Title: Vertrauen
By: scifichicx
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I wish I was Russel T. Davies. But I'm not, so these characters are not mine. I make no monies.
Warning: WiP
Summary: Jack wants to lose control and Ianto discovers he'd like to take control.***
Jack Harkness.
Jack Harkness.
Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood Three, Cardiff.
Jack :)
Captain Jack Harkness.
Jack Harkness.
With a sigh of the damned, Jack flicked his wrist. The pen he was holding making a little click in his fingers. He hated paperwork. It was nothing but pointless and took too damn long. If he wasn't so paranoid, he would have bought a stamp a long time ago. Still, he turned another page, glanced at the type, and scrawled his official approval on the not-so-dotted line.
He wasn't sure if he heard Ianto come in the office, or perhaps he saw him at the corner of his vision, but he wasn't surprised when his long-cold coffee was plucked off his desk and replaced with something fresh. The smell actually drew Jack's nose out of his papers. "That," he looked at the coffee and then Ianto, "was just what I needed."
"That is what I figured," Ianto responded warmly. However, despite his tone, something seemed off about him. His shoulders were just that little more tense beneath his suit and his skin paled in the dungeon lighting of the office.
Jack licked his lips thoughtfully, his stomach twisting in concern and caution. Ianto had a terrible poker face but he tried to smile around it. A thousand boss-oriented worries and concerns flitted through his mind, but the part of him that had kissed Ianto as he leaned back against his kitchen counter after making them breakfast that morning desperately wanted to believe the contrition and obedience he'd seen from the young man over the past few months wasn't a lie.
But then Ianto squared his shoulders and took a breath. His hands set, palms flat, on Jack's desk and he looked his lover in the eye. "Jack," he started, and that was the only word he got out firmly. The rest was vulnerable, and for just a heartbeat, Jack got the impression that Ianto might shatter before he got it all out. "You trust me, don't you?"
Jack blinked. Fast thinking time. How serious could this be? Instinct and common sense both said there possibly was a potential risk, but something else- something nagging and warm that Jack often tried to avoid- said that this was Ianto and he was a good person. Before he could really stop himself, he was saying, "Yes." That was apparently enough to relax his skittish lover.
"Good," Ianto said, with a very slow nod. He straightened up, pulling his suit into place and took a steadying breath. Meeting Jack's eyes he threw himself in and they both knew that past here there really wasn't any turning back. "Pick a safe word." His voice came out smooth and dangerous.
Jack leaned back in his chair, his entire mind going, ‘Oh.' This is what Ianto was nervous about? That fact made Jack want to giggle and run a lap around Cardiff all at once. But he had to think now, had to do his part and ignore the excitement that raced through him at the tone and all the sultry promises it held. "Wolf."
"Wolf," Ianto repeated back in confirmation. "Alright."
Ianto Jones had a terrible poker face when he was ill prepared. Now, past the threshold of this game, everything clicked into place and a wicked grin curved his lips. He reached into his coat pocket and tossed something on the desk that landed with a hushed sound. Jack's eyes dragged down and setting on his hated paperwork was a black leather cock cage; four rings connected by one strap, little chrome buckles sparkling on each.
"Put it on," Ianto ordered smoothly, before Jack could get anything out. "Tight," he added, knowing Jack had enough knowledge of these things to put it on without damaging himself. "And leave it on. I'll call you when I'm ready for you." Without hesitation he turned to walk out. At the door he glanced back at his wide-eyed boss. "And don't turn off the CCTV. I'll be checking to make sure you behave, understood?"
Jack looked at Ianto dumbly and managed to nod a bit, "Yeah."
Ianto took a sharp step back in the office, his eyes narrowing and his voice chilled, "Excuse me?"
For what may have been the first time ever, Jack had the instinct to flinch away from Ianto. Looking at him searchingly, he tried again, "Yes?"
Looking like a soldier with nothing but crisp, precise motions, Ianto circled Jack's desk, took and roughly griped his chin with one hand, "It will be sir," he growled. Jack thought he might melt out of the chair. "And you won't want to forget it. Understood?" He punched the last word with a dangerous edge.
"Yes, sir." Jack said back, a rasp under his usually smooth voice.***
Tap, tap, tap.
Grip.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Ianto wondered for the tenth time if it always took this long to get to his flat. His heart had been pounding since before he left the hub, and when he thought about everything he was about to do to his boss tonight it raced back to a deafening timpani in his ears. His thumb tapped at the top of the steering wheel as he waiting anxiously for a light to change. He knew Jack wanted this. He'd made sure. But God help him if he guessed wrong about what he thought Jack would like.
...
"You know, If you're ever looking to take command, please, don't be afraid to overturn the system," Jack had said less than a week before when Ianto had enticed him to leave paperwork behind in trade for a warm bed and twisting sheets.
The comment surprised Ianto, because he hadn't meant anything like that. Still the thought was intriguing. He shot a smirk at Jack, "Looking for someone to give you orders, captain?"
As his eyes locked unwaveringly onto Ianto's, Jack spoke with a very subtle shrug, "Some days, a man needs to lose control."
"In that case," Ianto began casually as he brought the mug and napkin that he had dutifully cleared from the desk back over. "Pack up." He deposited both items back on the cluttered surface. "And don't leave the place a mess. You'll be in my car in ten." With one last look that just bordered on playful, Ianto turned on his heel and walked out.
He never looked back to see Jack with an eyebrow raised and, for once, a lack of words. He cleared his throat as he snapped back into motion, and licked his lips while he set down the mug and adjusted his belt a bit. Finally a slow grin spread on his face and he obediently plucked up the mug and napkin and trotted off to do what he'd been told.
Ianto tried not to fidget in the car then as well. He'd been nearly sure that the second he'd turned from Jack's desk he would have heard the man laugh warmly and tell him to come back in and do his job. Glancing at his watch, he noted about seven minutes had passed. What would he even do if Jack took longer? Looking out at the misty pinpricks of rain collecting on his windscreen, Ianto let his mind wander over things. It was months ago that he and Jack first kissed, a tangle of uncertainty and need that could have broken him just as easily as it had set him on his feet. It was becoming difficult to remember what it was like to coax Jack to come home with him, all the frustration and chase. What happened between them was about comfort and contact. When the hell did it start to become more?
Rubbing the heels of his hands over his weary eyes, Ianto let out a sigh and started the car. Glancing at his watch again told him Jack had thirty seconds. Then he heard a tap at the passenger window, and saw Jack looking at him hopefully. A bit of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he hit the automatic unlock button. Jack slid into the car and pulled on his safety belt as through it were the most natural thing in the world. They were getting cozy and it was about the last thing Ianto had ever expected. Unsure of whether to keep to the power game he'd started in the hub, Ianto just frowned at the gathering rain and pulled out of the Millennium Center car park.
Jack sat quietly for a moment, until Ianto looked over at him with a smirk and asked, "Did you actually clean up?"
"Oh yeah. A good looking man tells me what to do like that..." Jack's voice was like whiskey silk; smooth over stones and always a little dangerous.
Ducking his head, but keeping his eyes on the road, Ianto shot back, "So if I was homely you'd've told me to knob myself then?"
With a shrug, Jack replied simply, "Well you aren't."
Ianto gave a nod, unable to wipe the little grin from his face, "And here I thought you couldn't stand taking orders."
Turning to Ianto with a cool look, Jack told him, "That depends on what they're for."
Shooting a glance at his boss, "Right." Then he found himself looking back out at the shimmering evening, his thoughts wandering into mostly appropriate territory. Jack however, shifted in his seat; his mind completely gone south. Finally Ianto spoke up again, "I've never really given it much thought."
"Really?" Jack asked, and then paused before clarifying, "About...?"
Ianto tried to shrug casually, but his heart was starting to pound, "Power. Not in bed anyway."
"Oh." And Jack sounded so damn casual about the whole thing, "You've never toyed around with... commands?"
"Not that I can recall. Which is as good as a no."
Though he was still looking forward, Ianto could feel Jack's eyes flick to him. The older man was silent for a moment that was almost too long, "Care to?"
Ianto licked his lips and he mirrored Jack's quick look. He let the concept turn over in his head a bit, wondering just how much trouble he could possibly be getting himself into. "I'll think about it." He finally decided.
"Alright." That was good enough for Jack and he sat quietly, no doubt thinking of the feel of snug rope or cold cuffs.
After another pause Ianto broke him out of his relaxed fantasy with, "So we're clear, who's ordering whom"
Jack's head cocked sideways and his lips pulled quick in his thoughtful expression, "Are you up for a challenge?"
Not sure what to think of that, Ianto straightened a little in his seat, "Is that an evasion of the question?"
Then Jack replied with a firm voice that managed to be sultry and respectfully obedient all at once. "Not at all, sir."
Hearing that man call him sir made Ianto blink in surprise. Turning to Jack this time, he looked just a little baffled- and suddenly rather turned on. Jack's face lit up with a smile and soft laugh. Ianto half-smiled himself and gave his attention to the road again, they were almost to his flat. "Challenge?"
"Me."
How the hell did this happen? Last night they had gone to bed with hardly a word. They snogged and shagged and it was brilliant but it was just easy and casual and Jack was nearly always in the lead of things. Ianto felt vaguely overwhelmed, "What do you like, then?"
Jack didn't even hesitate in his response, "Rough and harsh."
More images than Ianto could keep track of assaulted his mind at once and he gripped the steering wheel, struggling to keep his voice even, "honestly?"
Smiling more, Jack purred, "Honest."
It was about then that Ianto pulled in to a parking spot down the block his flat was on. He took a long moment to piece a few thoughts together. "When is the last time anyone was rough with you?"
"Hum." He thought on that a moment, "About... six months ago." The answer set off a lot of thoughts that jumbled around in Ianto's head as he sat in the parked car. Jack was quiet and patient. Finally, he prodded, "Mind if I ask what you're thinking?"
Ianto unbuckled the seatbelt and rubbed his hand over his mouth, "Thinking about how much I don't know about you- in short."
"Well..." Jack began and then shrugged, "You know more about me than the rumors in the Hub."
Glancing at Jack, Ianto noted, "And still hardly nothing." He shook his head; that really wasn't the point, "It doesn't matter. Not really. I just —occasionally- wish I had a bit more insight or understanding."
"You get one free, but be careful what you ask."
"Jack..." Then he took a moment, listening to the sound of the building rain. He looked down at his hands that somehow found their way back onto the steering wheel. "You managed to read me before. You set me back on my feet- gave me what I needed. So you tell me, Jack. Tell me something to give me a clue. Unless you don't need anything." He was stepping through dangerous territory and he knew it.
"I need to let go for a while, not be boss," Jack told him. "Just for a little while."
When they got back to Ianto's flat, he'd held Jack down, gripping his wrists bruise-tight as he fucked him into the sofa. He'd never heard Jack moan like that before. He needed to hear it again.
...
Ianto pressed the accelerator to the floor when the light turned. He had a lot of work to do.***
Paperwork had never been this amazing.
Jack gave a slight fidget in his chair. His pen hovered above an expense release that he knew was from Tosh but, for the life of him, he couldn't recall how much money he was signing away or what it was for. He had gotten through five documents since he'd refastened his trousers and delicately sat back down at his desk, trying not to squirm too much or think about anything pleasant. Mainly, because he had no idea how long Ianto would take to call and the longer he could avoid an erection the better. Now that was a thought he didn't have often. The leather felt amazing for now, snug and deliciously wrong against the sensitive flesh. Jack was impressed.
Ianto had been so timid at first, asking gentle questions and hesitantly trying things out, but, as in all other aspects, he learned fast and adjusted accordingly. He was also very thorough with any endeavor he undertook. Jack's mind was desperate to reel at all the possibilities his buttoned up office boy may have in store for him. More leather, perhaps. Maybe he got a flogger. And then the image of Ianto wearing black, snap up chaps and heavy biker boots came through crystal-clear and Jack squeezed his pen as he became, suddenly, very aware of the binding on his shaft.
...
To: Ianto Jones
From: Jack Harkness
Subject: Here you go
Your Bondage/Dominance Sadism/Masochism Purity Test Results
You answered "yes" to 79 of 100 questions, making you 21.0% BDSM pure (79.0% BDSM corrupt); that is, you are 21.0% pure in the BDSM domain.
Your Weirdness Factor (AKA Uniqueness Factor) is 63%, based on a comparison of your test results with 52560 other submissions for this test.
[Ianto You have entered this chat.]
Ianto: You don't want to know what I got, Captain.
Jack: I already know
Jack: 8
Ianto: Not exactly impressive.
Jack: That's ok. Don't stress out over it. You've already fucked me senseless.
Ianto: That I did.
Jack: Tosh's car just pulled away. Everyone's out.
Ianto: I'm still working on the power connector order forms
Jack: I'm working on that pod that crashed through the car park.
Ianto: Have you been able to peg down the trajectory of it?
Jack: Not quite. Almost there. I actually think it changed trajectory.
Ianto: That would imply intelligence being involved.
Jack: Exactly.
Ianto: Has it done anything yet?
Jack: Not yet.
Ianto: I can't decide if that makes me nervous or not.
Jack: Neither can I. I think I'm going to put it down in the vaults for the night and not up here in my office.
Ianto: You still have it in there?
Jack: I was fiddling.
Ianto: You just can't help yourself, can you, sir?
Jack: Not really.
Upstairs, sitting on his tourist office perch, Ianto rubbed his eyes as he looked through the finest BDSM advice the internet had to offer. His recent internet files were stocked with sex toy catalogues, instructions on how to tie bondage knots, flogging techniques, and plenty more that made him pinch the bridge of his nose and take a long breath. There were so many things to do and so many ways to do it. He went back to his keyboard.
Ianto: Why are there so many kinds of bondage??
Jack: That's like asking why there are so many flavors of ice cream.
Ianto: Should I keep to myself that I've always been fond of vanilla?
Jack: Not at all. Though, I wouldn't tell Owen. He's a rocky road man.
Ianto: That makes odd sense. What about you?
Jack: Banana split.
Jack: But I'm not picky. I'll take anything.
Ianto: I see.
Ianto: So, do you have a favorite in the other category?
Jack: I like having no control. I dare say even rape fantasy. Sometimes I like to top, but I can do enough of that in real life. I don't need to play it.
Ianto: I'll remember that.
Jack: You?
Ianto: I've only ever experienced handcuffs. I'll think about it a little more.
Jack: And a tie.
Ianto: Right. That happened very fast.
Jack: As it should.
Ianto: I actually think I may favor being held down.
Jack: So, rape for you, too?
Ianto: ...
Ianto: I suppose so.
Jack: :-)
Jack: I would have taken you for a top-type in bondage.
Ianto: I could be. I think. I'm suddenly having trouble keeping my thoughts in order.
Jack: Good. I thought perhaps because you seem to be such a natural at it.
Ianto: I did?
Jack: Oh, yeah.
Ianto: I just tried to guess what you would enjoy.
Jack: Well, you did good.
Ianto: I did well, sir. Grammar.
Ianto: :-P
Jack: I don't claim to be good at English. I just speak it.
Ianto: Some might say you speak American, not English.
Jack: And you speak Welsh. Never did figure out Welsh.
Ianto: It's a language best to be born into.
Jack: So I've heard.
Jack: When do you want to head out?
Ianto: Soon.
Jack: Alright. Call up when you're ready to go. I'm going to go 'fiddle'.
Ianto: Don't fuse your hands to anything.
Jack: Haven't done it yet.
...
Jack smiled fondly mid sip of coffee, musing at the irony so often found in BDSM. It was so often the powerful, strong people that wanted to be reduced to a sniffling, begging heap and the quiet ones whose boot would be on their back. Leaning back, Jack looked from his victorious pile of finished paperwork to the phone and finally over to the tiny camera mounted on his office wall. He wondered how much Ianto had been watching him.
...
Jack: What are you working on?
Ianto: Trying to sort out a few things.
Jack: Alright. How long do you need?
Ianto: I have no idea.
Jack: Alright. I'm making coffee. You want some?
Ianto: ...
Ianto: You could have asked me to do that, sir.
Jack: You were busy. I took the liberty.
Ianto: I'm not working on anything that important.
Jack: You get your work done. I'll drink the coffee.
Ianto: I say this with love, but you are probably the only one who can drink that coffee.
Jack: All the more for me.
Ianto: Is that your strategy?
Jack: Keeps me going, too.
Ianto: How your diet hasn't killed you is a mystery.
Jack: I work out. A lot.
Ianto: Heart attack in the making, sir.
Jack: I can't wait.
Jack: What are you working on?
Ianto: Personal things.
Jack: How personal?
Ianto: At a normal job I think I could be fired.
Jack: Oh.
Jack: How fired?
Ianto: Fired and disgraced?
Ianto: Perhaps not that bad.
Jack: Really? Care if I take a look?
Ianto: I suppose... just don't get too excited
Jack: Alright.
Jack: Oh, just my type of fired.
Ianto: Good thing you're my boss.
Jack: Yeah, but I can still 'fire' you. Just so you'll beg for your job back.
Ianto: So I can earn it back?
Jack: Maybe.
Ianto: And what do you look at when there is nothing else to do? I'm sure it's worse.
Jack: You really want to know?
Ianto: I don't rightly care, actually.
Jack: If you ever want to know, just ask.
Ianto: I appreciate the thought. Thank you.
Jack: Whatever I can do to help. I'm happy to oblige.
Ianto: Are you being sweet?? I should check you for a fever again?
Ianto: j/k
Jack: I can be sweet when I want to be.
Jack: I just prefer my chocolate dark.
Ianto: Like your coffee.
Jack: Exactly.
Jack: Speaking of, I think it should be done. What do you think?
Ianto: It would have been done 3 minutes ago.
Jack: Sounds good. I'll be back. Should I start scaring people off?
Ianto: Sure. I'll work faster.
Jack: Alright.
Jack: Alright...all we need to do is get Owen out, which shouldn't take much. He was just putting away the last of his instruments.
Ianto: Give him a chip for the pub.
Jack: It won't even take that. He just has to hang up his lab coat then he's out of here. I gave him a taste of my coffee. He'd rather drink piss, apparently.
Ianto: He knows where his allegiance should be.
Jack: I never said I was causing and uprising. Not amongst the loyal subjects of your kingdom. ;-)
Ianto: I'd hate to have to publicly flog you, sir.
Jack: I might like that.
Ianto: That will be taken into account.
Jack: Can I be naked? I may start an uprising for that.
Ianto: I'll put extra clothes on you.
Jack: Oh? Perhaps I might like that too.
Ianto: A bright floral print, I'm thinking...
Ianto: Maybe a clown nose.
Jack: Only if you like clown sex.
Ianto: No. Here, distract yourself with this.
Ianto: http://www.wizdomme.com/infopack/negotiate.shtml
Jack: Do you want the answers?
Ianto: Yes.
Jack: Yes sir.
Ianto: Just email it to me when you're done.
Ianto: It's rather detailed, isn't it?
Jack: It is. I'm having a good time with it
Ianto: Well, I'm glad to hear that.
Jack: I'm not entirely sure what to do with the last part.
Jack: But the rest is done.
Ianto: I'll take a look then.
[Transmission Ends.]
...
Jack rolled his neck until it made a satisfying dull crack and clicked in another sudoku square. It was just reaching the other side of an hour since Ianto left and Jack was starting to wonder if the point of this exercise was simple obedience and self-restraint. He pressed his thumb to his lips and a few seconds later clicked his nail against his tooth.
Ring
Jack turned and plucked up the phone, his heart racing almost instantly. "Hello?"
"Get over here," Ianto's smooth voice ordered. "Let yourself in. There will be orders waiting for you."
Chills ran down Jack's spine, "Yes, sir."***
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