blank body still tense and now a little bit sore. He hadn’t allowed himself to enjoy the activities but Jack hadn’t hurt him beyond the normal. “Are you done yet, sir?” Ianto asked stiffly.

Jack’s eyes found Ianto’s face, and irritations flashed through them. “Didn’t know my touch was so abhorrent to you, Ianto.” He said, stretching out languorously.

Ianto gritted his teeth. “Didn’t know or didn’t care.”

Jack sat up. Angry again. “This attitude problem has to go. Now. We enjoyed ourselves before, nearly two years of pleasure and satisfaction; but you feel like making life hard for yourself. There is only three directions this can go in. One: I can kill you. Not a big fan of this option, personally. Blood to clean up, a new person to hire now we’ve become accustom to… having our needs met instantaneously,” Ianto closed his eyes to block out the words, pain travelling through his body like electric stocks. “And the fact that having you around is so… convenient. OPEN YOUR EYES!” Jack’s voice had trailed off lustfully before he hissed the command, an unnaturally sweet smile playing around his mouth when he saw his command automatically obeyed. “Option two is that I free you of the contract, you seek other employment; perhaps join Martha at U.N.I.T or head off to Torchwood Two, I understand he gets awfully lonely up there all on his own.” Ianto jaw clenched. “But again, I’m not a fan of the idea. If you aren’t here then you aren’t of any use to me, now are you? And you have been so… useful, to me of late. Wouldn’t you agree?” Jack asked, stroking Ianto’s hair in a gesture that reminded Ianto of a owner stroking a pet. Ianto nodded when Jack’s grip tightened in his hair. “Good. So that leaves us with door number three. Retraining. Or rather, training since I never trained you to begin with. My mistake.” He said, almost casually. “But for tonight, we sleep.” Jack finished, snapping a pair of silver police issue handcuffs to the bed so Ianto couldn’t move. Then he rolled over and with a flick of his wrist the room was plunged into darkness.

Neither man knew what the other was thinking that night. Ianto, trying just to breath through the emotional pain the was echoing through him, also waging an inner battle with the feelings of disgust that he had let himself get into this situation and the Submissive mindset of being glad that Jack still wanted him even though he was causing the other man so much grief and stress. Jack, lying there relaxed as if he was sleeping, was torn up thinking if only thing had been different…

But this was the way things were.

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