Title: His Sentence
By: Aearlor
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. All the characters belong to the BBC and RTD.
Warnings: Warnings for mentions of sex and blood.
Summary: Ianto is backed up against the wall. His eyes are closed. Jack is heavy and warm against him. He hears Jack cock the gun. An angsty one-shot dealing with the aftermath of the Cyberwoman.

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Ianto's hands are bleeding.

He's been scrubbing too long, too hard, his blood mingling with the Pizza girl's blood, with the cyber woman's blood, with Lisa's blood.

They were all innocent, and this was their sentence.

Ianto's doing nothing but spreading the blood but he needs something to concentrate on and the pain from his redraw hands is just enough. His suit is ripped and stained; this was one of his favourites. Lisa had bought it for him for his twenty-second birthday.

He can feel Jack watching him from the doorframe as he cleans. His dark blue eyes heavy on Ianto's back. Jack's been doing it for hours now, just watching, not saying a word. Neither of them has said a word; Jack is too angry. Ianto can't trust he won't vomit if he opens his mouth.

The only sound is of saturated scouring pads against stone floors and the slip and slither, as Ianto does nothing but slide the pools of slowly drying blood around.

Ianto loses himself in the steady rhythm of the pain in his hands and the sound of his heartbeat drumming in his head.

Thud. Thud.

Thud. Thud.

Thud. Thud; he doesn't know Jack has left the doorframe until there's a cold gun to the side of his neck.

Ianto stills.

His heartbeat races.

"Are you going to kill me Jack?" He's not scared, he's not mocking; he's all but begging.

"Stand up." It's an order. Jack's still the captain, and Ianto knows when to obey a direct order.

The gun never leaves his neck as Ianto stands, he can feel Jack's breath, hot and moist against his bloodstained skin.

Ianto is backed up against the wall.

His eyes are closed.

Jack is heavy and warm against him.

He hears Jack cock the gun.

He waits for the trigger to be pulled, for metal to go searing through his neck. He's knocked back into the wall as Jack's tongue goes searing through his mouth instead. Ianto is surprised, but he's not sure why, Jack's still Jack, he seems to be the only constant left.

Ianto's hands automatically go into Jack's hair the same time Jack runs his tongue along Ianto's bottom teeth. He half moans in pain as hair clings to his raw skin and half in pleasure as he depends the kiss. He can smell Jack's aftershave; it fuses with the coppery tang of blood permeating the basement.

He feels sick.

Jack breaks the kiss.

Ianto hurls violently onto the already bloodstained floor.

Jack looks disgusted, "Go home and pull yourself together. I expect this cleaned up by this time tomorrow."

Ianto's surprised, if he could kill Lisa just like that, Ianto couldn't see why Jack would spare him. He was nothing but Jack's pretty tea boy, far guiltier than the woman Jack had slaughtered. "You're not going to kill me?" Ianto doesn't dare look Jack in the eyes. It's Pathetic. He knows it is.

Jack turns to leave, traipsing through puddles of blood and replies, his back to Ianto.

"There's been enough blood spilled on your account." It's not accusing, it's not pitying. It's a simple fact; Ianto thinks the bullet would have hurt less.

He can still taste Jack on his lips and he's sick again.

When Jack comes to check up on Ianto, during his suspension, Ianto manages to keep his clothes on for thirty minutes.

It's longer than Jack anticipated.

Ianto would almost be proud of himself, if the situation weren't so sad and needy. If he weren't so sad and needy.

Whilst definitely not proud, Ianto is too far drunk to be ashamed.

Jack just thinks there are worse forms of suicide watch.

They go to bed; nothing tastes of metal or of blood. Jack tastes warm, wet and salty. Ianto doesn't think there's a place on his body Jack's tongue hasn't explored, Ianto wants to do the same to Jack and not just stop at his body. Having Jack below him, exposed, raw and beautiful makes Ianto want to know the captain, to be able to watch the captain come undone forever.

Ianto's heart is beating as fast as when's Jack's gun was to his neck.

Thud. Thud.

Thud. Thud.

Thud. Thud.

Ianto awakes up naked in dirty sheets, Jack's back to him. It's dark and he aches all over, bruises are forming on his thighs and hips, a hang over is threatening to pull his skull apart. But it's nothing compared to the guilt weighing him down to the bed.

He knows Lisa's murderer is in between these sheets; they're both guilty and Ianto is serving his sentence.

He fitfully falls back to sleep. He dreams of Jack and Lisa, him thrusting into her, sweat lasing his brow, Lisa motionless and metallic on the floor. Both of them moaning Ianto's name.

He wakes again, this time alone. There's a note on the empty pillow next to him, that simply says

'I expect you at work tomorrow.

Wear something pretty

J x'

Ianto smiles.

He doesn't know why. What he does know is that he'll never know the captain, he's always known it but it takes the cold light of day and nothing but a note for Ianto to truly believe it.

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