Fic: Still Changing (TW, J/I, NC-17)
Title: Still Changing
Author: Bedsidekibbles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: around 4600 (WTF?!?!)
Genre: AU (very AU); a bit D/s, in a way
Disclaimer: Torchwood is property of RTD and the BBC.
Pairing: Eventual Janto; I/G, I/O, I/T, I/O/G
Summary: Ianto’s employment at Torchwood Three has a very different beginning.
Warnings: Umm, this is rather nasty at some points - don’t say I didn’t warn you. Also, anti-Gwen, anti-Owen, and even a bit anti-Tosh. Not much dialogue in the beginning.
Author’s Note: Umm, yeah, this idea has been in my head for several days. I tried to come up with any way I could to make it a bit nicer, especially for Ianto, but this is the only way I could do it. In particular, I had intended the end to be a lot smuttier, but I didn’t want to downplay the emotions of the other parts. So please, review, and if it wasn’t your cup of tea, please be kind. I’m obviously a sick and disturbed individual. This is what I do instead of studying for my LSATs next Saturday.
Getting hired by Torchwood Three had turned out a lot different than Ianto Jones had expected. He had expected at least a bit of resistance; Jack Harkness and his dislike for Torchwood One had been notorious, even before Canary Wharf. He hadn’t expected his former employment would endear him to the Captain. And yet, when he had arrived, he hadn’t found Captain Harkness at all. Instead, he had found a Suzie Castello leading the team; apparently Harkness was on some kind of assignment, and the team didn’t have any idea when he would return. It was a lot easier getting hired, for which he was grateful. Lisa had been getting worse, and he knew he had to do everything he could to get her hooked up somewhere with the necessary and proper supplies for him to help her. His desperation led him to entering a situation he never would have imagined.
In the end, it turned out to have been for nothing. Within two months, Lisa had died, without ever even being taken off her support system. Ianto had failed her. Without her, he didn’t know what he had left. And so, even though the situation and his place in Torchwood was something he had never wanted, and still abhorred, he found himself unable to leave. At least with Torchwood, he could fool himself into thinking he had some kind of purpose.
From the moment he started at Torchwood Three, Ianto had done his best to remain both invisible and indispensible. In his ability to hide Lisa, he had succeeded; but in other ways, he had failed in ways he had never even imagined possible. The sexual harassment had started on the first day. Jokes, Ianto figured he could handle. It was when he went beyond that that he discovered just what his role at Torchwood would entail.
Two weeks after Ianto started work, Suzie Castello had killed herself, and leadership had been passed on to her second in command, Gwen Cooper, who had only been there a couple months longer than Ianto. Owen and Tosh, though they had both been there quite a bit longer, never objected to the promotion of the former PC, as neither of them wanted the responsibility of the job. Gwen and Owen, the perpetrators of the jokes, quickly made clear what they expected of Ianto in his role as “butler/caretaker” of the organization. He had sought to make himself indispensible to the team by anticipating their every need, catering to them so much that they would never be able to contemplate firing him. As it turned out, he did this a little too well, and with the promotion of Gwen, Ianto found himself the sexual pet to all three members of Torchwood Three.
Gwen:
Gwen had started it, and in some ways she was the most demanding. At first, it hadn’t seemed so bad. Every couple of days, she would pull him into her office for a quick fuck. His pleasure was allowed, as long as she achieved orgasm first and she made no effort to help; if he could come after making her orgasm, that was fine, but she never facilitated it. And he was a young, red-blooded male. Sex a couple days a week wasn’t a particular hardship, even if he found her relatively unattractive. It was when the demands moved beyond a few fucks a week that Ianto found himself having a difficult time with it.
A few weeks before Lisa’s death, Gwen started demanding daily sessions, often more than once. Pretty soon, it became a somewhat of a schedule. A half hour after Gwen arrived, he was expected in her office. She would make her daily phone calls, and sign any paperwork that was on her desk, while he sat under it and fingered her pussy and licked at her clit until she orgasmed. He was then dismissed, his face sticky with her juices.
After lunch, she would pull him into the archives, pull out his cock and ride him, telling him what a whore he was until she came. She would then get up and leave him there, leaving him to get back up, straighten himself up and clean up any mess that might have been made. Some days it was all he could do to even get it up for these sessions.
Before she left, which was often before anyone else, she would pull him to the center of the Hub and force him to his hands and knees. From there he was expected to eat her pussy until she was almost to the point of orgasm, then she would ride him to orgasm again. As in the archives, she would leave him there when she was finished with him. Tosh would usually find somewhere else to be during these sessions, but Owen would often come out of the Med Bay just to watch.
Owen:
It didn’t take long after Gwen started fucking Ianto that Owen followed her lead. While Ianto tried not to think of those first few weeks, he was pretty sure Owen started making demands within days of Gwen. Gwen was the most demanding of Ianto in the sense that she had the most “set” schedule of when she expected him to be available to her. Owen was the most demanding in what and how often he expected from Ianto.
With his second coffee of the day, no matter where he was, Owen expected a blow job. If Owen came in his mouth, he was expected to swallow. Other times, he would pull out at the last second and shoot his load onto Ianto’s face. Like with Gwen and her office, he was then expected to get up and leave, his face sticky with cum. Only once he was out of Owen’s line of sight was he allowed to wipe it off his face, and sometimes out of his hair as well.
Within two to three hours, Owen would demand his presence again. This time, he would push Ianto to his hands and knees and fuck him from behind, usually without more than spit that Ianto could get onto his cock before he turned him around to fuck. Ianto knew that Owen got the most pleasure from this part, believing that he hated it the most of all that they made him do. Owen was right, but for the wrong reasons. Owen believed this to be the most painful, humiliating part. However, Ianto had been with men before, he had bottomed and could find pleasure in it. However, the humiliation of being used simply as a hole for someone else’s pleasure was worse than Ianto could have ever expected.
Sometime during the mid-afternoon, Owen would often expect a rim job and reach around in the showers, Ianto on his knees in whatever water may be there if someone had had a nasty run in with some alien that morning.
After Gwen’s third fuck of the day, Owen would usually be worked up enough to demand another fuck, this time with Ianto shoved up against the wall, cock still sticky from Gwen, and usually still hard. This was often the most likely time Ianto could reach orgasm. He would still be hard from Gwen, and without meaning too, Owen would sometimes actually hit his prostate, providing enough stimulation for Ianto to cum. After this fuck, Owen too would often leave for the day, off to the bars for a night of pulling.
Nights that Owen found himself unsuccessful with the ladies (or the occasional gentleman), he often showed up drunk, on Ianto’s doorstep, expecting another fuck, and Ianto was unable to deny him. And so, quickly his only escape from work was soon violated by Owen’s intrusion into his home, where he fucked him either over the back of the couch, or on the floor, causing rug burns on Ianto’s elbows and knees. As soon as he was done, Owen would stumble out of the flat, leaving Ianto alone with his tears, the only ones he allowed himself to shed. Tears and sobs that were swallowed by the dark.
Tosh:
Of the three, Tosh seemed the most uncomfortable with Ianto’s status as Torchwood pet. While she never vocally protested to his treatment, she was the only one who would actually speak to him about things besides work or sex. But eventually, even Tosh betrayed the small amount of Ianto’s trust that she had gained. Her loneliness eventually became too much, and after a few months, two or three after Lisa’s death, she too started to make demands of Ianto. She still used him less than the other two, but she was much more emotionally demanding.
Once or twice a week, Tosh would pull Ianto down to one of the rooms below the hub where beds were set up, for the times that overnight observation of the Hub was necessary. After both had stripped, she would pull him on top of her, and beg him to make love to her, to love her. Unlike the other two, there was a certain level of intimacy into what they did, especially in the sense that Ianto was somewhat in charge of his actions, and that they kissed during the act. In the beginning, Ianto had almost appreciated the difference from the other two, but their third time in the basement, Tosh, with her eyes closed, moaned Owen’s name. It was then that Ianto figured he was just a substitute. After that, he did his best to bring Tosh to orgasm quickly and efficiently, either by fucking her or eating her out, tongue fucking her to orgasm, but never let himself be fooled by the loving words that Tosh would murmur.
*******
The first time Ianto’s schedule changed was when Owen and Gwen started fucking. At first, Ianto found himself glad, thinking that the two of them would demand less of him, now that they were finding it elsewhere on a regular basis. However, it seemed the opposite happened. While their previous schedules were no longer demanded, what was expected was possibly even worse.
Gwen’s morning demands were still the same; she still expected Ianto under her desk while she finished her paperwork. Owen too still expected a blow job with his second coffee of the day. However, after that, they instituted new expectations. At least two or three more times throughout the day, the two would demand use of his body as an addition to their “relationship”. Sometimes, Owen would fuck him on his back, while Gwen squatted over his face. Other times, Owen would fuck Gwen, while Ianto was expected to either lick where they joined, playing particular attention to Gwen’s clit, or to eat Owen’s ass.
Tosh too became more demanding during this time. Her somewhat secret love for Owen caused her to lash out when he started fucking Gwen. Instead of once or twice a week, she started to demand use of Ianto’s body four or five times a week, occasionally more than once a day. Not only that, but her physical demands of Ianto’s body increased as well. She still had him take her, or eat her out, at times, but her anger came out at other times. From somewhere, she had gotten a strap on, and would sometimes fuck him with it, anger causing her to use too little lube and too much force. She would often be apologetic afterwards, but that wouldn’t’ stop her from doing it again.
*****
After a year at Torchwood Three, Ianto had finally seemed to accept his role in life and at Torchwood. He had found himself becoming invisible outside his role as a sexual pet to the other three. He was living in their world, but he wasn’t really part of it. He wasn’t really a member of the team, instead only an object they used to make their lives easier. But one day, everything changed again, in ways Ianto could never have expected.
****
He had just settled beneath the desk, the position cramped and uncomfortable, but one he had to take every day. He had one finger buried in the pussy in front of him, and his tongue was softly tracing Gwen’s clit, giving her the slow build she enjoyed. He tried to allow his mind to wander, but Gwen’s hand in his hair and her occasional moans from above were keeping him firmly in the present. He added a second finger after several minutes, thrusting them as deep inside as he could. He also started to suck softly on her clit, the slight suction causing her hand to clench, nails digging into his scalp, pulling painfully at his hair. Moaning louder, she started to grind her crotch into his face, making it slightly harder to breathe. He sped up the actions of both his fingers and his tongue, hoping to bring her to completion quickly. Gwen however, seemed to have other ideas. He could almost feel herself pulling back from orgasm each time he brought her close. Soon her moans turned into actual words.
“Yeah, slut, eat me, eat my pussy. Yeah, you’re pretty good at that, but you would be, wouldn’t you, whore? Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me with those fingers…oh, harder…yeah, just like that. Do it again, make me come, all over that pretty face of yours.” Gwen, Ianto had learned early on, had quite the dirty mouth on her, and often enjoyed talking while he pleasured her.
It was at that moment Ianto heard the door open. Expecting either Owen or Tosh’s voice, Ianto was surprised to hear a man’s voice that he didn’t recognize, the American accent seeming out of place.
“Hey Gwen, did ya miss me?”
Gwen almost leapt from the chair, but a swipe of Ianto’s tongue along her clit stopped her from standing. He had long ago learned to continue, no matter who may come into the room while he was giving Gwen her first orgasm of the day. “Jack!” She exclaimed, then let out a moan. “You’re back! I thought it would be another week, at least.”
So this was the infamous Jack Harkness. Ianto had heard all about his notorious flirting habits, and the fact that he slept with pretty much anyone and everyone. Quickly he tried to factor another person to please into his daily schedule, and wondered when exactly he would be able to do his actual work.
The American was speaking again. “Yeah, we finished up earlier than expected, so I figured I might as well head on back…” Harkness paused when Gwen let out another moan, this one a little breathier, signifying she was approaching orgasm. “Gwen, is there someone under the desk?”
Gwen smiled. “It’s just Ianto. You know, the butler/caretaker that Suzie hired…it was right before she…before she died.”
“Oh, yeah, right, I remember…well, I suppose I’ll let you two get on with it. Just send him down when the two of you are done. I want to meet him…Suzie seemed to think he’d be pretty valuable here.”
Gwen moaned again. “Oh, he’s been irreplaceable Jack; I just know you’re going to love him.”
Below the desk, Ianto sighed internally. There would be one more, than. He sped up his fingering of Gwen’s pussy, and sucked harder at her clit, trying to finish her off, figuring he mine as well go meet his new boss. Just as he heard the door closed, Gwen started gasping, her hand pushing his face further into her cunt. He felt his face get wetter, as he felt a gush of liquid over his fingers. He remained still for a moment, allowing Gwen to come down a bit, then slowly removed his fingers and face from between the woman’s legs. Slowly he crawled out from under the cramped desk, and stood slowly, stretching sore muscles.
Gwen gave him a nasty smile. “Good job, slut. Now go ahead and go meet Jack. I think he’ll enjoy you just as much as the rest of us have.”
With barely a nod, Ianto turned and made his way down to the center of the hub, where he could see a handsome man sitting at one of the desks, staring off into space, as neither Tosh nor Owen were in yet. Hearing feet on the stairs, Harkness turned to him, just as he came to a stop next to the desk.
Harkness smiled when he saw Ianto, and Ianto knew that his premonition about one more team member to keep happy was true. “You must be Ianto Jones, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Ianto nodded, and gave a small, tight smile in return. “Yes sir, Captain. Is there anything I can get for you or do for you, sir?”
Harkness smiled again. “A cup of coffee would be fantastic, Ianto, thank you. And may I say, you look good in that suit.”
Ianto gave the briefest of nods. “Thank you sir. You’re coffee will be right out.” With that, Ianto turned and made his way to the kitchen, putting together a cup of coffee for the Captain, took it to his desk, then made his way down to the archives. Hopefully Tosh, Owen, and Gwen would be so busy with the return of the Captain that he wouldn’t be needed to day.
As luck would have it, Ianto’s hopes came true. Mostly. Near the end of the day, as the others were gathering their things to go out to a pub to celebrate Jack’s return, Gwen pulled Ianto aside.
“Ianto, after we go, I want you to strip and go down to the Captain’s quarters. Be ready and waiting for him when he returns. He’s been gone a rather long time, and I imagine he’ll appreciate an easy and willing hole to fuck for a few hours.” With a slap on the ass, Gwen gave him a nasty little smile, and turned to leave.
Minutes later, Ianto was alone in the Hub. He sighed and went about, shutting everything down or to stand by for the night. When that was done, he slowly removed his clothing, setting it on his chair at his desk, where he would be able to get it, either when the Captain was done with him, or the next morning. From there, he made his way down to the Captain’s quarters under his office, and stretched out on the bed, trying not to be nervous. At least with the other three, he knew what to expect. From the Captain, he had no idea what he was in for.
For hours, he lay there and waited, his nervousness growing with each passing moment. More than once he almost got up and left, but stopped himself every time. Doing so would be in direct violation of Gwen’s orders; that constituted quitting, which would lead to his being retconned, and despite how much he wanted to forget the last year, Torchwood would also take his memories of Lisa, the only person he’d ever loved and who’d loved him back. He wasn’t willing to give those up.
Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, noise, footsteps from above brought him to full wakefulness immediately. He turned and watched as the Captain made his way down the ladder. As the man’s eyes adjusted to the half-light, he realized just what was waiting for him in his bed, and Ianto found himself surprised by the look of shock on the Captain’s face. Surely Gwen had told him that she had sent him down here. OR was he truly meant to be a surprise, a gift?
Harkness approached the bed slowly, obviously unsure how to proceed. “Ianto…what are you doing?”
“What does it look like, Sir?” Ianto did his best to keep the tremble out of his voice. Owen and Gwen would have taken great pleasure in his obvious fear; why would Harkness be any different?
“It looks like you’re waiting for me to fuck you, but it also looks like you’re terrified. So, I’ll ask again: what are you doing?”
Ianto sighed. Obviously Gwen hadn’t filled the Captain in on all of Ianto’s duties. Either that, or this was the biggest mind fuck of them all. “Following orders, sir?”
Jack’s eyebrow furrowed, a confused look on his face. “Whose orders, Ianto? Gwen’s?”
Ianto nodded, “Yes Sir.”
Jack came to sit on the end of the bed, but made no move to touch Ianto, for which the younger man was grateful. “Ianto, I know you and Gwen have…something, after this morning…but…is this common? Do the two of you do things like this often?”
Ianto had to stop himself from laughing. “Sir, I think you have misunderstood my job here at Torchwood Three.”
Jack’s brow furrowed even further. “You’re admin, correct? Plus, clean up, caretaking, that sort of thing?”
“As well as, and I quote ‘provider of sexual relief to all members of the team, whenever and wherever expected, to take precedence over all other duties’.”
Jack’s jaw dropped. “THAT’S what Suzie hired you for?!?!?”
Ianto shook his head. “No Sir, that wasn’t added to my job description until after her death.”
“You mean…Gwen?” At Ianto’s nod, Jack closed his eyes, as if pained. “And…all of them…take advantage of you in this way?”
“Yes, sir, some more than others, but they all have their turns. Over the last year I have learned what to expect from each of them, learned what it is they like, what it is they expect from me. I’m sorry sir, at least tonight, I’ll need you to let me know what it is you want and expect from me.”
Jack leapt from the bed as if burned. “Nothing Ianto! I don’t want…this from you. I won’t deny I find you attractive, but…I never…I would never…I have never had anything but completely consensual sex with someone and I’m not about to start now.” Jack paused, trying to get his breathing, as well as his temper, under control. Going around the side of the bed, Jack pulled up the blanket from the bottom and covered Ianto’s naked body with it. “Go to sleep Ianto. This…what they’ve done to you, it ends tonight. Sleep here, I’m going to go look over some of the stuff from the last year, try and figure out what’s happened, how this happened to you. Don’t worry Ianto, I’ll fix it.”
With that, Jack turned and made his way back up the ladder to his office above, and closed the manhole cover behind him. Shocked but rather relieved, Ianto let himself slip into an exhausted sleep, unsure of what to expect when he woke the next morning.
After that night, Ianto Jones’s life once again changed in ways he would never have expected. He never saw Gwen, Owen, or Tosh after that night. Jack never told him what it was he did, but Ianto eventually that Gwen and Owen had been retconned and sent back to what had been rather mundane, miserable lives. Tosh, given her reluctance to the situation and remorse for haven taken part, was transferred to UNIT, but banned from ever seeking to contact Ianto, or Jack, again.
Jack officially rehired Ianto as a full member of the team, and made him second in command. Together, they found three new members and sought to once again rebuild Torchwood without the poison that had been so present during Jack’s absence. And slowly, carefully, Jack and Ianto worked together to rebuild Ianto Jones as well. With Jack’s support, Ianto found himself able to accept and move beyond what had been done to him. With Jack’s encouragement, Ianto was finally able to share what had happened to him, both at Torchwood One and Three. With Jack’s insistence, Ianto eventually believed that what had happened wasn’t his fault, and that he was worth saving.
And with Jack’s dedication, patience, and adoration, Ianto Jones finally found himself able to love again. What had started as hero-worship eventually grew to something much more, something stronger, something that would last. And it was something that Jack felt for him as well. IT was a long road, but eventually, Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness found themselves at a point where they could be themselves and could be together. It was with Jack’s love that Ianto was finally able to come out of the shadows and fully become part of a team, could finally be a part of the world, and not just be in it.
And a year to the day after they met, Ianto finally found himself to express the love he had for Jack physically. Though they had admitted their feelings for each other over two months before, they had never moved beyond kissing, Ianto still uncomfortable with allowing others access to his body, Jack unwilling to push Ianto beyond his limits.
But that night, everything changed for Ianto Jones once again. And finally he realized that, even while he had seemed stuck in a life he hadn’t wanted, things had always been changing. And they still were. But finally, for Ianto Jones, they were only changing for the better.
The evening had begun with dinner, a celebration of how far they had come in the last year. From there, they had made their way to Ianto’s flat, different than the one he had rented when he first moved to Cardiff. This one was no longer haunted by the presence of Owen, by the presence of the man that Ianto had been for all those terrible months. This flat, still relatively new, was without many memories at all, only the promise of new ones…ones he would make with Jack. And some of the most treasured memories they would make, they would make that night….
Ianto pulled Jack behind him into the bedroom. He hesitated at the door, but at Ianto’s insistence, he followed him in. They stopped in front of the bed, where Ianto turned to face Jack, their mouths only centimeters apart. For a moment, Jack looked closely at Ianto’s face, looking for any last minute doubts, then, when he saw none, closed the space between them, bringing their lips together. The kiss started out softly, reassuring, but quickly grew more passionate. Within minutes, they were naked, laid out across the bed, still joined at the lips, hands now caressing, stroking, fueling the fire that had been burning for months.
Jack finally pulled away, gasping for breath. “I promise, this is the last time I’ll ask, but are you sure Ianto? Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Ianto smiled, and Jack found himself breathless again. “Jack…Jack, I have never been more sure of anything in my life.
Smiling back, Jack leaned back in, bringing his lips to Ianto’s once again, rolling so that he was above Ianto, his weight comfortable, warm, never threatening.
After that, the night was just a series of images for Ianto, feelings, memories that he would always cherish.
Jack’s mouth on his neck, sucking at his skin, marking him in the most delicious of ways.
Jack’s fingers running across his chest, his back, all over him, soft and gentle.
The feel of Jack’s mouth on his cock, gently coaxing his first orgasm of the night out of him, encouraging his moans with gentle touches to this thighs and hole.
The wonderful fullness, first in his mouth, and later his ass, of Jack’s cock, taking him, loving him, protecting him.
The weight of Jack above him.
The taste of Jack’s mouth on his; the taste of his sweat as he kissed his way down his body; the taste of his cum, one of the most arousing things Ianto had ever experienced.
The scent…those 51st century pheromones. Jack’s scent…the scent that Ianto would forever after associate with home.
The sight of Jack above him, mouth open, eyes closed, pleasure etched across every inch of his face.
The sound of his name being murmured so softly, with such love.
A thousand whispered ‘I love you’s.
A thousand whispered ‘I love you’s, swallowed in the dark.
FIN
You want something that’s constant
and I only wanted to be me
But watch, even the stars above
things that seem still are still changing
Author: Bedsidekibbles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: around 4600 (WTF?!?!)
Genre: AU (very AU); a bit D/s, in a way
Disclaimer: Torchwood is property of RTD and the BBC.
Pairing: Eventual Janto; I/G, I/O, I/T, I/O/G
Summary: Ianto’s employment at Torchwood Three has a very different beginning.
Warnings: Umm, this is rather nasty at some points - don’t say I didn’t warn you. Also, anti-Gwen, anti-Owen, and even a bit anti-Tosh. Not much dialogue in the beginning.
Author’s Note: Umm, yeah, this idea has been in my head for several days. I tried to come up with any way I could to make it a bit nicer, especially for Ianto, but this is the only way I could do it. In particular, I had intended the end to be a lot smuttier, but I didn’t want to downplay the emotions of the other parts. So please, review, and if it wasn’t your cup of tea, please be kind. I’m obviously a sick and disturbed individual. This is what I do instead of studying for my LSATs next Saturday.
Getting hired by Torchwood Three had turned out a lot different than Ianto Jones had expected. He had expected at least a bit of resistance; Jack Harkness and his dislike for Torchwood One had been notorious, even before Canary Wharf. He hadn’t expected his former employment would endear him to the Captain. And yet, when he had arrived, he hadn’t found Captain Harkness at all. Instead, he had found a Suzie Castello leading the team; apparently Harkness was on some kind of assignment, and the team didn’t have any idea when he would return. It was a lot easier getting hired, for which he was grateful. Lisa had been getting worse, and he knew he had to do everything he could to get her hooked up somewhere with the necessary and proper supplies for him to help her. His desperation led him to entering a situation he never would have imagined.
In the end, it turned out to have been for nothing. Within two months, Lisa had died, without ever even being taken off her support system. Ianto had failed her. Without her, he didn’t know what he had left. And so, even though the situation and his place in Torchwood was something he had never wanted, and still abhorred, he found himself unable to leave. At least with Torchwood, he could fool himself into thinking he had some kind of purpose.
From the moment he started at Torchwood Three, Ianto had done his best to remain both invisible and indispensible. In his ability to hide Lisa, he had succeeded; but in other ways, he had failed in ways he had never even imagined possible. The sexual harassment had started on the first day. Jokes, Ianto figured he could handle. It was when he went beyond that that he discovered just what his role at Torchwood would entail.
Two weeks after Ianto started work, Suzie Castello had killed herself, and leadership had been passed on to her second in command, Gwen Cooper, who had only been there a couple months longer than Ianto. Owen and Tosh, though they had both been there quite a bit longer, never objected to the promotion of the former PC, as neither of them wanted the responsibility of the job. Gwen and Owen, the perpetrators of the jokes, quickly made clear what they expected of Ianto in his role as “butler/caretaker” of the organization. He had sought to make himself indispensible to the team by anticipating their every need, catering to them so much that they would never be able to contemplate firing him. As it turned out, he did this a little too well, and with the promotion of Gwen, Ianto found himself the sexual pet to all three members of Torchwood Three.
Gwen:
Gwen had started it, and in some ways she was the most demanding. At first, it hadn’t seemed so bad. Every couple of days, she would pull him into her office for a quick fuck. His pleasure was allowed, as long as she achieved orgasm first and she made no effort to help; if he could come after making her orgasm, that was fine, but she never facilitated it. And he was a young, red-blooded male. Sex a couple days a week wasn’t a particular hardship, even if he found her relatively unattractive. It was when the demands moved beyond a few fucks a week that Ianto found himself having a difficult time with it.
A few weeks before Lisa’s death, Gwen started demanding daily sessions, often more than once. Pretty soon, it became a somewhat of a schedule. A half hour after Gwen arrived, he was expected in her office. She would make her daily phone calls, and sign any paperwork that was on her desk, while he sat under it and fingered her pussy and licked at her clit until she orgasmed. He was then dismissed, his face sticky with her juices.
After lunch, she would pull him into the archives, pull out his cock and ride him, telling him what a whore he was until she came. She would then get up and leave him there, leaving him to get back up, straighten himself up and clean up any mess that might have been made. Some days it was all he could do to even get it up for these sessions.
Before she left, which was often before anyone else, she would pull him to the center of the Hub and force him to his hands and knees. From there he was expected to eat her pussy until she was almost to the point of orgasm, then she would ride him to orgasm again. As in the archives, she would leave him there when she was finished with him. Tosh would usually find somewhere else to be during these sessions, but Owen would often come out of the Med Bay just to watch.
Owen:
It didn’t take long after Gwen started fucking Ianto that Owen followed her lead. While Ianto tried not to think of those first few weeks, he was pretty sure Owen started making demands within days of Gwen. Gwen was the most demanding of Ianto in the sense that she had the most “set” schedule of when she expected him to be available to her. Owen was the most demanding in what and how often he expected from Ianto.
With his second coffee of the day, no matter where he was, Owen expected a blow job. If Owen came in his mouth, he was expected to swallow. Other times, he would pull out at the last second and shoot his load onto Ianto’s face. Like with Gwen and her office, he was then expected to get up and leave, his face sticky with cum. Only once he was out of Owen’s line of sight was he allowed to wipe it off his face, and sometimes out of his hair as well.
Within two to three hours, Owen would demand his presence again. This time, he would push Ianto to his hands and knees and fuck him from behind, usually without more than spit that Ianto could get onto his cock before he turned him around to fuck. Ianto knew that Owen got the most pleasure from this part, believing that he hated it the most of all that they made him do. Owen was right, but for the wrong reasons. Owen believed this to be the most painful, humiliating part. However, Ianto had been with men before, he had bottomed and could find pleasure in it. However, the humiliation of being used simply as a hole for someone else’s pleasure was worse than Ianto could have ever expected.
Sometime during the mid-afternoon, Owen would often expect a rim job and reach around in the showers, Ianto on his knees in whatever water may be there if someone had had a nasty run in with some alien that morning.
After Gwen’s third fuck of the day, Owen would usually be worked up enough to demand another fuck, this time with Ianto shoved up against the wall, cock still sticky from Gwen, and usually still hard. This was often the most likely time Ianto could reach orgasm. He would still be hard from Gwen, and without meaning too, Owen would sometimes actually hit his prostate, providing enough stimulation for Ianto to cum. After this fuck, Owen too would often leave for the day, off to the bars for a night of pulling.
Nights that Owen found himself unsuccessful with the ladies (or the occasional gentleman), he often showed up drunk, on Ianto’s doorstep, expecting another fuck, and Ianto was unable to deny him. And so, quickly his only escape from work was soon violated by Owen’s intrusion into his home, where he fucked him either over the back of the couch, or on the floor, causing rug burns on Ianto’s elbows and knees. As soon as he was done, Owen would stumble out of the flat, leaving Ianto alone with his tears, the only ones he allowed himself to shed. Tears and sobs that were swallowed by the dark.
Tosh:
Of the three, Tosh seemed the most uncomfortable with Ianto’s status as Torchwood pet. While she never vocally protested to his treatment, she was the only one who would actually speak to him about things besides work or sex. But eventually, even Tosh betrayed the small amount of Ianto’s trust that she had gained. Her loneliness eventually became too much, and after a few months, two or three after Lisa’s death, she too started to make demands of Ianto. She still used him less than the other two, but she was much more emotionally demanding.
Once or twice a week, Tosh would pull Ianto down to one of the rooms below the hub where beds were set up, for the times that overnight observation of the Hub was necessary. After both had stripped, she would pull him on top of her, and beg him to make love to her, to love her. Unlike the other two, there was a certain level of intimacy into what they did, especially in the sense that Ianto was somewhat in charge of his actions, and that they kissed during the act. In the beginning, Ianto had almost appreciated the difference from the other two, but their third time in the basement, Tosh, with her eyes closed, moaned Owen’s name. It was then that Ianto figured he was just a substitute. After that, he did his best to bring Tosh to orgasm quickly and efficiently, either by fucking her or eating her out, tongue fucking her to orgasm, but never let himself be fooled by the loving words that Tosh would murmur.
*******
The first time Ianto’s schedule changed was when Owen and Gwen started fucking. At first, Ianto found himself glad, thinking that the two of them would demand less of him, now that they were finding it elsewhere on a regular basis. However, it seemed the opposite happened. While their previous schedules were no longer demanded, what was expected was possibly even worse.
Gwen’s morning demands were still the same; she still expected Ianto under her desk while she finished her paperwork. Owen too still expected a blow job with his second coffee of the day. However, after that, they instituted new expectations. At least two or three more times throughout the day, the two would demand use of his body as an addition to their “relationship”. Sometimes, Owen would fuck him on his back, while Gwen squatted over his face. Other times, Owen would fuck Gwen, while Ianto was expected to either lick where they joined, playing particular attention to Gwen’s clit, or to eat Owen’s ass.
Tosh too became more demanding during this time. Her somewhat secret love for Owen caused her to lash out when he started fucking Gwen. Instead of once or twice a week, she started to demand use of Ianto’s body four or five times a week, occasionally more than once a day. Not only that, but her physical demands of Ianto’s body increased as well. She still had him take her, or eat her out, at times, but her anger came out at other times. From somewhere, she had gotten a strap on, and would sometimes fuck him with it, anger causing her to use too little lube and too much force. She would often be apologetic afterwards, but that wouldn’t’ stop her from doing it again.
*****
After a year at Torchwood Three, Ianto had finally seemed to accept his role in life and at Torchwood. He had found himself becoming invisible outside his role as a sexual pet to the other three. He was living in their world, but he wasn’t really part of it. He wasn’t really a member of the team, instead only an object they used to make their lives easier. But one day, everything changed again, in ways Ianto could never have expected.
****
He had just settled beneath the desk, the position cramped and uncomfortable, but one he had to take every day. He had one finger buried in the pussy in front of him, and his tongue was softly tracing Gwen’s clit, giving her the slow build she enjoyed. He tried to allow his mind to wander, but Gwen’s hand in his hair and her occasional moans from above were keeping him firmly in the present. He added a second finger after several minutes, thrusting them as deep inside as he could. He also started to suck softly on her clit, the slight suction causing her hand to clench, nails digging into his scalp, pulling painfully at his hair. Moaning louder, she started to grind her crotch into his face, making it slightly harder to breathe. He sped up the actions of both his fingers and his tongue, hoping to bring her to completion quickly. Gwen however, seemed to have other ideas. He could almost feel herself pulling back from orgasm each time he brought her close. Soon her moans turned into actual words.
“Yeah, slut, eat me, eat my pussy. Yeah, you’re pretty good at that, but you would be, wouldn’t you, whore? Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me with those fingers…oh, harder…yeah, just like that. Do it again, make me come, all over that pretty face of yours.” Gwen, Ianto had learned early on, had quite the dirty mouth on her, and often enjoyed talking while he pleasured her.
It was at that moment Ianto heard the door open. Expecting either Owen or Tosh’s voice, Ianto was surprised to hear a man’s voice that he didn’t recognize, the American accent seeming out of place.
“Hey Gwen, did ya miss me?”
Gwen almost leapt from the chair, but a swipe of Ianto’s tongue along her clit stopped her from standing. He had long ago learned to continue, no matter who may come into the room while he was giving Gwen her first orgasm of the day. “Jack!” She exclaimed, then let out a moan. “You’re back! I thought it would be another week, at least.”
So this was the infamous Jack Harkness. Ianto had heard all about his notorious flirting habits, and the fact that he slept with pretty much anyone and everyone. Quickly he tried to factor another person to please into his daily schedule, and wondered when exactly he would be able to do his actual work.
The American was speaking again. “Yeah, we finished up earlier than expected, so I figured I might as well head on back…” Harkness paused when Gwen let out another moan, this one a little breathier, signifying she was approaching orgasm. “Gwen, is there someone under the desk?”
Gwen smiled. “It’s just Ianto. You know, the butler/caretaker that Suzie hired…it was right before she…before she died.”
“Oh, yeah, right, I remember…well, I suppose I’ll let you two get on with it. Just send him down when the two of you are done. I want to meet him…Suzie seemed to think he’d be pretty valuable here.”
Gwen moaned again. “Oh, he’s been irreplaceable Jack; I just know you’re going to love him.”
Below the desk, Ianto sighed internally. There would be one more, than. He sped up his fingering of Gwen’s pussy, and sucked harder at her clit, trying to finish her off, figuring he mine as well go meet his new boss. Just as he heard the door closed, Gwen started gasping, her hand pushing his face further into her cunt. He felt his face get wetter, as he felt a gush of liquid over his fingers. He remained still for a moment, allowing Gwen to come down a bit, then slowly removed his fingers and face from between the woman’s legs. Slowly he crawled out from under the cramped desk, and stood slowly, stretching sore muscles.
Gwen gave him a nasty smile. “Good job, slut. Now go ahead and go meet Jack. I think he’ll enjoy you just as much as the rest of us have.”
With barely a nod, Ianto turned and made his way down to the center of the hub, where he could see a handsome man sitting at one of the desks, staring off into space, as neither Tosh nor Owen were in yet. Hearing feet on the stairs, Harkness turned to him, just as he came to a stop next to the desk.
Harkness smiled when he saw Ianto, and Ianto knew that his premonition about one more team member to keep happy was true. “You must be Ianto Jones, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Ianto nodded, and gave a small, tight smile in return. “Yes sir, Captain. Is there anything I can get for you or do for you, sir?”
Harkness smiled again. “A cup of coffee would be fantastic, Ianto, thank you. And may I say, you look good in that suit.”
Ianto gave the briefest of nods. “Thank you sir. You’re coffee will be right out.” With that, Ianto turned and made his way to the kitchen, putting together a cup of coffee for the Captain, took it to his desk, then made his way down to the archives. Hopefully Tosh, Owen, and Gwen would be so busy with the return of the Captain that he wouldn’t be needed to day.
As luck would have it, Ianto’s hopes came true. Mostly. Near the end of the day, as the others were gathering their things to go out to a pub to celebrate Jack’s return, Gwen pulled Ianto aside.
“Ianto, after we go, I want you to strip and go down to the Captain’s quarters. Be ready and waiting for him when he returns. He’s been gone a rather long time, and I imagine he’ll appreciate an easy and willing hole to fuck for a few hours.” With a slap on the ass, Gwen gave him a nasty little smile, and turned to leave.
Minutes later, Ianto was alone in the Hub. He sighed and went about, shutting everything down or to stand by for the night. When that was done, he slowly removed his clothing, setting it on his chair at his desk, where he would be able to get it, either when the Captain was done with him, or the next morning. From there, he made his way down to the Captain’s quarters under his office, and stretched out on the bed, trying not to be nervous. At least with the other three, he knew what to expect. From the Captain, he had no idea what he was in for.
For hours, he lay there and waited, his nervousness growing with each passing moment. More than once he almost got up and left, but stopped himself every time. Doing so would be in direct violation of Gwen’s orders; that constituted quitting, which would lead to his being retconned, and despite how much he wanted to forget the last year, Torchwood would also take his memories of Lisa, the only person he’d ever loved and who’d loved him back. He wasn’t willing to give those up.
Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, noise, footsteps from above brought him to full wakefulness immediately. He turned and watched as the Captain made his way down the ladder. As the man’s eyes adjusted to the half-light, he realized just what was waiting for him in his bed, and Ianto found himself surprised by the look of shock on the Captain’s face. Surely Gwen had told him that she had sent him down here. OR was he truly meant to be a surprise, a gift?
Harkness approached the bed slowly, obviously unsure how to proceed. “Ianto…what are you doing?”
“What does it look like, Sir?” Ianto did his best to keep the tremble out of his voice. Owen and Gwen would have taken great pleasure in his obvious fear; why would Harkness be any different?
“It looks like you’re waiting for me to fuck you, but it also looks like you’re terrified. So, I’ll ask again: what are you doing?”
Ianto sighed. Obviously Gwen hadn’t filled the Captain in on all of Ianto’s duties. Either that, or this was the biggest mind fuck of them all. “Following orders, sir?”
Jack’s eyebrow furrowed, a confused look on his face. “Whose orders, Ianto? Gwen’s?”
Ianto nodded, “Yes Sir.”
Jack came to sit on the end of the bed, but made no move to touch Ianto, for which the younger man was grateful. “Ianto, I know you and Gwen have…something, after this morning…but…is this common? Do the two of you do things like this often?”
Ianto had to stop himself from laughing. “Sir, I think you have misunderstood my job here at Torchwood Three.”
Jack’s brow furrowed even further. “You’re admin, correct? Plus, clean up, caretaking, that sort of thing?”
“As well as, and I quote ‘provider of sexual relief to all members of the team, whenever and wherever expected, to take precedence over all other duties’.”
Jack’s jaw dropped. “THAT’S what Suzie hired you for?!?!?”
Ianto shook his head. “No Sir, that wasn’t added to my job description until after her death.”
“You mean…Gwen?” At Ianto’s nod, Jack closed his eyes, as if pained. “And…all of them…take advantage of you in this way?”
“Yes, sir, some more than others, but they all have their turns. Over the last year I have learned what to expect from each of them, learned what it is they like, what it is they expect from me. I’m sorry sir, at least tonight, I’ll need you to let me know what it is you want and expect from me.”
Jack leapt from the bed as if burned. “Nothing Ianto! I don’t want…this from you. I won’t deny I find you attractive, but…I never…I would never…I have never had anything but completely consensual sex with someone and I’m not about to start now.” Jack paused, trying to get his breathing, as well as his temper, under control. Going around the side of the bed, Jack pulled up the blanket from the bottom and covered Ianto’s naked body with it. “Go to sleep Ianto. This…what they’ve done to you, it ends tonight. Sleep here, I’m going to go look over some of the stuff from the last year, try and figure out what’s happened, how this happened to you. Don’t worry Ianto, I’ll fix it.”
With that, Jack turned and made his way back up the ladder to his office above, and closed the manhole cover behind him. Shocked but rather relieved, Ianto let himself slip into an exhausted sleep, unsure of what to expect when he woke the next morning.
After that night, Ianto Jones’s life once again changed in ways he would never have expected. He never saw Gwen, Owen, or Tosh after that night. Jack never told him what it was he did, but Ianto eventually that Gwen and Owen had been retconned and sent back to what had been rather mundane, miserable lives. Tosh, given her reluctance to the situation and remorse for haven taken part, was transferred to UNIT, but banned from ever seeking to contact Ianto, or Jack, again.
Jack officially rehired Ianto as a full member of the team, and made him second in command. Together, they found three new members and sought to once again rebuild Torchwood without the poison that had been so present during Jack’s absence. And slowly, carefully, Jack and Ianto worked together to rebuild Ianto Jones as well. With Jack’s support, Ianto found himself able to accept and move beyond what had been done to him. With Jack’s encouragement, Ianto was finally able to share what had happened to him, both at Torchwood One and Three. With Jack’s insistence, Ianto eventually believed that what had happened wasn’t his fault, and that he was worth saving.
And with Jack’s dedication, patience, and adoration, Ianto Jones finally found himself able to love again. What had started as hero-worship eventually grew to something much more, something stronger, something that would last. And it was something that Jack felt for him as well. IT was a long road, but eventually, Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness found themselves at a point where they could be themselves and could be together. It was with Jack’s love that Ianto was finally able to come out of the shadows and fully become part of a team, could finally be a part of the world, and not just be in it.
And a year to the day after they met, Ianto finally found himself to express the love he had for Jack physically. Though they had admitted their feelings for each other over two months before, they had never moved beyond kissing, Ianto still uncomfortable with allowing others access to his body, Jack unwilling to push Ianto beyond his limits.
But that night, everything changed for Ianto Jones once again. And finally he realized that, even while he had seemed stuck in a life he hadn’t wanted, things had always been changing. And they still were. But finally, for Ianto Jones, they were only changing for the better.
The evening had begun with dinner, a celebration of how far they had come in the last year. From there, they had made their way to Ianto’s flat, different than the one he had rented when he first moved to Cardiff. This one was no longer haunted by the presence of Owen, by the presence of the man that Ianto had been for all those terrible months. This flat, still relatively new, was without many memories at all, only the promise of new ones…ones he would make with Jack. And some of the most treasured memories they would make, they would make that night….
Ianto pulled Jack behind him into the bedroom. He hesitated at the door, but at Ianto’s insistence, he followed him in. They stopped in front of the bed, where Ianto turned to face Jack, their mouths only centimeters apart. For a moment, Jack looked closely at Ianto’s face, looking for any last minute doubts, then, when he saw none, closed the space between them, bringing their lips together. The kiss started out softly, reassuring, but quickly grew more passionate. Within minutes, they were naked, laid out across the bed, still joined at the lips, hands now caressing, stroking, fueling the fire that had been burning for months.
Jack finally pulled away, gasping for breath. “I promise, this is the last time I’ll ask, but are you sure Ianto? Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Ianto smiled, and Jack found himself breathless again. “Jack…Jack, I have never been more sure of anything in my life.
Smiling back, Jack leaned back in, bringing his lips to Ianto’s once again, rolling so that he was above Ianto, his weight comfortable, warm, never threatening.
After that, the night was just a series of images for Ianto, feelings, memories that he would always cherish.
Jack’s mouth on his neck, sucking at his skin, marking him in the most delicious of ways.
Jack’s fingers running across his chest, his back, all over him, soft and gentle.
The feel of Jack’s mouth on his cock, gently coaxing his first orgasm of the night out of him, encouraging his moans with gentle touches to this thighs and hole.
The wonderful fullness, first in his mouth, and later his ass, of Jack’s cock, taking him, loving him, protecting him.
The weight of Jack above him.
The taste of Jack’s mouth on his; the taste of his sweat as he kissed his way down his body; the taste of his cum, one of the most arousing things Ianto had ever experienced.
The scent…those 51st century pheromones. Jack’s scent…the scent that Ianto would forever after associate with home.
The sight of Jack above him, mouth open, eyes closed, pleasure etched across every inch of his face.
The sound of his name being murmured so softly, with such love.
A thousand whispered ‘I love you’s.
A thousand whispered ‘I love you’s, swallowed in the dark.
FIN
You want something that’s constant
and I only wanted to be me
But watch, even the stars above
things that seem still are still changing