Title: Twisted
By: bookwrm89
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: AO
Warnings: AU, BDSM, angst, violence
Note: Heed the warnings. This is NOT a fluffy fic.
Summary: Ianto has a secret and Jack will never be the same once he finds out what it is.

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"Fucking, pathetic, worthless scum." Ianto Jones' upper lip curled in disgust as he watched the man on the CCTV monitor. "Look at him. Sitting there pining for a woman that killed herself to get away from him."


Oh, but it had been fun to destroy her. Destroy them. It had taken him awhile, she'd really loved her husband. But he'd taken it slow and worked himself into her confidence gradually. Sowing seeds of doubt, twisting things until, finally, she'd taken a gun and shot the man she'd married. Ianto had stood watching from a concealed location. As soon as the man had died, he'd come out and stood next to her. Watching the blood of his enemy spread slowly out onto the floor. Too bad it wouldn't last.

"Just wait, and watch, you'll see that I'm right." He'd slipped back to his hidden vantage point.

The return to life was sudden. A gasp of air into the lungs, and then he was sitting up again.

The woman's shriek filled the air. "What kind of monster are you?" she cried. "You're unnatural...evil. And you've contaminated me with your evil. Planted your spawn inside of me." The man was on his feet in a flash, trying to calm her down.

"No, it's not like that. I'm not evil. I'm human, just like you. Please, please listen to me..." the panicked shouts were music to Ianto's ears.

"Don't you come near me. I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate you." Before her husband could stop her, she'd raised the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.

"Nooooooo," the anguished shout filled the air. "No, don't leave me." His heartbroken sobs gave way to screams as he gathered the lifeless body of his beloved wife into his arms and tried to breathe the life back into her.

Ianto laughed as he watched the man's frantic efforts. The taste of triumph was very sweet, but this was just the beginning. There was more to come, oh so much more. Jack Harkness had only begun to suffer. He opened the cover to the vortex manipulator on his wrist, touched a button and disappeared.

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Pulling his mind back from that pleasant memory, Ianto continued watching Jack on the monitor. He knew that Gwen's wedding would remind Jack of his own marriage so long ago. It was only a matter of time until Jack reached the point that Ianto craved. Finally he saw it, the tears had started to pour down Jack's face and soon he was sobbing into his hands. A sadistic smile crossed Ianto's face as he turned the monitor off and prepared to walk down into the Hub to "comfort" his distraught lover.


Jack heard the footsteps coming across the main floor and hurriedly wiped his face clear of the tears. He was tucking the pictures back into the box as Ianto stepped through the door into his office.

"Everything is cleared up from the reception, Jack." Ianto was continuously amazed at the man's ability to hide his emotions so quickly and so well. All that was left from the storm of weeping was a bit of puffiness around the eyes. There was only one place where he didn't hold back his emotions, and Ianto couldn't wait for the invitation.

"Thanks, Ianto. Long day, huh?" Jack's voice was husky and only a shadow of his normal, cocky, tone.

"It was a bit tiring, yes, Sir." He had been playing the loyal team member for so long that it was easy to slip into the role. "But it's all done now and we can get some rest."

"Rest." Jack said with a tinge of bitterness. "Will you stay tonight? Please?"

"Of course, Jack, if you want me to. You know you only have to ask." Ianto could feel the lust rising at what was to come.

Jack stood up and walked towards the stairs that lead to his sleeping area, with Ianto following close behind.


Once in the room, Ianto grabbed hold of Jack and roughly pushed him up against the wall, kissing him ruthlessly. His hands pushed Jack's suspenders from his shoulders and yanked at his shirt, popping the buttons loose and tearing the fabric in his haste. Jack was pulling Ianto's shirt out of his trousers when the younger man caught his hands and pinned them above his head.

"No, Jack. We're going to do this my way." Ianto stated with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Jack didn't protest, he knew this was what he wanted, what he needed...what he deserved. He shrugged the ripped shirt off of his shoulders and stood quietly, waiting for Ianto to slip the manacles around his wrists.

A short time later Jack was completely naked, blindfolded and chained to the pipe running across the ceiling. Ianto was circling him with a small whip. Flicking lashes here and there on his body...his chest, the backs of his knees, the soft flesh under his arms...his ass...his rock hard cock.

Each revolution, the whip hit a little harder. Soon, wherever the whip touched, a bloody welt appeared that healed itself in seconds. Jack relaxed as the pain rushed through his body. This was the only time he could let go and just be himself anymore. A monster that didn't deserve to be happy, didn't deserve to be loved...only deserved to be punished.

"Harder, Ianto. Please, make me scream." There was a desperation in his voice that begged for the increased pain that would come. He'd led Ianto down this dark path, delighted at how fast the younger man had taken to the sadistic pleasure.

Ianto discarded the whip in favor of the stouter leather riding crop. He walked quietly, knowing Jack couldn't see him, wouldn't know where to expect the strike from. His arm struck down with all his strength, the leather hitting across Jack's naked butt with a satisfying crack. Jack screamed and writhed in pain as Ianto hit him with all his strength again, and again, and again. Tears streamed down Jack's face as Ianto abused his ass, back, legs, arms, chest.

Ianto was painfully hard and working himself into a frenzy. He stepped back and quickly removed his clothing. It was time. He picked up another instrument and the lube from the bedside table and walked behind Jack. The sounds of the other man's whimpers excited him unbearably as he prepared Jack's backside for entry. He grabbed Jack's cock and thrust himself roughly into Jack's anus. His hand pumping in rythm with his quick thrusts. Their breathing ragged, Jack's voice screaming in pleasure and pain. They reached the pinnacle together. Jack spilling into Ianto's hand and Ianto spilling into Jack...Ianto raised the knife in his other hand and plunged it deep into Jack's heart.

***

Ianto released the chains that were holding Jack up and watched as the other man crumpled to the floor, knife still embedded in his chest. He was tempted to leave the scum right where he was, but didn't want Jack to start questioning exactly what had happened. Experience had taught Ianto that the pathetic idiot never remembered Ianto killing him during these little sessions. So he picked Jack up and dumped him roughly on the bed. Before removing the knife, Ianto dressed himself and got ready to leave. As he pulled the knife out of Jack's chest he had to resist the urge to just start stabbing the man over and over again.

"Sleep well, Captain" he sneered before turning and walking up the stairs.
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"Please, Ianto, shoot me. Kill me...why won't you let me go? Why are you keeping me alive like this?" The pleading in her voice soothed Ianto's nerves. He just laughed at her.

"Lisa, you're no fun to me dead."

Her terrified sobs followed him as he walked out and locked the door behind him. Tomorrow was going to be a big day and he needed time to prepare himself for the performance he was about to give.


Apparently Jack wasn't the only one strolling down memory lane this evening, Ianto thought as he drove himself to his flat.

He dwelled fondly on the days leading up to releasing Lisa to terrorize the Torchwood team. The hours he'd spent down in that chamber, experimenting on the woman strapped to the table. Her screams echoing through his mind. Still, he'd grown bored with it and used her to see if a Cyberman could kill Jack permanently. When that plan had failed, he took some time to reevaluate. As much as he'd enjoyed finding new and inventive ways to kill the bastard, it wasn't quenching the thirst for revenge that burned so fiercely in his soul. He'd sat back and watched Jack, his reactions to everything, what touched his emotions...made him suffer. Jack was always more invested when one of the team was in danger. It was when someone he cared about was involved that he let his heart take over and suffered worse because of it. So Ianto had seduced his way into Jack's bed, trying to unlock those emotions that made him suffer the most. The body could heal, but the mind...oh, the mind was where the true agony lay.

Unfortunately, Jack had left with the Doctor before Ianto could get into his heart deep enough. It was while he was on board the Valiant that he discovered the key to unlocking Jack's demons. During that year, the Master would blindfold Jack and allow Ianto to indulge himself in torturing the bastard while the Master interrogated him...

"You're a worthless freak, Jack Harkness." The Master's voice was full of glee. "Look at you hanging there, bleeding, refusing to die. Why? What makes you so special? Nothing. You're a worthless piece of shit who destroys everything you've ever touched. Killed everything you ever loved."

Hours and hours of the same things, over and over. The pain and abuse reinforcing what the Master was saying.
"You deserve every minute of this and more, Jack. Think about what you did to your family, Jack. The pain and suffering you caused them. Think of all the people you've taken advantage of over the years. The selfish acts you've done for money and pleasure. Think of Suzie Costello, Jack, and what you drove her to become. How you drove her to suicide with the things you showed her. How you killed her unmercilessly on the pier that day."

Ianto had given him all the information the Master needed to make Jack suffer. He was also introducing small hints of sexuality into his torture. Things he knew Jack liked...a brush of the hand against the inside of his thigh, before cutting the tendons in his legs. A quick bite on the back of the neck...before nicking the carotid artery and watching him bleed out. Running his hands up and down Jack's back and cupping his ass, then using a knife to fillet strips of skin along the same path.

"Think of Gwen, and all the wonder and heart that drew you to her...having an affair with Owen Harper because she can't deal with the things she's seen...the things you showed her, Jack. And think of Owen, Jack. You drove him to murder you...with your coldness and lack of appreciation for what he did to bring you back from the past. Think of Toshiko...all she wants is to feel loved, to have someone make her feel special...you didn't even warn her about what you were going to do Mary. And what about Ianto, Jack? You killed the love of his life right in front of him...how long did you wait before you seduced him, Jack? A week, a month? He's like a plaything to you, Jack. Something to be picked up to amuse you for awhile and then put back again...never knowing how you feel for him, or even if you feel anything at all."

The Master winked at Ianto when he said that. Ianto just smiled back as he touched the burning metal to Jack's bare chest....


Ianto pulled himself back to the present. It had been a close call that day on the Valiant. If he hadn't used his personal vortex manipulator to transport back to Cardiff...but he'd escaped, and no one was left alive that remembered he was even there.

The next step in his plan of revenge had required outside help, so he'd transported himself to his home in his actual time....

"It's about time you came to see me...welcome home, Eye Candy..."

***

Ianto settled himself into his bed. It had been a long, but very satisfying day. His thoughts continued to dip into the past....

"Welcome home, Eye Candy"

Ianto pulled John towards him and kissed him hungrily, his tongue plunging into John's mouth the way his cock longed to plunge into his ass.

"Haven't I asked you not to call me that?" Ianto sighed, running his hands up and down his lovers body.

"Well, you won't let me use your real name, so what am I supposed to call you? 'Ianto'?" John shook his head in exasperation as he reached to unbutton the younger man's shirt. "Good god, how do you stand to wear all this?"

"I've gotten used to it."

"Well, personally, I prefer you naked and stretched across our bed."

It had been too long. The request for help could wait, this couldn't. Growling low in his throat, Ianto reached for the fastening on John's pants, freeing the hard cock into his hands. John was just as impatient as he was and it wasn't long before they were both completely naked, grasping each other like there was no tomorrow. Their lips met for a wild, passionate kiss and then Ianto trailed his mouth down the side of John's neck to his chest. He licked and nibbled the small nipples, while his hands dipped lower to cup his lover's balls and caress the rigid flesh above. The tip of John's cock was already wet with anticipation and Ianto couldn't wait. He slid down to his knees in front of John and let his tongue take over where his hands had been. John's voice murmured encouragement and instructions as Ianto took him full into his mouth...licking and sucking as John thrust deeper. Ianto could tell that John was getting close and increased his efforts, encouraging his lover to let go and spill into his mouth. John did just that with a hoarse shout of pleasure.

"The things you do to me, Eye Candy..." John chuckled. "Now, about what I can do for you..." Reaching down he pulled Ianto up off his knees and led him towards the bedroom.

An hour later, the two men were in the living room having a drink. Well, Ianto was having a drink...John was having a bottle. Ianto had just outlined his plan for revenge on Jack and was waiting to hear what John thought.

"This is why I love you, Eye Candy. You are so fucking twisted. I'll set it up, but are you sure Jack is going to come back to Torchwood?"

"Yes, I saw him with his Doctor and that companion, talking in Cardiff. The Doctor offered to let Jack come with him, but Jack turned him down. He was heading back towards the Hub when I left. Jack still has his time agent wristband, so you'll be able to communicate with him when you get there."

Back in the present, Ianto laughed out loud thinking about the team's reaction to Captain John Hart. Tosh had surprised him when she'd commented on John's good looks. She wasn't normally the type to openly flirt like that. John just had that affect people. His incredible charm and stunning good looks made for a lethal combination. Especially when you threw in the complete amoral personality. There was nothing the man wouldn't do for money or pleasure...or revenge. Which was why he and Ianto made such a good pair. Jack had surprised Ianto that day by asking him out on an actual date. He'd been so vulnerable and uncertain it had been all Ianto could do not to laugh in the bastard's face. He'd controlled himself though, and accepted. Pleased that his plan of working himself into Jack's affections seemed to be paying off. And the look on Jack's face at John's announcement just before he left...

"By the way, I meant to tell you. I found Gray."
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Jack had given the team the day after Gwen's wedding off, so Ianto poured himself another cup of coffee and continued thinking about the past couple of months. His next step had been to find Adam. They'd worked together before to each other's benefit and Adam's special talent was just what Ianto needed to keep Jack off balance and push him even further down the slope. It had taken a little while to track Adam down though and in the meantime the team had to deal with those idiot's with the alien whale. It had the added benefit of reminding Jack of his time on the Valiant, though. Further keeping him off balance.

Adam had shown up a couple of weeks later. That had been fun. Watching the complete reversal of Owen and Tosh. Gwen completely forgetting her fiance, Rhys. Ianto had even been able to relax and let his true self come through. Not that Jack had believed it. He was such a trusting, gullable fool. Which made Ianto's job that much easier. The best part though, had been watching Jack. Jack, struggling with memories of his father and brother. Wanting so desperately to forget, but even more desperately to remember. Ianto had watched them on the CCTV monitor. He'd pretended to take the retcon Jack had given him, but he didn't need it. The memories of killing those girls were all his own and he had nothing to block out. Adam's ability to appear and disappear had come in useful. Jack thought they'd killed him, but in reality, Ianto had just let him go.

Now it was time to put the last part of his plan in motion. Jack's behavior was getting steadily more erratic, bringing Owen back from the dead regardless of the consequences. He'd also been more and more affectionate with Ianto, almost telling him he loved him a few weeks ago.

He just needed that last little push over the edge into madness....

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Today was the day. Ianto had planned it all carefully. Jack didn't remember Adam's time in the Hub, but there was something left that would bring it all back...


"Jack, I found this in the archives this morning, do you know where it came from?" Ianto held out the thin file folder innocently.

"Hmm?" Jack took the folder and opened it. "There's that name again..Adam. Who the hell is Adam?" He started to read the contents, his face going absolutely white, the paper shaking in his hands.

"Jack? Sir, are you ok?" Ianto was loving the look of anguish on the other man's face, but carefully kept it concealed.

Tears started running down Jack's face. "But, no, this can't be....where did you get this, Ianto?" His voice breaking.

"I told you, Sir. In the archives. Jack, what is this about? Will you please tell me what is wrong? I started reading it, but didn't understand. Who is Gray?"

Jack remained silent, misery evident on his face.

"Jack, Captain John mentioned him too. Please, talk to me. Let me help you." Ianto trailed a caressing finger down Jack's face, wiping the tears away.

The voice, when it came, was low and shaky, "Is everyone else gone for the day?"

"Yes, Owen was the last to leave about an hour ago."

Jack stood up and walked over to his liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He poured them each a stiff drink and gulped his down in one swallow, immediately pouring himself another.

"Maybe it's time I did tell you, Ianto. You won't tell anyone else and you deserve to know, especially since..." his voice trailed off.

"Especially since what, Jack?" Ianto kept his voice gentle.

"I know we haven't really talked much about our relationship, just enjoyed the time we've spent together, but before I tell you about Gray I need to tell you how I feel about you."

Ianto moved to kneel in front of Jack's chair and reached out to embrace the older man. "It's ok, Jack, you don't have to say anything."

"Yes, I do. I've kept it to myself for long enough, but I want you to know." He reached out to bring Ianto's eyes up to his. "Things have happened in my life that made me afraid to love anyone ever again, you know most of what happened already, including how my wife killed herself and our unborn child to get away from me...the monster she thought I was. I kept myself closed off for years because of that, not wanting to put anyone else through it, or go through it again myself. But something has happened to me over the last several months, especially since I came back from this last time with the Doctor. I went through hell while I was away, but what kept me going was the thought of coming back here to you, even though I was afraid that you wouldn't want me back after I left you with no goodbyes or anything. But you did, you took me back and soothed my nightmares. You trusted me, even when I kept things from you. You followed me down into the depths and gave me what I needed, then held me close after and comforted me. I trust you, Ianto Jones, more than I've ever trusted anyone. And I can't deny what is between us anymore. I love you. I love you so much. You're my world and I would be nothing without you."

Ianto closed his eyes so Jack wouldn't see the triumph in them. Then he leaned up and kissed him gently, holding him close, telling him without words that everything was going to be ok. When they broke apart, Jack sighed, realizing he'd finally gotten it right. This time it would work, it would be perfect.

"Thank you, Jack. Let's go downstairs where we can be more comfortable." Ianto suggested. "Then you can tell me about Gray."
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They settled onto the small couch that Jack had in his living area, the bottle of whiskey on the table in front of them. Jack's head was resting on Ianto's shoulder and Ianto's arm held him close.

"Gray was my younger brother." Jack started. "I come from the 51st century, from a place called the Boeshane Peninsula. It was a beautiful little place, next to the sea. I had a happy childhood with my mum, my dad and Gray. We lived under constant threat of invasion though. Most of the time they passed over us, but that day they didn't. They attacked. My dad told Gray and I to stay together and to run and hide. He was going back to find Mum. I was holding onto Gray's hand and we were running across the sand, looking for a place to hide. I was so scared. I didn't notice when Gray's hand slipped out of mine, I was just running to get away, to save myself. I finally found a place to hide and looked around for Gray, but he wasn't there. I couldn't see him anywhere. I started backtracking, looking for him, calling his name. There was no answer. Dead bodies were everywhere, and I searched them all for Gray, but he wasn't there. I thought maybe he'd gone back home, so I went there. I didn't find Gray, but I did find my dad. Dead. There was nothing I could do for him. Mum came out and saw us together. She was distraught, but that was nothing to when she found out about Gray. Losing her husband and her youngest son on the same day was too much for her and she went insane. She died in an asylum a couple years later. I looked for Gray for years, but could never find a trace of him. I have no idea what happened to him. And it was all my fault, because I wasn't looking out for him. I was the big brother, I should've been looking out for him." Jack's voice broke and tears started streaming down his face. "My fault, always, everything my fault."

Ianto rubbed his hands up and down Jack's arms and back. Letting him cry himself out, soothing him. Finally Jack calmed down and lay quiet in Ianto's arms.

"Punish me, Ianto. Please, I need it." Jack's voice seemed to come from a distance.

"No. I won't do that to you again, Jack." Ianto's voice was firm. "It doesn't help you, it just keeps you in that dark place. You need to come out into the light, Jack. And I can help you with that." Ianto was amazed at his acting skills and the stupid git just ate it up. "Let me give you what you truly deserve."
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They were both laying naked on Jack's bed, caressing each other softly, letting the passion heat slowly. Ianto kissed down the side of Jack's neck, nipping playfully at his shoulder, before moving down to kiss his chest and the smooth skin above his waist. His hands were gentle, caressing up Jack's arms and down his sides to his hips and then around to move up and down his back in long, sweeping strokes. He moved back up Jack's body to capture Jack's lips with his own. Kissing him passionately, letting their tongues mingle together in a sweet dance of love. His hands moved down to cup Jack's butt and then around to softly caress his swollen cock. He moved his hands back up to Jack's shoulders and looked down at his lover. Jack was lost in a haze of passion, his own hands exploring Ianto just as throughly as Ianto had been exploring him. Ianto moved over Jack and brought his gaze up to meet his. He ground his hips into Jack's and they both sighed as their cocks met and caressed each other. Ianto leaned down to capture Jack's mouth again, reaching for the lubricant on the bedside table. He gently prepared Jack for entry and then sheathed himself to the hilt in Jack's warm body. He started moving slowly, in and out of the tight warmth that surrounded him, at the same time pumping Jack's cock with his hand in rythym with his thrusts. Jack's moans of pleasure started to crescendo as the passion built inside. Ianto moved faster, letting himself go as he encouraged Jack to do the same. Jack called out his name as his passion broke and Ianto called out a name too, smiling insanely at the immediate reaction in the other man.

"What did you just call me?" Jack asked.

"Your name."

"That's not my name." The tension in Jack's voice was palpable.

"Yes it is. It's the name your parents gave you when you were born."

Jack was fighting to get out from under him, but he kept him pinned there and wouldn't let him go. Jack looked up into the blue eyes in the face above him.

"But how do you know that name? I've never told anyone in this time what my real name is."

"Mmmm...the key words are 'in this time'. I've always known what your name is you worthless coward."

"But how? Who are you?" Jack demanded, but there was a desperation to his voice that begged not to be told the answer.

"How?" he scoffed. "Please, the number of times I heard Mum and Dad call your name. The number of times I called your name, running after you on the dunes, begging you to wait up for me. I'd never forget your name."

His eyes watched as Jack struggled not to accept what he was hearing. The panic that appeared in his eyes as he could no longer deny it, and the pending madness that approached with his acceptance of the truth.

"Your name has stuck with me all the years I was imprisoned with those creatures. It echoed in my mind when I escaped. And I vowed to track you down and pay you back for every last thing I suffered at their hands." He allowed his hate and disgust for the pathetic person still laying naked, and spent from passion in his arms to show. "Your name is what's kept me going, knowing that one day I'd have my revenge on you." His insane smile lit up his face. "It was me that told your wife the truth about you, I even gave her the gun she used to kill herself. I was the one that gave the Master the information he needed to hurt you the worst while you were on the Valiant. Hell, it was me who spent all that year torturing you. And you never once suspected. You pathetic, worthless, selfish fool." He could see Jack's sanity slipping away faster and faster...

"Now, you tell me. What. Is. My. Name?"

The madness descended completely over the older man's face as he cried out his tormentor's name.

"Gray!"

fin.

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