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Category:
S through Z › Torchwood
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,588
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Torchwood and I’m not making any money here either.
Disturbia
Disturbia
Flora_Winters
I do not own Torchwood and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Ianto becomes just a wee bit unbalanced. He’s going to take all his crazy out on a certain sexy captain. Language, MM, Violence
Prologue
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
What’s wrong with me?
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dun bum
Why do I feel like this?
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
I’m going crazy now
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
--RIHANNA
He could still see the blood on his hands. They had been covered in the cold, crimson liquid. He could still smell the coppery-tang scent. He had wept for hours and no one had come to comfort him. He had no one now. He truly was all alone in this world.
“You like to think you’re a hero!” His voiced echoed all around in the night air. “But you’re the biggest monster of all!”
The soft moonlight played along his pale hands. Its cold, silver light revealed that his hands would never be clean again. They would forever be perpetually stained with all that blood.
He sat on the swing, feeling the cool breeze blow through his hair. His life didn’t mean anything now. He was empty. The world was such a shallow, hollow sphere of nothingness.
He lifted the bottle to his lips, taking the last sip from it. He no longer cared. He wished he were dead.
He gazed up at the distant moon, tossing the empty bottle over his shoulder. He blinked when he didn’t hear it hit the ground.
“Ianto?” A voice asked from behind him.
It was Jack.
He didn’t move. There was no point it. He no longer had anything to say. His voice fell on deaf ears. His heart was a cold stone in his chest.
“Do you want a push?” The monster asked.
He closed his eyes. Why was Jack even here? It wasn’t like he even cared about him. He had even been willing to put a bullet in his face. That was how fucking cruel Jack Harkness was.
He felt him move up behind him, feeling warm hands on his shoulders. He wanted to scream and rant at him, but what was the use? Jack cared not for his feelings. The bastard had made that abundantly clear.
He slowly lifted his feet up off the ground, letting Jack push him for some morbid reason. It almost felt like he was in grade-school again. He still kept his eyes closed.
“Ianto?” Jack asked in a soft voice. “Where did you go?”
He didn’t answer him. Wasn’t the answer obvious? He had died. He was a ghost now.
“Owen has been calling you the Ice Queen,” the captain lightly chuckled.
Ice? Yes. That’s exactly what he felt like. He felt cold and frosted over. The name suited him well.
“Are you even going to talk to me?” Jack asked.
No. You will have to command me, oh great Captain. You’re so very, very good at that, Sir. You give the orders and everyone jumps to obey. Isn’t that just the way you like it? You never have to worry about any of those nasty feelings getting involved when you refuse to treat a person like they’re worth something.
Jack continued pushing him for some time. Why didn’t he just leave? He wasn’t going to speak to him. His silent treatments were legendary. So, why was he still sticking around for? He would have been annoyed had he given a shit.
“Okay,” Jack sighed, still pushing. “You can give me that infamous silent treatment all you want. I have all the time in the world.”
Ianto opened his eyes. He wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he probably would, right here, just to piss him off. Plus, he would have to speak in order to tell him to do so, too. The jerk was such an ass.
He jumped out of the swing, landing on his feet, walking away. If Jack wouldn’t leave, then he would. He had no clue where he would go, but anywhere was better than being here with him. That was for goddamn sure.
Something suddenly jumped him from behind and he went down on his face with a thud. It was Jack, of course. He would know those pheromones anywhere. The guy had his arms around him, lying on top of him. He didn’t even move. There was no point in struggling. He didn’t need another busted lip.
“Oh, come on,” Jack growled, squeezing him. “Aren’t you even going to fight back?”
No. I’m not going to give you the satisfaction in getting a rise out of me.
He cursed in his mind. Those goddamn pheromones were causing a rise of another sort. The front of his pants was getting very tight. He just wanted to do his damn job and be left the fuck alone. Was that asking for too much?
Yes!
Jack suddenly straddled him from behind, rolling him over to face him. Now the prick was going to feel his prick. This was just fucking great. He really did wish he were dead. It would have saved him from this humiliation. Now Jack was going to whip it out and rub it in his face.
Jack loomed over him and Ianto showed no emotion at all. The bigger man gently cupped his face with both his hands. They were so big and warm. Ianto gazed up into Jack’s deceptively soft eyes, finding something strange in them. There was an emotion.
“I’m sorry,” Jack whispered to him.
Ianto squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to look at him. He didn’t even want to hear him.
Shut up, Jack!
He felt two drops of rain land on his cheeks. He opened his eyes. Jack was crying. The monster actually had tears streaming down his handsome face.
“I’m sorry for causing you so much pain,” he said, lowering his head, resting it under his chin.
Ianto was in shock. What the hell was this crap? Jack didn’t cry. Jack never cried. He had never seen him cry. He was playing with him.
The fucking bastard!
“Come back to the Hub with me,” Jack said, lifting his head. “I don’t like it when you’re not there…cleaning something.”
Ianto turned his head to the side, keeping the anger out of his eyes. Was that all he was good for. Cleaning?
The ground was cold. He was going to have grass stains. He just knew it. That would be more work for him to do.
“Fine,” he muttered under his breath.
Jack’s eyes lit up as if Christmas had come early. “That’s the first word you’ve spoken to me in four weeks.”
“I hate you,” he whispered. Tears stung his eyes, blurring his vision as they fell from their corners. “I fucking hate you…”
“That’s seven more words,” Jack happily smiled, wiping at the tears with his warm thumbs.
“I’m cold,” Ianto muttered, wanting to punch that stupid smile off his stupid face.
“Do you want to go get a coffee?” Jack asked him. “I’ll pay.”
It was suddenly so very clear in Ianto’s mind. It was like a bolt of lightning illuminating the hidden path before him in the darkness. He was going to kill him. He was going to kill him dead.
Wicked laughter filled the recesses of his disturbed mind. It was wild and crazed. Oh, he was going to fucking kill him!
“Fine,” he said, letting Jack help him to his feet.
A plan was already forming in his head.
To Be Continued…
Flora_Winters
I do not own Torchwood and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Ianto becomes just a wee bit unbalanced. He’s going to take all his crazy out on a certain sexy captain. Language, MM, Violence
Prologue
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
What’s wrong with me?
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dun bum
Why do I feel like this?
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
I’m going crazy now
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
--RIHANNA
He could still see the blood on his hands. They had been covered in the cold, crimson liquid. He could still smell the coppery-tang scent. He had wept for hours and no one had come to comfort him. He had no one now. He truly was all alone in this world.
“You like to think you’re a hero!” His voiced echoed all around in the night air. “But you’re the biggest monster of all!”
The soft moonlight played along his pale hands. Its cold, silver light revealed that his hands would never be clean again. They would forever be perpetually stained with all that blood.
He sat on the swing, feeling the cool breeze blow through his hair. His life didn’t mean anything now. He was empty. The world was such a shallow, hollow sphere of nothingness.
He lifted the bottle to his lips, taking the last sip from it. He no longer cared. He wished he were dead.
He gazed up at the distant moon, tossing the empty bottle over his shoulder. He blinked when he didn’t hear it hit the ground.
“Ianto?” A voice asked from behind him.
It was Jack.
He didn’t move. There was no point it. He no longer had anything to say. His voice fell on deaf ears. His heart was a cold stone in his chest.
“Do you want a push?” The monster asked.
He closed his eyes. Why was Jack even here? It wasn’t like he even cared about him. He had even been willing to put a bullet in his face. That was how fucking cruel Jack Harkness was.
He felt him move up behind him, feeling warm hands on his shoulders. He wanted to scream and rant at him, but what was the use? Jack cared not for his feelings. The bastard had made that abundantly clear.
He slowly lifted his feet up off the ground, letting Jack push him for some morbid reason. It almost felt like he was in grade-school again. He still kept his eyes closed.
“Ianto?” Jack asked in a soft voice. “Where did you go?”
He didn’t answer him. Wasn’t the answer obvious? He had died. He was a ghost now.
“Owen has been calling you the Ice Queen,” the captain lightly chuckled.
Ice? Yes. That’s exactly what he felt like. He felt cold and frosted over. The name suited him well.
“Are you even going to talk to me?” Jack asked.
No. You will have to command me, oh great Captain. You’re so very, very good at that, Sir. You give the orders and everyone jumps to obey. Isn’t that just the way you like it? You never have to worry about any of those nasty feelings getting involved when you refuse to treat a person like they’re worth something.
Jack continued pushing him for some time. Why didn’t he just leave? He wasn’t going to speak to him. His silent treatments were legendary. So, why was he still sticking around for? He would have been annoyed had he given a shit.
“Okay,” Jack sighed, still pushing. “You can give me that infamous silent treatment all you want. I have all the time in the world.”
Ianto opened his eyes. He wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he probably would, right here, just to piss him off. Plus, he would have to speak in order to tell him to do so, too. The jerk was such an ass.
He jumped out of the swing, landing on his feet, walking away. If Jack wouldn’t leave, then he would. He had no clue where he would go, but anywhere was better than being here with him. That was for goddamn sure.
Something suddenly jumped him from behind and he went down on his face with a thud. It was Jack, of course. He would know those pheromones anywhere. The guy had his arms around him, lying on top of him. He didn’t even move. There was no point in struggling. He didn’t need another busted lip.
“Oh, come on,” Jack growled, squeezing him. “Aren’t you even going to fight back?”
No. I’m not going to give you the satisfaction in getting a rise out of me.
He cursed in his mind. Those goddamn pheromones were causing a rise of another sort. The front of his pants was getting very tight. He just wanted to do his damn job and be left the fuck alone. Was that asking for too much?
Yes!
Jack suddenly straddled him from behind, rolling him over to face him. Now the prick was going to feel his prick. This was just fucking great. He really did wish he were dead. It would have saved him from this humiliation. Now Jack was going to whip it out and rub it in his face.
Jack loomed over him and Ianto showed no emotion at all. The bigger man gently cupped his face with both his hands. They were so big and warm. Ianto gazed up into Jack’s deceptively soft eyes, finding something strange in them. There was an emotion.
“I’m sorry,” Jack whispered to him.
Ianto squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to look at him. He didn’t even want to hear him.
Shut up, Jack!
He felt two drops of rain land on his cheeks. He opened his eyes. Jack was crying. The monster actually had tears streaming down his handsome face.
“I’m sorry for causing you so much pain,” he said, lowering his head, resting it under his chin.
Ianto was in shock. What the hell was this crap? Jack didn’t cry. Jack never cried. He had never seen him cry. He was playing with him.
The fucking bastard!
“Come back to the Hub with me,” Jack said, lifting his head. “I don’t like it when you’re not there…cleaning something.”
Ianto turned his head to the side, keeping the anger out of his eyes. Was that all he was good for. Cleaning?
The ground was cold. He was going to have grass stains. He just knew it. That would be more work for him to do.
“Fine,” he muttered under his breath.
Jack’s eyes lit up as if Christmas had come early. “That’s the first word you’ve spoken to me in four weeks.”
“I hate you,” he whispered. Tears stung his eyes, blurring his vision as they fell from their corners. “I fucking hate you…”
“That’s seven more words,” Jack happily smiled, wiping at the tears with his warm thumbs.
“I’m cold,” Ianto muttered, wanting to punch that stupid smile off his stupid face.
“Do you want to go get a coffee?” Jack asked him. “I’ll pay.”
It was suddenly so very clear in Ianto’s mind. It was like a bolt of lightning illuminating the hidden path before him in the darkness. He was going to kill him. He was going to kill him dead.
Wicked laughter filled the recesses of his disturbed mind. It was wild and crazed. Oh, he was going to fucking kill him!
“Fine,” he said, letting Jack help him to his feet.
A plan was already forming in his head.
To Be Continued…