Title: Turning the Tables
By: Lupa
Summary: Ianto is alone in the Hub when Captain John Hart gets in. He is armed and, as always, extremely dangerous.
Pairings: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones.
Warnings: explicit sex, semi-con, slash.
Genre: humour
A/N: this story (& the planned sequel) are both set shortly before “Reset”.Chapter 1
Tosh let herself into the Hub, a little surprised that Ianto was not already there. As the door from the tourist office rolled back she heard an angry roar which she recognised as Jack's voice.
"Ianto, is that you? Get in here now!"
It was coming from the autopsy bay. Tosh went into the room, then stopped in confusion.
Jack was sitting on top of the autopsy table, he was stark bollock naked and clearly very angry.
"Oh, Jack," said Tosh, not sure where to look. "Um, where's Ianto? He's normally in by now."
"Yes he is, isn't he?" snarled Jack. "Get me the keys, Tosh, over there."
"The wha...Oh"
Jack was pulling his arm about angrily and Tosh now saw that he was attached to the table by one wrist with a pair of handcuffs.
She saw his clothes in a pile on the floor and picked them up.
"Here you are Jack," she said, holding them out to him.
"The keys, Tosh! Just give me the keys!"
Jack seemed as if he might explode with rage at any moment, so Tosh found the keys and handed them to Jack whilst trying to keep her eyes averted from his nakedness.
Jack opened the cuff and leapt off the table. He stormed out of the autopsy bay, still naked, shouting "Tell Ianto when he gets in, I want to see him, my office, right away!"
Chapter 2
12 hours earlier:
Ianto never felt that his tenure on life was very secure. Not since the Lisa debacle, at least, when Jack had not just saved his life, but retrieved him from death. Since then, he had always felt that death was out there, waiting to recover his lost prize.
He had thought it had come for him before, when a crazed cannibal had held a knife against his throat (never going camping again) and now once more he was sure death was about to reclaim him. Captain John was holding a gun to Ianto's head and the expression on his face indicated he was definitely not bluffing.
Tosh and Owen had left earlier and Gwen had taken the evening off. Ianto had stayed behind, clearing up, which had been his usual practice even before he and Jack got together. Now it was a fixed part of their evenings, leading so inevitably to sex that clearing up had taken on the aspect of a sort of foreplay.
Then Jack had picked up CCTV images from the city of Captain John Hart walking around Cardiff. He wasn't actually doing anything specifically wrong, but any appearance by John Hart had to be treated as requiring investigation, and so Jack had gone out to find out what was going on.
Jack had been gone less than five minutes when Ianto heard the door to the Hub open. He looked round in surprise. He hadn't been following Jack's progress, but he had been sure it would take longer than that to resolve any worries about what Captain John was up to.
“Hello, Eye Candy. It's unusually good to see you again.”
Captain John stood in the doorway and he was holding a gun and the gun was pointed at Ianto.
Chapter 3
“Hello,” said Ianto, trying to sound less nervous than he felt. He was wondering how far off Jack was.
“Now where is your exalted leader? Oh, that's right, he'd be chasing...um..me.
“Oh don't look so shocked Eye Candy. Did you think I didn't know he was out there looking for me? In fact, I was the one who sent him out looking.”
“How did you get here?” Ianto couldn't resist asking. The last he had seen of Captain John on the CCTV before Jack set off, he was in North Road, heading away from the Bay. How had he got to the Hub so quickly?
“Oh I was here all the time, just waiting outside for Jack to leave. You won't have heard of VerKasi's polarisng doppelganger, will you? No, thought as much. Put your hands on the back of your head, nice and slowly and I'll explain.”
Ianto obeyed and John held the gun against his head with one hand whilst with the other he quickly patted Ianto down to check he wasn't armed.
“VerKasi, what a genius, not from your galaxy, Eye Candy. He invented a neat little device which takes the DNA from any creature and creates a perfect physical copy. But, and here's the clever part, the doppelganger is programmed to move as far away from the original source of the DNA as it can. It travels within recognised pathways, so it moves round objects and keeps to roads and paths as long as there are any. It only lasts a few hours, but a few hours are enough for what I have in mind. So Jack is out doing what's always made him most happy - chasing my ass - and I'm back here doing what's always made me most happy - pissing him off.”
John having now satisfied himself that Ianto was not armed turned him around and gave him a small push in the direction of the autopsy bay.
“Anyway, Eye Candy, enough talking for now. Time for action.”
Chapter 4
Ianto, with his hands still clasped behind his head, walked ahead of John. He made his way gingerly down the steps. It would be silly to fall and break his neck before he could be shot. He would be murdered, and presumably left, in the autopsy room. That would be convenient for Owen. No need to lug the corpse very far.
“Okay, now strip.”
“What?”
“Take all your clothes off, get naked, remove what you're wearing. Do I make myself clear? ”
Ianto slowly took his shoes and socks off. He took off his jacket and folded it on top of the waste bin. He was playing for time, although he didn't have much hope of its being any use.
“I know what you're doing,” John smirked, almost seeming to have read Ianto's mind. “It won't do any good, Jack won't be back in time to save you. Now stop stalling and get the rest of your clothes off. My patience is legendary, but not inexhaustable.”
Ianto stripped to his skin. He turned to face John who indicated with the gun for him to go over to the autopsy table. Ianto stood next to it and John threw a pair of handcuffs onto it.
“Attach them to the table,” he ordered.
Ianto found the rail underneath the table and clipped one of the bracelets to it.
“Now put the other end round your wrist - no the other wrist. Now get up on the table.”
Ianto sat on the table. John produced a second pair of handcuffs. He held the gun under Ianto's chin, pressing it up into the yielding flesh.
“Lie down. Hold out your free hand.”
Ianto felt the cold metal of the cuff clasp his wrist and then John pulled his hand down and attached the second cuff to the other side of the table.
Ianto was now lying face up with each arm handcuffed to the table. As he lay there, the conviction came upon him that John intended to perform a living autopsy upon him.
The thought was so terrifying that Ianto began to shake convulsively. He could hear the chains of the handcuffs chatter against the table, metal on metal, as he trembled with fear.
“P..p..please,” he managed to whisper hoarsely, “just make it quick.”
John gave him an appraising look.
“Sorry, Eye Candy, 'quick' isn't on the menu tonight.”
Ianto closed his eyes, trying not to listen to John as he moved around the room, trying not imagine what each sound meant, which instruments John was selecting for what was to happen next.
It was with a shock that he felt a cold sensation between his buttocks as John slapped a handful of CT scan gel against his ass.
His first reaction was utter relief (Oh, thank god! He's only going to rape me!) followed immediately by a wave of absolute horror (Oh, my god! He's actually going to rape me!)
He opened his eyes and saw John, stripped down to just his shirt, climbing onto the table between Ianto's legs. He put his gun down on the table next to Ianto's head. It was close enough for Ianto to touch it but with his hands chained to the table, its proximity could do him no good.
Meanwhile, John was pushing his fingers between Ianto's butt cheeks.
“Excuse me, I think you'll find that's my job,” Jack's voice interrupted.
Chapter 5
Ianto and John looked up see Jack standing at the top of the steps with a gun trained on John.
John looked down towards where his own gun lay, but Ianto, using what little mobility he had, managed to knock it to the floor.
“Well, have you never heard of a job share, Jack? C'mon, where's your sense of fun?”
“Out there, chasing your little friend. Did you really think I wouldn't recognise a polarising doppelganger when I saw one?”
Jack walked down to John and punched him squarely in the face sending him sprawling.
“That” said Jack, as he stooped to pick up John's gun, “is for trying to rape one of my team.”
“Oh rape's such a strong word, Jack,” drawled John, affecting an insouciance which was not quite congruous with either his prone position or his split and visibly swelling lip. “I prefer 'unrequested sex'.”
“Just put your hands up behind your head, and walk ahead of me. No sudden movements.”
Ianto watched as it was now John's turn to negotiate the stairs with his hands clasped behind his head.
He lay back to wait for Jack's return and his liberation.
It was quite a long wait until Jack returned, not looking happy.
“Bastard! He got away! Only took my eyes off him for a second to open the cell door...”
“He escaped? How did that happen?”
Ianto wondered what exotic alien technology John had managed to harness this time.
“Mace!” Jack spat angrily, wiping his eyes.
“Oh,” said Ianto, faintly disappointed.
“Well, obviously I could see he didn't have a gun in his pocket.”
Ianto managed a fragile laugh.
“But I didn't expect him to have a can of Mace tucked inside his shirt. Pretty ironic, considering what he was trying to do to you. He got away, but at least he didn't get the gun back. I don't think he'll get up to much harm, not now he's naked from the waist down. Hey, don't look so worried. I've upped all the security levels on the Hub. He won't be getting back in.”
“Come on Jack, get me out of these handcuffs. The key's over there.”
Jack surveyed the scene in front of him: hot buttered Ianto on a cold metal table. How often did life present you with opportunities like that?
Jack began to remove his clothes. Ianto, realising what Jack had in mind, began to protest:
“No, Jack. No, really, I mean it. My arms have gone to sleep.”
“it's not your arms I'm interested in.”
“And I need a piss.”
“You can hold it in Ianto Jones. And even if you don't - you know I don't mind that.”
“You're not the one who has to clean up afterwards,” muttered Ianto, sulkily.
Jack bent down and planted a kiss on Ianto's inner thigh. The young man groaned and was instantly hard.
Jack moved his mouth to Ianto's balls and began to lick them before running his tongue along the shaft of Ianto's cock. Gently he took Ianto in his mouth and sucked.
“Oh god, Jack, let me, uh... give me your dick.”
Jack hoisted himself up onto the table and lay down on top of Ianto, head to feet, so that his erection was poised near his lover's mouth. Ianto moved his head to take it and Jack gave a slight gasp of pleasure as he felt the warmth and slippery wetness of Ianto's mouth around him.
Jack was careful to keep Ianto from getting over-excited; he had other plans which he didn't want undermined by Ianto peaking too soon. Feeling Ianto getting dangerously close to the point of no return, Jack moved his head away and at the same time pulled himself clear of Ianto's mouth.
He manoeuvred himself around on the table (something of a feat, given its narrowness) until he was facing Ianto. He positioned himself between Ianto's legs and lifted them up. Ianto took the hint and put his legs up over Jack's shoulders.
It was not particularly comfortable kneeling on the autopsy table, a surface which had not been designed with comfort in mind. But Jack, true puritan that he was, recognised that there was no gain without pain.
He pressed down against Ianto's sphincter. Ianto looked up into his eyes, a look simultaneously challenging and inviting. Jack bent slightly towards him then allowed gravity and his body weight to bring him inside Ianto's pre-lubed ass. Ianto gave a jagged sigh of pleasure, arching and pressing back against him.
Jack began to thrust, gently at first, then with increasing force. The feeling of being inside Ianto was enough to distract Jack from the discomfort in his knees and Ianto's moans of pleasure were driving him crazy with lust. Added to which, Ianto kept instinctively trying to put out his arms to take hold of Jack. The way that he would let them fall back helplessly onto the table when he was checked by the cuffs was just so adorable, it would have been worth kneeling on broken glass to witness it.
Suddenly Ianto's breaths became shorter and laboured. Jack realised that he had allowed himself to become so caught up in the intoxication of his own enjoyment that he had forgotten to keep Ianto in check. He tried to pull him back from the edge, but it was too late: Ianto was in freefall and seconds later Jack went tumbling after.
Now aware again of the uncomfortably hard metal surface beneath his knees, Jack moved over and, leaning on one elbow, squeezed himself down alongside Ianto.
Ianto pressed his face against Jacks chest and nuzzled it, partly because he loved Jack and partly because his nose itched and he couldn't scratch it.
As delightful as this post-coital bliss was, it could not be sustained for long on such a narrow surface. Sighing Jack swung his legs round and got off. He picked up the keys from where Ianto had pointed them out earlier and unlocked Ianto's wrists.
Ianto sat up with his legs hanging over the edge, shaking his hands to try and get the feeling back, while Jack sat next to him and solicitously rubbed his arms.
Ianto turned to Jack and kissed him on the lips. As Jack rested his arm over the edge of the table, Ianto, quick as a rattlesnake, suddenly whisked up one of the handcuffs from where it was hanging and snapped it around Jack's wrist.
Jack made to grab at him, but Ianto danced clear of him and stood out of reach, holding the keys which he had swept up from the table where Jack had dropped them.
“Ha! Didn't expect that did you...Sir?” he couldn't resist adding ironically.
“Ianto!” said Jack, torn between annoyance and admiration, “I had no idea you were so quick! Where did you learn to do that?”
“Shoplifting, Jack. I'm a reformed character now, but I haven't lost the skills.”
“You were a failed shoplifter. You got caught.”
“I got caught once. I learned from my mistakes. Anyway, now for that piss.”
Chapter 6
Ianto sauntered off towards the toilets and returned a few minutes later to find Jack now lounging on the autopsy table, grinning at him. Ianto could see that Jack's cock was already starting to swell again in readiness for the renewed fray he anticipated.
“Okay, so you won that round Ianto. What's next?”
Ianto put his pants on followed by his trousers. He picked up his shirt from the floor, frowning as he noticed the creases.
“Come on Yan! Whatever you've got in mind, you can't need to put all your clothes back on.”
“Well, I have in mind to go home now, through the streets of Cardiff. Call me old fashioned, but I think that's something which would work out better if I were fully clothed.”
“What!” Jack suddenly sat upright, his back now the only thing that was erect. “You're joking, right?”
“It's been a long day, Jack. Time I finished here. I might call in for a pint on the way home, but definitely an early night for me.”
“Ianto, if you dare...”
But Ianto was now tying his shoe laces and once that was done, he put the keys to the cuffs tantalisingly within sight but out of reach then turned and walked out of the autopsy bay towards the exit.
Even when standing in reception with the door to the hub closed, Ianto thought he could hear Jack's roar of anger: “Ianto!”
Ianto hesitated for a moment. If he went back now, all would be forgiven and forgotten with no repercussions (well, maybe a swat on the backside, but nothing worse). If he left, then Jack would undoubtedly make him pay for this tomorrow.
Which to do? He went to the doorway of the Tourist Office where he could hear faintly the sound of laughter coming from the nearby bars and see the lights reflected on the Bay.
Ianto made his decision and smiled briefly. Tomorrow could take care of itself. He locked the door behind him and set off for the pub.
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