Title: What Price Love<br>
by PEJA<br>
Fandom: Torchwood<br>
Rating: FRAO, for violence<br>
Pairing (portrayed by): <br>
1. Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones (John Brrowman/Gareth David-Lloyd)<br>
2. past Ianto Jones/Lisa Hallett (Gareth David-Lloyd/Caroline Chikezie)<br>
Summary: Loving Ianto comes at a crushing cost, but Jack is willing to
pay...whatever the price.<br>
Warnings: OOC Ianto, angst, H/c if you can accept comfort or healing in
the form of consensual pain. previous hetero relationship...well, guess I
should mention there is tazer torture and the death of an immortal, who
comes back just as sensual as ever.(Can't keep a good sex demon down,
can ya?)<br>
Acknowlegements: This story is dedicated to Kate, who asked for
Evil!Ianto. Hope this comes close to what you want.<br>
Spoilers: Cyberwoman, big time.<br>
Notes: The Cyberwoman details come from the episode case notes in "The
Torchwood Archives" published by BBC Books<br>
Prompt: All_Unwritten Prompt #947 - burn marks<br>
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to Davies and the BBC.<br>
<br>
<br>
Such a little thing. A misjudged reach across the conference table, the
slip of an immaculate cuff just high enough to betray his dark secret.
The quick tug, pulling the soft cotton back into place. Something no
one would think to question in Ianto on first blush. Unless of course
you knew the tell-tale signs that broadcast Ianto was in bad shape.<br>
<br>
Jack knew them. Had been watching for them ever since Ianto had evaded
his embrace last weekend with a murmured, "I have to finish this,
Jack." This being a stupid crossword puzzle he was doing on the
internet. <br>
<br>
Jack hadn't pressed the incident. He'd gone through Ianto's pulling
away on several occasions since they had committed to each other so the
burn marks on Ianto's forearm didn't come as a shock. A disappointment,
yes, but not a shock. Self-mutilation was Ianto's way of coping when the
guilt and grief got hard to bear in him. <br>
<br>
The price Jack paid for ordering and carrying out the execution of Lisa
Hallet would come next. <br>
<br>
Make no mistake, Jack had lived too long, lived through to much not to
accept there would be a cost when he'd drawn the reluctant man into an
intimate romance. He told himself it hadn't been intentional. He'd only
meant to take a more personal hand in the quiet man's... how had he
worded it in his archive notes for the "Cyberwoman" case? Oh yes, he'd
only meant to take more time with him, one on one, to better meet
Ianto's personal and emotional needs. Strictly professional and all that
rot.<br>
<br>
Funny how a life-weary man can deceive himself without even trying.
Imagine it. Him, Jack Harkness, wanting to spend time with a damn
attractive man, strictly professional. <br>
<br>
He smirked self-depreciating. Which profession would that be, Jack?
Gigolo for hire? <br>
<br>
But Jesus God....Way back at the beginning, when Ianto had commented on
Jack's natural scent being good. God, just the thought of it and Jack
had felt over the moon with wanting him. He'd had it bad for Ianto
Jones since he'd landed full body contact in the cunning man's arms that
night in the warehouse. <br>
<br>
And Ianto had wanted Jack as well. Jack read the desire in his eyes as
clearly as if the man had shouted it to the four winds...or broadcast it
on the 24 hour new channel. But Ianto had resisted his own desire, had
pretended not to feel the strong pull. Well, he had his love for Lisa
to keep him warm at night, didn't he?<br>
<br>
Until Jack had put done to that.... with deadly accuracy. <br>
<br>
The only mercy Jack had shown Ianto that day was to put him on
indefinite suspension, ordering him to get out and get his damn head on
straight. Not come back until he could do his job.<br>
<br>
Jack had clamped down hard on his own emotions, stamping down his own
need to comfort Ianto. Ianto had betrayed them. Had betrayed him. Him,
dammitall. Ianto had loved a dead woman better. <br>
<br>
And anyway, the grieving man would not have appreciated Jack's comfort
from blood stained hands. Instead, once the rest of the team had
vanished deeper into the bowels of the hub and Ianto had finished
putting the destruction back in order, Jack had handed down his
punishments, then he'd gripped Ianto's arm in a harsh, hurtful grasp and
escorted him out of the Hub in silence.<br>
<br>
Ianto had walked away, stiff backed, and never once looked back, leaving
Jack to wonder if the man was walking out of his life and not just
taking a break from the job. <br>
<br>
Jack had watched Ianto walking out of his life for long after the man
had actually faded from sight. Unable to break that tenuous link until
Owen had called up to ask for orders on how to proceed with clean up.<br>
<br>
Jack had forced himself to turn away and rejoin the remainder of his
team.<br>
<br>
He'd personally seen to the decommissioning of the cyber-conversion unit
and any other cyber-technology that had found its way into the basement
storage unit. Over-seeing that each and every part of the diabolical
machine was torn apart and melted down before deposing of it according
to protocol. He'd observed Owen during the removal of the cyber
components embedded in Lisa Hallett's body and hand-delivered them to
the furnaces, disposing of them as he had the rest of the cyber
technology. Lisa's body, along with the bodies of the pizza girl Annie
Bennett and Dr. Ryoichi Tanizaki, had been slated to be cremated, but at
the last moment, Jack had decided to inter Lisa in the on site morgue.
He could at least give Ianto a place to visit his lost love. <br>
<br>
And an impetus to getting Ianto to return to the Hub, if the need arose.<br>
<br>
Jack shook his head, thinking back, amazed at how far an infatuated man
would go to convince himself he was doing everything for the good of the
job and not for the pleasures he anticipated in exploring the lean
Welshman's virgin body.<br>
<br>
His first visit to Ianto's home had been a week to the day after Lisa'a
death. The man he'd found was the direct opposite of the Ianto Jones
Jack was familiar with, sporting a week's worth of beard, his neatly
trimmed hair sprawled over his head like a spent hooker after a night of
debauchery. The stink of brandy flowed off him in waves. And unwashed
body. <br>
<br>
Jack should have expected it, but this was Ianto. Sweet, mild-mannered
Ianto. <br>
<br>
The first blow, to his jaw sent him reeling backwards. Ianto may have
been drunker than God, but he was blinded by his grief. His righteous
fury. He pressed the attack, hurling himself at a still staggered Jack.<br>
<br>
Jack didn't have time to think, only to react. To defend himself. <br>
<br>
In the end, Ianto went down hard, knocking his head. Blackness claimed
him, ending the conflict. <br>
<br>
Being a gentle man by nature, Ianto's rage bled out of him as Jack
tenderly lifted him and put him to bed, then stayed with him, caring for
him over the next few days, leaving only a fragile, grieving man
behind. A man who could no more resist the tender attention than stop
breathing. Who slowly stopped cringing away from Jack's touch and began
to respond with shy, nervous acceptance.<br>
<br>
Now, thinking on the burns Ianto had tried to hide, Jack made a quick
call and arranged for a delivery to be made to the tourist center. That
done he unlocked his top drawer and found a certain key he'd taped to
the inside desktop. Pocketing the key, he left his office and headed
for a room known only to him and Ianto. <br>
<br>
It was time once more to pay the price of loving Ianto Jones. <br>
<br>
^^^^<br>
<br>
Ianto watched the florist delivery van roll to a stop in front of the
tourist center. A scowl pulled his brows low over stormy blue eyes when
the man hopped out with a small box in hand. His hands fisted as the
grinning delivery boy set the box on the counter and tipped his hat
before bouncing merrily on his way again.<br>
<br>
His lips thinned as he lifted the lid and drew out the single black
rose.<br>
<br>
Jack's invitation. Telling Ianto he was waiting for him below. <br>
<br>
Sighing, he lifted the rose to his lips and pressed a kiss to the sober
petals. He rounded the counter, locking the door and turning the open
sign round to read closed. He pulled down the beige shade and went to
join his hated, much loved lover.<br>
<br>
^^^^<br>
<br>
Jack had his back to the door when Ianto entered the candle lit
dungeon. He stayed that way even though his instantly tensed body
telegraphed that he knew Ianto had come in and silently closed the heavy
door behind him.<br>
<br>
Ianto padded half-way across the room, then stopped. His cold gaze
slithered over Jack's waiting form. <br>
<br>
"Strip."<br>
<br>
The command was soft, almost tender, but there was an acid bite of
murderous hatred just under the pleasantly spoken command. <br>
<br>
Jack kept his back to Ianto as he obeyed. He had been in this room often
enough to know what was to come, but his love for Ianto would not allow
fear to force his pleas to escape. He'd not shame himself asking
mercy.<br>
<br>
This was about Ianto. About Ianto's need to purge the rage burning
inside himself at both of them. Jack understood, even though it broke
his heart, that he had been the reason behind Ianto's suffering. And
Ianto was worth the price demanded to heal that hurt. <br>
<br>
Besides, dying only hurt for a little while and the make-up sex was
...beyond amazing. <br>
<br>
Naked, Jack drifted to his knees, his head bowed in total submission.
Waiting for Ianto to make the next move.<br>
<br>
Ianto stood his ground, staring at Jack in silence for several heavily
laden moments, stretching Jack's agitated nerves to the limit and beyond
as he drew time out. Jack could not control the wave after wave of
shudders that rippled through him. Could not restrain the flinch of
awareness as suddenly Ianto moved on silent feet behind him, closing in,
backing away only to close in again, sometimes so close he could feel
the heat of Ianto's passing on his quivering sensitized skin.<br>
<br>
Still Ianto gave no sign of his inclinations and anxiety built higher in
Jack, leaving him wary....uncertain what would happen next. Jack wanted
to scream at him to get on with the punishments. To end the agony of
wondering, but he did not. This was Ianto's playtime. Ianto would do
what he would do, and Jack would allow it to spin out on his lover's
timetable. <br>
<br>
It was the price they paid for loving each other.<br>
<br>
"You killed her, Jack."<br>
<br>
The words were a whisper in Jack's ear. He trembled at the hatred, the
disgust in those soft words.<br>
<br>
"Then seduced me." He whispered into Jack's other ear. Jack could feel
the whisper of Ianto's breath on his skin. "And I went
willingly...eagerly into your arms." He spoke from above, soft as a
summer breeze, bitter as a cosh with a boulder to the head. "Like a
whore."<br>
<br>
"Never a whore," Jack blurted. <br>
<br>
Ianto hit him in the back with a tazer. Jack's body collapsed on the
floor, twitching as the currents rode through him.<br>
<br>
Until, finally, Ianto finally broke the charge. "You will not speak,"
Ianto told him as Jack got shakily back on his knees. <br>
<br>
Ianto walked around and hunkered down before him. He tilted his head,
icy blue eyes studying Jack's face intently. "Why do you invite me hurt
you like this, my Jack?" He smiled, but it never touched his diamond
hard eyes. "Why, when you can have anyone? Why me?"<br>
<br>
Jack held his tongue, but his love shone in his eyes.<br>
<br>
Ianto shook his head, rocketing to his feet. "You make no sense. You,
of all people, know how fickle my love is. How...contrived."<br>
<br>
He could not let that idea pass. "Not contrived."<br>
<br>
Jack screamed raggedly as the current burnt through him again. This time
stronger. When had Ianto upped the amps? Jack hadn't heard the clicks.
<br>
<br>
The agonies dragged on and on, his body convulsing violently, his eyes
rolling up in his head. And then, an eternity later, it was over. The
current ceased, but not the rippling, tearing muscle contractions.<br>
<br>
Jack writhed in pain on the floor, struggling to catch a proper breath,
to once more find his knees. His body was against the idea, twitching
to a ghost current that pulsed with the unsteady beat of his heart.<br>
<br>
Ianto stared coldly down on him, a bitter sneer whispering across his
lips. "Yes, my Jack, contrived." he snarled. "How else do you explain
how quickly my fickle heart would turn from Lisa to you. I thought I'd
die without her. Die, Jack. And then you... killed her and I was alone
and I wanted to die....I tried to die, but there you were to save the
day like fucking bloody Mighty Mouse....And now...I think myself in love
with you. You know that, don't you?"<br>
<br>
Jack's gaze searched Ianto's face for some visual sign of the longing he
heard in Ianto's voice, and found none. He nodded anyway. God, yes he
knew. Knew and believed. Ianto. His Ianto loved him. And the
double-edged sword of that love occasionally reached out to destroy
Ianto. When the guilt got to be too much. When love got to feel too much
like betrayal. <br>
<br>
Ianto allowed himself a mocking smile. "Of course you do. That's what
you wanted from the beginning. No, don't deny it. I just might forget to
make this last if you do." Ianto tapped the tazer against his lips,
thoughtful. "What happens when I forget to feel guilty about us, Jack?
What then? Will you toss me aside then? Will you?" He nodded to
himself. "Of course you will. You toss everyone away when you're done
with them, don't you? No one can be forever for you. You don't die
right. You cheat. Even death. You cheat." His short bark of laughter
was sour. "You will forget me in the end."<br>
<br>
Jack forced his body to rise up so he could capture Ianto's gaze. He
cradled Ianto's face in his hands. "Never forget you, Ianto. Never
forget you."<br>
<br>
"Liar!" Ianto jerked away and hit him with the crippling current again.
"Fuck you, Jack." he rasped, not letting up this time. "Fuck you, and
fuck making this last." <br>
<br>
Jack's screams soared in the quiet of the dungeon-like basement. Soared
and soared again until there was no air left to scream. He clutched at
his chest, feeling his heart burst inside him.<br>
<br>
The last thing he saw as death reached out to end his agony was Ianto. <br>
<br>
Weeping hysterically in a collapsed heap at his side. <br>
<br>
Jack smiled. Ianto needed the tears. The tears healed him. <br>
<br>
^^^^<br>
<br>
Jack's ragged gasp for first breath burned in his chest. <br>
<br>
Strong arms wrapped around him. He sighed into the warm body holding
him, wrapped around him. Tears slipped down his cheeks. Not his,
Ianto's. His would come later. But now it was enough that he let Ianto
pull him higher in his arms. Holding him. Kissing away the fear, the
ghosts of pain. Letting him know without words that the guantlet had
been run once more and the balance had been blessedly restored. That
love had conquered betrayal and the price was, for now, paid.<br>
<br>
He managed to twist around so he lay against Ianto's chest, smiling into
tragic, apologetic eyes. "Better, my Ianto?" he asked through a rough
gulping gasp, knowing, but needing the words. "Do you love me again
yet?"<br>
<br>
"So many dead because of what I did. Because.."<br>
<br>
Jack silenced him with a kiss. "What's done is done. Let it go."<br>
<br>
"Sorry," Ianto mumbled. "So very sorry I hurt you."<br>
<br>
"I allow it, my love," Jack brushed away Ianto's tears even as his own
tears broke and scrubbed the hurt from him. "You are my heart, Ianto. My
soul. I would walk through hell to heal you." He eased Ianto down onto
his back, following him down so he lie on the Welshman. "Now are you
ever going to show me how much I mean to you?"<br>
<br>
Ianto blushed prettily. He nodded, but he hardly needed to as his hands
made quick work of his own cloths....Not so easy a thing when there was
an impatient, newly re-animated and sex-crazed immortal squirming on top
of a man. <br>
<br>
Ianto was thankful that Jack gave him plenty of practice in getting the
job done on a regular basis.<br>
<br>
<br>
end<br>
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