Fic: This Other Darkness - Jack/Ianto 5/6

[metztlimoon]

Author: Metztlimoon
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/OMC
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Blood, Vampirism, Mind control/iffy consent.
A/N: Written for thestopwatch  fic exchange
Betas: Jimmymick and blaiyzed

 
Part ONE is HERE.
Part TWO is HERE
Part THREE is HERE
Part FOUR is HERE
  

The ache in Jack's shoulders is so familiar for one terrifying moment he believes he's back on the Valiant, and it has been a cruel nightmare. But when he opens his eyes, and blinks away the drugs he guesses were used to keep him unconscious this long, he knows he's not.

He's in some kind of cellar; the word dungeon leaps into his mind but he won't acknowledge it as such. He's bound, naked, between two posts. In front of him, Thorne is lounging at the end of a long black couch, barefoot with his shirt open and the ubiquitous brandy glass. At the other- and it takes Jack a moment to realise who the shadowed figure is- Ianto, bare chested, with his arm thrown along the back of the couch,  mirroring Thorne's pose.

 

“Hey,” Jack says.  “If you wanted to play you only had to ask.”

 

“Welcome back,” Thorne says.  “I wanted to introduce you to my family. Cut him down and hold him.”

 

Hands seize Jack from behind, and the ropes binding his wrists are cut. Fingers dig into the nerves on his neck and drive him to his knees.  Turning, he realises the cellar is full, maybe seven or eight people, eyes glinting silver, in the candlelight. Cat's eyes. To see in the dark.   Jack laughs.

 

“You seem amused,” Thorne says.

 

“You have a crypt. I was wondering where you keep the coffins and virgins.”

 

Thorne smiles. “It is rather Hammer Horror, isn't it? Still, the location is convenient and we are rarely disturbed. Except when someone from Torchwood is investigating 100 year old sewers and accidentally stumbles into my little nest.” Thorne looks at Ianto.

 

Ianto smiles weakly. “In fairness, I don't remember that.”

 

“What have you done to him?”

 

“He came of his own free will,” Thorne reaches out his hand to Ianto, and Jack watches in horror as he slides himself along Thorne's body, curling up against his thigh. Thorne tears the skin on his own hand and drops his arm round Ianto's shoulders, offering him his blood.

“There.”

 

For one second, Ianto looks at Jack, his eyes full of doubt.  Jack shakes his head slowly, and Ianto turns away from him, lapping at Thorne's fingers.

 

“What do you want?” Jack says.

 

“I've got what I want,” Thorne says. He tips Ianto's head away from his wrist and leads him to his mouth, where Ianto's lips leave a smear of blood.  “But the question is, how badly do you want him back?”

 

Ianto settles into Thorne's arms and nuzzles at his throat. To Jack, it feels like betrayal, and it hurts. It's not his fault. It's not.  “Undo it,” Jack says. “And I'll do whatever it is you want.”

 

“You'll do it anyway. The deal is, do I share him with you, or keep him to myself?”

 

“Go to hell,” says Jack.

 

Thorne gently pushes Ianto away, and steps forward, standing in front of Jack. Jack tenses, waiting for Thorne to get close enough, but he stays just out of reach.  “Even a vampire life has an end,” Thorne says. “A human only sustains for so long. But there is so much life in you, Jack.  May I call you Jack?” 

 

“Please, don't. ”

 

“How many lifetimes could you give me?” Thorne says.  “Could you give me forever...?  Hold him, tight.” Thorne crouches down in front of Jack, face level with him. Thorne touches Jack's cheek with his fingers. Jack spits in his face. Thorne just smiles and wipes it away.  “Please believe me, I would far rather this had happened under different circumstances.”

 

Jack struggles, until the moment Thorne's teeth, sink into the skin of his neck. There is pain... then a rush like every endorphin hit Jack has ever known. He tries to pull away, but although he realises he's no longer being held, he can't coax his limbs into moving. What... what the...

 

 “A gift,” Thorne whispers in his ear, and reaches down to run his hand between Jack's legs. Jack's body reacts, his cock growing in Thorne's hand, and he hates it. “My gift.”

 

As Thorne pulls away, Jack snatches uselessly for him. Over his shoulder, he sees Ianto, his knees drawn up, gnawing on his fist. Thorne sits back down on the couch and draws Ianto's head into his lap, stroking his hair..

 

 “Enjoy,” Thorne says.

 

Jack is dragged down, and eight hungry mouths tear their way into his skin. The endorphins give out long before his heart does.

 

------

 

This time, when Jack wakes, he's lying on his side on silk sheets. His body burns as the scars heal. The room is in semi-darkness,  the light of dawn. Strands of rope snare the bedposts, but fading red marks on his wrists show him he has recently been untied.

 

 He isn't alone, Ianto is standing by the window, blinds casting lines of shadow on his face. Jack hardly dares speak. What has he done to you...

 

“Ianto,” he says, quietly.

 

 Ianto turns, and for a moment he moves towards him, then hesitates. “I bought you your clothes.”

 

“Thanks.” Ianto throws the clothes onto the end of the bed and Jack sits up to get them. “So, “he says.  “Where do we stand?”

 

Ianto doesn't answer for a long time, instead he looks away while Jack dresses. Eventually he says,  “I was worried it would be too much... even for you. So I made them stop.”

 

“It's okay,” Jack reaches out, and Ianto comes to him hesitantly. When Jack drags Ianto's mouth against his, Ianto pulls away, and Jack lets him go, aching. “I see.”  

 

Ianto tips his head back and sighs at the ceiling. “I'm sorry,” he says. “I've made a choice. Being with him, it's like standing next to a God.”

 

Jack hurts at how much he understands. “I never put much stock in Gods.” Jack says.  “He's done something to you, this isn't you.”

 

“No,” Ianto says.  “I'm still me. Same old me. Just....”  Ianto presses a key into Jack's hand.  “If you go now you'll be able to get out. They're all asleep in their coffins downstairs.”

 

“You're kidding me.”

 

“About the coffins, yes. His receptionist will see you if you leave the front way.  Go down the stairs at the end of the corridor,  through the cellar, that's where the gate to the sewer is. Take the key and go.”

 

“You're coming with me.”

 

Ianto shakes his head. “He won't be asleep long.”

 

“If I have to knock you out and carry you over my shoulder, Ianto Jones, I will.”

 

“He only got to you through me,” Ianto says. “Listen to me Jack. He could have just grabbed you off the street but he couldn't risk that going wrong. I'm his bargaining chip and while I'm still in the picture you don't want to fight him. Sooner or later you'll decide that this is bigger than me.  I don't want you to make that choice, and I don't want to be there when you do.”

Jack has a desperate notion of what Ianto is saying. Don't you dare.  “Come with me...”

 

“I can't. He hasn't let me take blood from anyone but him. He gives me just enough to stop the craving, not enough for me to change. Away from him, away from his influence, I can think, but it would only be a matter of time before I killed someone and ended up ...” Ianto lets his voice die away.  “That isn't what I want to be. I can already feel it - I want to hurt you.”

 

“But if you let me go...”

 

“I'll tell him you made me do it.  I'll talk him round. ”

 

Bollocks you will. “He'll kill you.”

 

“Maybe,” Ianto says.  “Or strip away whatever's left of me. But then I'm out of the picture, and you can fix the problem.”  Ianto pulls Jack into a kiss, a deep, longing kiss that tastes like goodbye. “ Please, Jack. Please go while there's still enough of me left to love you.”

Jack's throat burns now, and he forces away what may too quickly become tears. Alone, I'll be faster. I'll get out of here. Get to the hub, come back with some heavy hitters, get Owen to sort you out somehow. With you unconscious the chances of either of us getting out reduce. But if I leave you... If I leave to wipe this bastard off the planet, you won't be here when I get back.

 

“Ianto,” Jack says, making him look up at him. “You stay alive for two hours, you hear me. Two hours. I don't care how you do it. You'd better be here when I get back”

 

He claims Ianto's mouth with his own, trying not to think of it as one last time. Then he is gone without letting himself look back.

 

   -------------

 

   

 Gwen sees him first, and leaps to her feet, shaking Tosh who's asleep in her lap on the couch.

  
“Jack, where the hell have you been? Where's Ianto?”

 

Jack carries on striding through the hub and reaches the armoury.  “I'm going back for him.”

 

“Christ,” Owen says, stirring from his dozing position on his desk. “What time is it.”

 

“T minus ninety,” Jack says.

 

“What's happening?” Gwen says.

 

“Ninety to what?” Owen says rubbing his eyes.

 

“I need to know whatever you found out about vampires,” Jack says.  “Anything.”

 

Tosh has found her feet and has reached her desk.  “They had one at Torchwood one for eight years,” she says.  “Most of the data was lost and what I could find wasn't much help.”

 

“Tell me,” says Jack, and pulls the pulse cannon from it's rack.

 

“Subject 34762 / 4,” she says.  “Subject's aliases, Thorne Gilchrist or  Thorne Gilmour.”

 

“Well that figures,” Jack says.

 

“Resistant to all known energy weapons. Recovered from severe injuries inflicted through bullets, bladed weapons, napalm- provided he was given fresh blood. ”

 

“I put two bullets into Ianto's shoulder and he didn't so much as hesitate,” Owen says.  

 

“They didn't want to actually kill him, as he was too valuable as a research subject, but they tortured him for a good portion of those years. He escaped in 2003.”

 

I could almost feel sorry for him. Except for what he's done... is doing... to Ianto.  Jack puts the pulse cannon back on the rack and takes down the Winchester instead. “Great. So we still have no idea how to kill him.”

 

“A stake through the heart would be traditional.” Owen says. 

 

“Only in Western mythology,” Tosh says.

 

“So, let me get this straight,” says Owen. “Torchwood used to have a vampire, and now he's back to settle the score?”

 

“There's something else,” Tosh gets off her chair and comes to stand at the railing. “Last night when I was trying to modify the tracker to compensate for the EM effects of the 'vampire field'; from the readings I took, I can scan directly for the energy now.” She hesitates, and Jack knows there is something more. “I got some strange readings from the thing in your office.  Whatever it's made of severely disrupts the field. ”

 

At this, Jack looks up, and starts walking back towards Tosh. “Disrupts, how?”

 

“I'd say it was specifically designed to do so. Like it was part of a weapon of some kind. An alien weapon against vampires.”

 

“Can you turn it into a weapon?”

 

Tosh looks at him. “I could... duct-tape it to a stick?”

 

“Do it.”

 

Tosh looks surprised, but runs off to do it anyway. Owen takes his turn now, standing on the step.  “I might have a solution to Ianto's condition,” he says.  “We freeze him.”

 

“Is that a solution or a time buying measure?”

 

“Time is about all I can offer you,” Owen says.  “I'm fairly sure that once the infection reaches a particular stage it permanently writes itself into the DNA.”

 

“It isn't an infection,” says Jack.

 

“It is if you consider it behaves like a virus. Hijacking a cell to make more versions of itself,” Owen says.  “Changing the host to ensure it's own survival.”

 

“Nice theory, do something with it. Treat the energy as the driving force,  the 'contaminated' blood just gives a template. I don't trust the source of that information, but it's all I've got.”

 

Owen disappears into the autopsy bay, and Tosh emerges from Jack's office with the shard of metal between her fingers. It doesn't affect you, Jack thinks. Only me.  Even fragments of Time Lord technology hate me.  She sits at her desk and starts taping.

 

“Where are you going?” Jack says, as Gwen walks past him towards the armoury.

 

“If you're going to get Ianto back, I'm coming with you.” She comes out with the M249 machine gun.

 

“No,” he says.  “I need you here in case something goes wrong.”

 

She shakes her head. “No way. If this was something you could handle on your own you'd have done it already. I'm doing this Jack.”

 

“Fine,” says Jack. “They're hard, they're fast, and they don't stay down. They mess with your head. Shoot first, shoot often, cuff them when they're down - and don't hang around.”

 

“Right,” she says.

 

“Done,” says Tosh, and holds up the fragment, now lashed onto a steel handle giving it the dimensions of a knife. Jack steps back and lets her hand it to Gwen.

 

“Keep hold of that,” says Jack. “Until I ask for it.”

 

Gwen pockets the makeshift weapon in her combat jacket. As Jack moves to leave, Tosh gets up.  “I'm driving,” she says.  “Because it sounds like you might need a quick get away.”

 

“I'm not asking you to do this.”

 

“I know,” says Tosh.  “I'm doing it for Ianto.”

 

    ------

 

Thorne's room is dark, and he's lying in the shadows, pale against dark sheets.  Ianto strips off his clothes, and lies next to him, running his fingers down his chest. Thorne pulls him against his body, guiding Ianto's mouth against his throat.  “Is this what you want?”

 

“Yes,” Ianto says, and nips at he skin.

 

“And this?” Thorne runs his hand down Ianto's chest and strokes his cock.

 

"Yes... I want that too.” Ianto rests his hands on either side of Thorne's head, and sits across his hips. 

 

“What else is it you want?”

 

“I want you to take me.  Completely.” Complete the betrayal- complete everything.

 

“Then bite harder...” Thorne says. “You still have baby teeth.”

 

Ianto tries, but the motion is still too alien too him, still frightens him. Even when Thorne rakes his fingernails across his back, almost enough for him to forget, he doesn't need it enough to bite through skin.  “I can't.”

 

“I have been too generous,” Thorne laughs, turning his head, and biting the side of Ianto's neck. Ianto moans, struggling for just a moment until he feels heat rush through him.  He slumps sideways, Thorne moving with him, still draining his life and filling him with pleasure, until he's lying on his back with Thorne above him, smiling predatorially. It's his blood on Thorne's lips now and he wants.

 

“Now do you want it enough?”

 

Ianto tries to lean up, fasten his teeth onto Thorne's skin, but Thorne holds him down by pressing his fingers to Ianto's throat.

 

“You let him go, didn't you?”

 

“I'm sorry... please... I need.”

 

“Do you need to forget?”  Thorne pushes Ianto's thighs apart with his knee.  “Or do you want me to fuck you, so you can remember you betrayed us both?”

 

Ianto wants Thorne inside him. He wants blood. He wants to be forgiven. He's shaking because he can't move and the man he needs is holding him down, holding everything.  “I'm sorry.  Please...”

 

Thorne touches Ianto's cheek almost tenderly, licks his fingers and reaches down. Ianto whimpers as Thorne's fingers tease at his entrance. “If I give you what you need, will you die for me?”

 

A thousand times. A thousand million times, Oh God. “Yes.”

 

Ianto closes his eyes, moaning in pain as Thorne pulls back his fingers and pushes his way inside him. When Thorne leans forward, he's pressing his wrist against Ianto's lips, and Ianto tears at the skin without hesitation, waiting to surrender... waiting to forget. Oh, so close. So very close...

 

Thorne looks down at him.  “And the most exquisite part of this is that you'll know exactly what you're doing but you won't be able to stop.”

***************
Part SIX is HERE

Comments

[cytherea999.livejournal.com]

Tosh looks at him. “I could... duct-tape it to a stick?”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[bk_forever]

Like Jack, I could feel sorry for Thorne if he wasn't behaving the way he is.

Ianto's trying to protect Jack, I just hope Jack and the others can rescue him before it's too late! I don't believe he wants Thorne more than Jack, but his body is craving what Thorne can give him and Thorne is controlling him through that, possibly with some mind control included.