Janto Kink

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Toshiko and Gwen (I really need to write Owen at some point…) OMC, OMC, OFC
Rating/Warning: N-17 – slash, non-con situation
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood and I make no profit from writing this work of fiction.
Huge massive thanks to my beta Beregond5, who without, none of this would be possible! Takes place after Greeks bearing gifts.
Author’s notes: This chapter is split into two, as it is incredibly long. No graphic sex in this half of the chapter (More than made up for in the second part, believe me!)
IMPORTANT NOTE! The "Green moon" Jack refers to is not a true lunar term, it's something I made up that he has seen on another planet! Thanks to Jaya for flagging this one up for me!

Tosh entered the Hub, relieved to find herself alone as she walked over to her desk. She honestly didn’t know how to face Ianto and Jack this morning…When the Japanese woman had gotten home she had taken the disk she had put Jack and Ianto’s little encounter on CCTV on and re-watched it. Five times. She honestly hadn’t meant to, it just…happened. Even from when she was a teenager she’d found the idea of two guys together incredibly sexy. Jack called it ‘homoerotic’ which she wasn’t sure was a word but it did sum up her feelings quite nicely. With a soft sigh she sat down at her desk and brought her paperwork towards her…

“Hello!”
Tosh literally jumped up from her seat, papers flying everywhere as she turned to see Jack, smirking.
“J-jack!”
“Something wrong, Tosh?” Jack gave her an ‘I-know-what-you’ve-done’ grin, picking up the papers on the floor and handing them to her.
“Uh…No. Nothing. At all.”
“See anything good on TV last night?”
Tosh flushed bright pink, “Ah. Well…” Deciding lying was rather futile; she spluttered out, “H-how did you know?”
“I’m Captain Jack Harkness,” came the reply, accompanied by a trademark grin and a wink.
Toshiko’s mind raced, and she glanced at the monitors. “You realised a section of CCTV had been removed.”
“That too. I tend to get a bit edgy when that happens. Don’t want any more unpleasant surprises turning up in the basement. Anyway, Tosh, it’s okay,” Jack leant against the desk. “I know Ianto is one very sexy man and there are very few who would pass up free Jack Harkness porn. But if you want to keep it I need you to do a favour for me.”
“What?!” Tosh turned even redder as she realised how desperate she sounded.
“I want you to hack into Ianto’s home computer and give me the history.”
“Anything specifically you’re looking for?”
“Porn sites.”
“Ah,” Toshiko was aware she must look like some sort of demented beetroot at this point. “Okay, I’ll get it to you by tonight if there’s no rift activity.”
“Great, thanks Toshiko. Oh, and can I get a copy of that disk with the ‘deleted’ CCTV footage?”
“Sure Jack,” The Japanese woman honestly wished the floor would open up and swallow her at the look on Jack’s face before he went up to his office.

**

Ianto arrived ten minutes after Tosh and Jack’s conversation, looking rather pale and tired. He smiled wearily at Tosh and trudged away to the archives. The Japanese woman frowned, wondering what was wrong with him. She rose to follow when the programme set to monitor 999 calls went off and she was forced to hastily sit back down.
“Tosh?” Jack called.
“Call to the police; sighting of a ‘strange purple goo’ in an alleyway in Moorland Road.”
“’Strange purple goo’?”
“Apparently it’s dissolving the wall.”
Jack pulled a face. “Great. Tell Gwen and Owen-”
The Hub alarm went off and Gwen walked through the door, straightening her hair and trying not to look as if she and Owen had had sex in the back of his car.
Jack’s eyes glinted with some hidden emotion. “Scratch that. Gwen, with me. Got some purple goo we need to sort out. Tell Owen to start the S.U.V.”
Gwen flushed and nodded, running back the way she came, back to where Owen was standing in the car park, timing exactly ten minutes and twenty eight seconds before walking in after Gwen. Toshiko might know about their relationship, but if they could keep it a secret from Ianto and Jack for as long as possible…
“Tosh, I want you to find out where the Rift opened to let this thing through and tell me how long the gap’s going to be open for.”
Tosh nodded, typing away at the keyboard.
“Ianto!”
Ianto appeared, as if by magic, at the top of the stairs leading to the archives. “Sir?”
“I need something to contain gunk that dissolves everything it touches.”
“…Any suggestions, sir?” Ianto replied, feeling a little stumped, wracking his brains hastily for any piece of alien tech that couldn’t dissolve, no matter what it encountered.
“Uh…There should be a blue metal box, about so big,” Jack measured out the height and width with his hands. “Made of cobalt ericism, should work.”
“Yes, sir.”

Two minutes later Ianto was handing the desired box to his boss and Jack was sprinting out of the Hub.
Toshiko looked up at the younger man, momentarily taking off her comm. “Are you ok?”
“Fine,” he replied softly, deliberately not looking at her as he answered, instead concentrating on walking back downstairs.
“Don’t forget about tonight!”
“I won’t.”
Toshiko slipped her comm back in and as she updated the team on civilian reports about the ‘goo,’ she made a vow to get Ianto to open up to her that night during their ‘date’.

**
It wasn’t until early evening that the three returned from first containing the ‘goo,’ which Jack had explained to be a non-sentient type of flora from the planet Borstron 5. They had delivered it back across the Rift in the very short time period the gap in the Rift was open for and then retconned anyone who had seen it. The hardest part of the day was racking their tired brains to come up with a plausible story as to why a historical building, preserved for more than five decades, was now half gone.
All in all, it had been a tiring day for the three who had been out doing fieldwork and the thing that had kept Jack going was the wish that hopefully Toshiko hadn’t been so busy and had been able to carry out his little task he set for her this morning.

Jack looked like a child at Christmas; Toshiko reflected as she handed over two disks, one labelled ‘computer history’ and the other ‘CCTV.’
“Thank you,” Jack grinned gleefully, holding his precious toys to him.
“Are we ready to go?” a quiet voice came from behind him. Jack turned, frowning when he saw Ianto there with his coat. He’d swapped his suit for a pair of jeans and a black shirt and Jack licked his lips. Ianto deliberately didn’t look at him, gaze fixed on Tosh.
“Yeah,” Toshiko rose. “If Jack doesn’t need us for anything else…”
“No, no I don’t,” Jack looked at one and then the other. “Sorry, where are you two going?”
“Just out,” Ianto said, deliberately evasive, and Jack was intrigued to see the younger man blushing.
“Could I come with you?” Jack asked as innocently as he could, unable to stop the slightly mischievous expression creeping into his blue eyes.
“No!” Both Toshiko and Ianto squeaked simultaneously.
Jack raised an eyebrow.
“S-sorry, but it’s one of those plus one things,” Toshiko said shakily.
“I’m her plus one,” Ianto waved his shaking hand.
“Right,” Jack said in a tone of clear disbelief. “Well, just keep your mobiles on, in case I need you.”
Two heads bobbed and Toshiko and Ianto moved to practically flee the Hub.
“Oh, and Tosh, is this yours?” a blue dragonfly pin appeared in Jack’s fingers.
“I’ve been looking for that for the last week!” Toshiko cried delightedly as Jack gave it to her. “Where did you find it?”
“S.U.V passenger seat,” Jack replied breezily, smiling when she pinned it to her black jumper before she and Ianto left. As Ianto exited the Hub, Jack’s blue eyes greedily drank in the sight of the Welshman’s jean-clad backside.


Chuckling to himself, Jack went up to his office, first inserting the disk of the CCTV of him and Ianto into the disk drive and then tuning the device on his desk to the correct frequency to the listening device he had implanted in Toshiko’s badge. Jack had a habit of installing listening devices on anything lying around, number one, to test out the technology and number two, to make sure another Cyberwoman incident wouldn’t occur. He had had the pin for over a week now, waiting for a good time to give it to Toshiko. Now, whilst she was alone with Ianto, he might be able to glean some information on why the younger man had seemed so distant with him the few times they had had contact with one another that day. It had been as if the Welshman had been making a deliberate effort to avoid Jack for the little amount of time the captain had been in the Hub that day, which, admittedly, hadn’t been much. But Ianto was refusing to meet his eyes, and that worried Jack. Had he done something? Was Ianto keeping some sort of secret?
Toshiko and Ianto’s voices came over the device, a little bit static-y, but good enough. Jack began to listen.

**

Toshiko and Ianto walked companionably side-by-side, comfortably silent in the other’s presence. Tosh glanced at Ianto, “So…how are things with you and Jack?”
The Welshman sighed heavily and shrugged.
“What do you mean?” The Japanese woman pressed. “Has he done something to upset you?”
“Probably doesn’t realise he’s done it. That or I’m expecting too much,” Ianto replied softly.
“What happened?” Tosh asked, deep concern colouring her voice.
Ianto sighed, “When I got home last night, he was waiting for me. We…you know. And it was great, but then…he just up and left. Literally ‘came and went’.”
“Oh Ianto…”
“Then I finally fell asleep and I had this…nightmare,” Ianto looked away, clamming up.
Unfortunately for the younger man, Toshiko could win awards for her determination and she took Ianto’s larger, warmer hand, stroking her thumb over the knuckles soothingly. “What about?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Ianto. I want to know.”
Another sigh, “Lisa. Cannibals. The usual. But then…Jack.”
“What about him?” Toshiko pressed.
“With Gwen,” Ianto’s grey-blue eyes were locked on a point far away in the distance. “They were…laughing. At me. I was just his bit on the side, and he looked at her, really looked at her, and there was so much love in his eyes…” The hand Toshiko was holding trembled now.
“Ianto, that wasn’t real,” The older woman soothed.
“Could be though. The amount of times she flirts with him, he touches her…”
“Don’t worry about it. If Gwen’s got her eye on anyone, it’s Owen,” Toshiko murmured bitterly.
Now it was Ianto’s turn to comfort Tosh, the grip on her hand changing from needing to reassuring.
“One kiss doesn’t mean anything. Besides, that night…well, tense situations breed...unthinkable acts.” Ianto said referring to the night Lisa had attacked and Gwen and Owen had ended up sealed together in a mortuary chamber, where they had kissed.
“She’s got a boyfriend,” Toshiko continued, as if not hearing him, “So why dig her claws into Owen?”
“Because as far as she knows he’s available. If you want him, Tosh…”
“I don’t want him! He’s arrogant, conceited, flirts with everything with a pulse-”
“-Just like Jack then. We really know how to pick ‘em, eh Tosh?”
“Definitely,” the dark-headed woman said, shaking her head. “Right. Tonight I won’t think about Owen, you won’t think about Jack, deal? We’ll just enjoy ourselves.”
“How I’m meant to enjoy myself at a lap-dancing class is a little beyond me. I mean, it’s going to be embarrassing, all those strangers watching us…”
“Just imagine doing it with Jack.”
“I thought I’m not allowed to think about him tonight,” Ianto’s lips quirked playfully, and he laughed when Toshiko’s fist gently hit his arm.

**

It was once in a green moon (about one thousand times as rare as a blue moon and could only been seen on the fifth moon of the planet Fluke) that Jack Harkness fell off his chair. But the words lap-dancing class said in Ianto’s silky Welsh tones, combined with the fact that the captain had already been leaning quite far backwards on his chair, thinking deeply, had caused him to wind up in his current position on the floor, gaping at the listening device. Ianto…lap-dancing…His brain liked that idea. His cock liked the idea even more, beginning to throb softly in his pants. Shaking his head, Jack stood up, forcing himself to dampen his arousal. He had things to think about. Like explaining to Ianto his hasty exit, making him understand that nothing was going on with Gwen…
Not that Jack hadn’t thought about it, fantasized about it…She was, of course, a very beautiful woman. He could still remember pressing her body against his as he trained her how to use a gun, still feel silky strands of hair that he stroked from her face, smell her perfume. Her lips were soft; he remembered that from when she had kissed him after the sex-craving alien inhabiting Carys had been destroyed. Besides her attractive physical aspects, Gwen was also very determined, compassionate and wasn’t afraid of him. His gut clenched whenever he thought of the incident in the countryside when she was shot, and twisted when he remembered Owen saying he had kissed Gwen. Well ‘snogged’ as Gwen had put it. But the fact remained, she had a boyfriend, and although a few people had accused Jack of having no morals, he refused to break the two of them up. But if Gwen left Rhys, would Jack consider getting with her?
Jack sat down at his desk. The device was playing loud club music, indicating Ianto and Toshiko had arrived at their destination, so he wasn’t going to collect any more information from it. Lacing his fingers together, he rested his head on his hands, thinking over the puzzle again. If the situation was different, then maybe him and Gwen…No. It never did anyone any good considering all the different routes their lives and the lives of those around them could have gone down. What was done was done; it was the here and now that mattered. And here and now, Gwen had a boyfriend, and a possible thing with Owen, and Ianto was more than willing to be Jack’s bed mate. And God, there was nothing like three nights of sex to remind him just how cold and lonely it was to sleep alone.
Sleep…that brought him to another issue. Ianto was having nightmares? It was no wonder, with all the things he had seen and done in his short life, but why not tell Jack?
‘Because you’re not a doctor, you wouldn’t be able to help, and besides, what reason have you given him to confide in you?’ A cold pang of guilt stabbed Jack in the stomach and he closed his eyes wearily, ‘What did he say yesterday to Tosh when you were listening behind the door? Something about being sure I’ll get bored of him soon. Doubt that’ll happen somehow. Sure I probably won’t be with him until he dies, but I’m pretty certain I’ll be around for awhile…unless the Doctor comes. And then I’ll have to leave. Maybe this whole thing is a bad idea. Maybe I should just keep him at arm’s length. No, I can’t do that, too cruel. It’s all or nothing… And nothing means a cold bed to go home to’

Jack rested his forehead on the cool desk. Thinking was very useful when trying to stop alien masterminds, plagues or work out how to carry a weapon whilst naked (fun times!) but really not so great when it came to making decisions about feelings. He definitely cared for Ianto, most certainly found him attractive…but when his feelings for Ianto were the same as they were for Gwen, it got a little…uncomfortable.
Once Ianto was back, the two would talk, Jack decided, probably end up having sex again, and just see where it went from there. What was the point in planning the future when one day the future wouldn’t include any of his team? Better to live in the present. And with that in mind, he started browsing Ianto’s porn collection.

**

Toshiko had been surprisingly good at lap-dancing and Ianto suspected she’d done something like it before. The structure of the night was in thirds, the women, or whichever man decided to go first in the same-sex couples, had practiced their dancing first. Now came a short break and after this little interlude, it would be the males’ turn. Ianto took a small sip of his drink, shuddering slightly. Although being drunk would mean not feeling quite so embarrassed about the whole situation, he decided that it would be better to have a clear head. He didn’t want to fall on Toshiko, or something like that…Besides, after this was over, he might go to the Hub. Not to talk to Jack, what use was talking ever going to do? Jack was Jack, full of his own quirks and mysteries, that Ianto would probably never find reason behind. But he was very good at making Ianto forget everything that was wrong in the world…
“Hey, I know that look,” Toshiko’s hand came over his. “I told you to stop thinking about Jack.”
“And you haven’t thought about Owen once?”
Toshiko blushed, “Ah, well…I’m going to the toilet. I’ll see you in a minute.”
Ianto smirked to himself, turning his eyes back to the bar as he wondered what other things Jack kept in his desk drawer…

“Hi!”
Ianto’s blue eyes flicked up to meet bouncy green ones. The woman sitting in Toshiko’s vacant chair had long light brown hair and a sunny smile.
Ianto gave her a small smile in return, despite the sinking feeling in his gut. “Good evening.”
“I just wanted to ask…that girl. The Japanese one. Is she your girlfriend?”
“No! No, she’s a friend from work.”
“And she’s single?”
“…As far as I know. You’d have to talk to her about that.” Ianto replied guardedly.
The woman’s smile became practically blinding. “Brilliant! I’ll definitely talk to her later. Wait, she’s in the bathroom, right?” and before Ianto could stop her, she’d bounded off.
Well, at least Toshiko would have an interesting evening…

**
Toshiko returned from the toilet, looking flushed and happy.
“Did the woman catch up with you?”
“Yeah,” Toshiko breathed. “Her name’s Danielle. We might go out, after the class.”
“I could take off now, you know, let you two-”
“-No way are you getting out of this, Ianto. Come on,” She took his hand and dragged him back into the room where the class was taking place.
People had started to fill up the place again. Danielle winked at Toshiko from across the room and the Japanese woman hurried over, Ianto following slowly.
“Tosh, this is my friend, Gareth,” Danielle gestured to a shy-looking blonde, who waved weakly at them. “I practically dragged him along because he kept glancing at the poster every time we walked past but wouldn’t admit that he really wanted to try it!”
Gareth blushed and Ianto couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He gave the man a small smile, which was returned, thankfully.
“I know the feeling,” Toshiko laughed. “I had to beg Ianto for days before he finally gave in and admitted he’d actually wanted to do it for ages.”
“Ianto? Unusual name,” Danielle grinned at him. God, didn’t her muscles get tired from smiling?
“It’s Welsh, meaning ‘the gift of God.’.”
“Not just a pretty face, I see,” Danielle remarked, causing Ianto to turn pink.

The instructor walked in and the two groups separated, but not before Gareth nodded slightly at Danielle and whispered, “I’m sorry,” to Ianto.
“It’s okay,” Ianto replied softly, being led over to a chair by Toshiko. She looked at him expectantly and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “You know, you could go again.”
“Stop trying to get out of it,” She sat down, “Just think about…oh, I don’t know.”
“The person I’m forbidden to think about?”
“Or James Bond!”
“…Why would I?”
“I don’t know!”
The music started. Ianto pulled a face, he hated this band with a passion…Toshiko was glaring at him, so he took a deep breath and began to sway his hips in time to the music.

**

It was late, Jack noted, glancing at the clock at the corner of the computer screen. He frowned upon considering the disastrous mix; Ianto thinking Jack didn’t care, Toshiko’s unrequited love for Owen, the pain hurting even more now tangible as Gwen and Owen kept looking at one another and smirking or smiling across the Hub, and, of course, the universal catalyst for drunken fumbles between lonely friends; alcohol.
‘Ianto wouldn’t do that,’ Jack tried to tell himself, ‘Even if he thinks I might be unfaithful he’s far too loyal to ever go behind my back.’
Doubt continued to niggle at the back of his mind and he sighed heavily, finally rising and heading downstairs to the Hub.
Logging onto the computer, he brought up the CCTV program and checked the cameras near Toshiko’s and Ianto’s flats, heaving a silent sigh of relief when he realized neither had lights on. Then again, lights weren’t needed for a drunken fumble…
‘Oh stop thinking like that!’ he ordered himself, then conducting a brief search to work out which club his two team-members had gone to. Soon he had the CCTV footage up on screen of outside The Studio 7 Nightclub.
‘You’re turning into some sort of stalker.’
‘I just want to make sure he’s safe. They’re safe.’
‘…And now I’m talking to myself,” Jack ran his fingers through his hair, blue eyes fixed on the screen, unable to shake the strange foreboding settling over him…

**

Toshiko and Danielle were getting rather friendly in the corner. Ianto was starting to get bored, pubs were more his scene than nightclubs. Gareth didn’t seem too comfortable either, shifting around in his chair and glancing uneasily around.
“Is something wrong?” Ianto asked him.
“That man, over there,” Gareth jerked his head and Ianto looked, but the swarming mass of people made it hard to see. “He’s eyeing us up like…I don’t know. Candy.”
Wonderful. Ianto really wasn’t in a mood to be hit on. Rising, he drained his drink and smiled at Gareth. “I think I’m going to head home.”
“I’d better stay,” Gareth said glumly, tapping his glass of orange juice. “Danielle’s expecting me to drive her home.”
“I’m gonna say goodbye to Tosh,” Ianto replied, with a sympathetic smile, winding his way over to the two girls.
Toshiko vaguely acknowledged his presence and muttered something about a safe journey home. Ianto tried to stoically ignore what Danielle was doing to his friend at the time, something he had had plenty of experience with from walking in on Suzie and Owen when the woman had still been alive.

Walking across the club, he tensed when someone grabbed his arm and he was pulled towards a warm body.
“Where you goin’?”
“If you would like to unhand me sir,” Ianto replied coolly, pulling back to face his adversary. The other man was about as tall as Jack, blonde hair, hazel eyes, a scar on his left cheek and a very unpleasant lustful look in his eye.
“I don’t think so. Why don’t we go somewhere more private?”
“No, thank you,” Ianto jerked his arm out of the man’s grip and strode away, skirting a crowd of clubbers who would hopefully interfere with the other man’s progress.

After what felt like forever, he was finally leaving the club. There was a CCTV camera outside. He glanced up at it. Normally they made him feel…sort of cold. He’d read 1984 when he was younger and the Big Brother thing had stayed with him. But now he felt oddly safe. Almost as if Jack were watching him somewhere.
A quick look around informed Ianto the captain was nowhere to be seen. Sighing to himself, he headed back to the Hub, the urge to see Jack suddenly overwhelming.

**

Jack sat up as Ianto finally came out of the club. The older man frowned, puzzled, when Ianto actually looked at the camera. Did he suspect Jack was spying on him? Ianto stood still a few moments more, glancing around, before heading off in the direction of the Hub.
Good, now Jack could relax. He went to close down the window, but froze when another man emerged from the club, stalking after Ianto. Jack caught the look in the man’s eyes and really didn’t like what he saw there.
Springing up, he dashed down the stairs, grabbed his coat and hastily jumped on the lift, cursing its slowness as it gently rose.
Once finally outside, he began to run as fast as he could to meet Ianto, praying that the worst thing that would happen that night would be Jack looking a fool as he accidentally physically bumped into Ianto…

**

What had been a pretty busy street only a few hours before was now a fairly quiet one. Ianto walked along, deep in thought. What was he going to say to Jack? With alcohol in his system, was he more likely to bring up something he wouldn’t whilst completely sober? Maybe he should just go home. But the Hub was a lot closer. Besides, today, when he’d been avoiding Jack, had just felt completely wrong. It was best just to swallow the pain he felt and take what was given to him…right?

Suddenly, something hit the back of Ianto’s head, and he yelled in pain, momentarily dazed. That gave his attacker enough time to shove him into the alleyway Ianto had been walking past and pin him against the wall.
Ianto struggled and began to call for help, but his assailant grabbed his hair and slammed his face against the rough brick tiles. The Welshman felt skin split and pain burned through his forehead.
“Did you really think you could just walk away from me?”
Ianto felt cold all over as he recognized the voice, it was the man from the club!
‘Well, at least he hadn’t gone after Gareth,’ some chivalrous part of his mind thought, before hands began groping him through his trousers. Ianto closed his eyes, now his arms were only being held by one hand; it was only a matter of time before the grip weakened enough for him to get his arms free…

There was an abrupt yell and what sounded like quite a solid punch, and Ianto was suddenly free. He spun around so his back was to the wall and blinked at the sight of Jack straddling his attacker. The captain’s eyes were alight with blue fire, every muscle in his body tensed in anger as he leant down to whisper in the would-be rapist’s ear. Ianto had no idea what was being said, but the man on the floor honestly looked like he wished he’d never been born.
Jack’s fist came up and hit the man’s temple, leaving him unconscious. Then he rose, turning to Ianto. “Can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”
“I was waiting for an opportunity to get free, sir.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “Ianto,” he said in a voice that sounded as if Jack was restraining himself. “You nearly just got raped. If there was ever a time when calling me ‘sir’ was less than appropriate, it would be now.”
Ianto looked confused. “I was waiting for an opportunity to get free, Jack?”
The captain let out an exasperated sigh. “Come on,” he held out his hand, which Ianto stared at, puzzled. “We’re going back to the Hub.”
“I think I can walk without help Jack,” Ianto replied, still looking at Jack’s outstretched hand.
Jack simply stepped forward and took Ianto’s hand. “I know. I just want to know you’re really safe.”


A/N: *Ducks pens/rocks/scrunched up paper/knives/cows/ducks/whales/purple-pink Komodo Dragons with sparkly wings…* I know, I know, you all wanted to read Ianto lap-dancing! And you will! I’m just not overly confident I could write the learning and then the performance without it being too repetitive. So you’re just going to have to wait :D I’ll have the second part of this chapter up as soon as possible. It will feature a shower, very hot sex and a much-needed conversation between Jack and Ianto. Watch this space…