Learning Curve - Part 1 - fic
Learning Curve
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Punishment fic, no sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Jack gave the security monitors one final check, and locked down the hub. He transferred the alarm warnings to the computer in his quarters and dimmed the lights.
He headed down, into his quarters. The lights were already on, and he glanced into the corner seeing the naked kneeling figure of Ianto.
Not pausing in his steps, he crossed over to the kitchen area and poured a glass of water, giving himself time to think.
He had made no mention to the younger man that this was what was expected of him this evening. The mere fact that he was here at his own behest indicated that he needed and knew he deserved whatever Jack would choose to meet out.
Jack set the glass down on the table, and walked over to the corner of the room.
“Stand Ianto”
The other man stood slowly. He’d been there for some time and his knees were stiff and cold. Head bowed he stood.
Jack pulled a chair over and sat. Legs straight out, crossed at the ankles.
“I am going to talk, and you’re not going to say a word” Ianto gave a small nod.
“None of this should ever have happened. You’ve clearly been hiding things from everyone. From the other’s; that I could forgive, but to hide things from me. That was never part of our arrangement. “
Jack paused, there had been no reaction from the other man so far. That was what he expected, but not always what he got.
“When we started this it because my responsibility to take care of you. In return I expect you to tell me everything, to ask me for everything. So from now on, things are going to change, for a while at least.”
He unfolded his legs and stood, walking over to the other man. He put his hands flat on the wall, either side of Ianto’s head.
“From now on, you will ask my permission for everything. To take a piss, to make the coffee. Until I believe I can trust you again.”
Tears finally bubbled out of the corners of Inato’s eyes. Jack put his finger out and wiped at them. His eyes, cold as ice, looked and the younger man.
“There are many more of those to come yet” he said coldly.
“Turn around” he said, as he walked away. “You know what to do. Hands against the wall”
Not that he had expected anything else, at that point Ianto knew that this would be, hopefully, the harshest punishment he’d ever had.
Jack knelt down and pulled a large metal container from under his bed. Unlocking the coded padlock he thought back to the last time he had done something like this.
Longer ago than he cared to remember, when he was simply Captain Jack Harkness, RAF fly boy . He signed softly.
He found what he was looking for. A long black handled whip. The five tails made of soft leather. He stroked the tails lovingly. He’d hoped that the first time he would use this on Ianto would have been to give pleasure rather than hand out punishment. Ianto had brought this on himself; although Jack did have the horrible feeling that he had missed something and should have been more observant.
He made a promise to himself to be more observant, particularly where Ianto was concerned. This, whatever it was, gave him something to focus on over and above the usual day to day business at Torchwood.
Ianto hadn’t moved. Head bowed, his hands flat on the wall. Jack walked up behind him.
“No noise” He whispered in his ear. “And no more Lisa incidents, you will tell me everything from now on” The younger man, didn’t make a sound. All Jack could hear was a hitch in his breathing.
Jack stood back, whip in hand, the weight of it welcoming. He looked at the younger man, smooth pale skin, shadow and light playing off it. Jack raised the whip and aimed it at Ianto’s ass. A series of read stripes appeared almost immediately.
Jack started off lightly, and soon got into a rhythm, slowly increasing the pressure of the impact, over and over again. He worked his way up Ianto’s back, over the shoulders and down again, over this thighs, and calves.
The suddenly he changed, hitting much harder, skipping from one area to another, so that the other man would be unable to anticipate where the pain was going to come from next.
He might be immortal, but his arms could still ache, he glanced at the clock without missing a beat. It felt like they’d been going for much longer. He needed Ianto to let go, to realise the implications of what he’d done. To understand what they could be to each other.
He watched the other man intently. He could be brutal, and vicious, but this wasn’t about that. Much as it pained him to think about, he did care for Ianto, and he wanted to take care of him. Over the years he had leaped from partner to partner, from man, to woman, to, yeah, others. With Ianto though, he’d found someone he wanted to stay with; if only for a while.
He saw a slight movement and heard a hitch in the other mans breath. He threw the whip over the chair and gathered the other man up in his arms. Tears were streaming down his face. His back felt scorching hot to Jacks touch.
Carefully Jack led him over to the bed, lady him down on his front, stroking his hair.
“Never again” he whispered in the young mans ear.
Ianto looked up at him through the tears and nodded.
Jack smiled at him,
“Here drink this, you’ll feel better, then you can sleep”
And tomorrow will be a new day, Jack thought. You won’t remember and the other’s won’t remember.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Punishment fic, no sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Jack gave the security monitors one final check, and locked down the hub. He transferred the alarm warnings to the computer in his quarters and dimmed the lights.
He headed down, into his quarters. The lights were already on, and he glanced into the corner seeing the naked kneeling figure of Ianto.
Not pausing in his steps, he crossed over to the kitchen area and poured a glass of water, giving himself time to think.
He had made no mention to the younger man that this was what was expected of him this evening. The mere fact that he was here at his own behest indicated that he needed and knew he deserved whatever Jack would choose to meet out.
Jack set the glass down on the table, and walked over to the corner of the room.
“Stand Ianto”
The other man stood slowly. He’d been there for some time and his knees were stiff and cold. Head bowed he stood.
Jack pulled a chair over and sat. Legs straight out, crossed at the ankles.
“I am going to talk, and you’re not going to say a word” Ianto gave a small nod.
“None of this should ever have happened. You’ve clearly been hiding things from everyone. From the other’s; that I could forgive, but to hide things from me. That was never part of our arrangement. “
Jack paused, there had been no reaction from the other man so far. That was what he expected, but not always what he got.
“When we started this it because my responsibility to take care of you. In return I expect you to tell me everything, to ask me for everything. So from now on, things are going to change, for a while at least.”
He unfolded his legs and stood, walking over to the other man. He put his hands flat on the wall, either side of Ianto’s head.
“From now on, you will ask my permission for everything. To take a piss, to make the coffee. Until I believe I can trust you again.”
Tears finally bubbled out of the corners of Inato’s eyes. Jack put his finger out and wiped at them. His eyes, cold as ice, looked and the younger man.
“There are many more of those to come yet” he said coldly.
“Turn around” he said, as he walked away. “You know what to do. Hands against the wall”
Not that he had expected anything else, at that point Ianto knew that this would be, hopefully, the harshest punishment he’d ever had.
Jack knelt down and pulled a large metal container from under his bed. Unlocking the coded padlock he thought back to the last time he had done something like this.
Longer ago than he cared to remember, when he was simply Captain Jack Harkness, RAF fly boy . He signed softly.
He found what he was looking for. A long black handled whip. The five tails made of soft leather. He stroked the tails lovingly. He’d hoped that the first time he would use this on Ianto would have been to give pleasure rather than hand out punishment. Ianto had brought this on himself; although Jack did have the horrible feeling that he had missed something and should have been more observant.
He made a promise to himself to be more observant, particularly where Ianto was concerned. This, whatever it was, gave him something to focus on over and above the usual day to day business at Torchwood.
Ianto hadn’t moved. Head bowed, his hands flat on the wall. Jack walked up behind him.
“No noise” He whispered in his ear. “And no more Lisa incidents, you will tell me everything from now on” The younger man, didn’t make a sound. All Jack could hear was a hitch in his breathing.
Jack stood back, whip in hand, the weight of it welcoming. He looked at the younger man, smooth pale skin, shadow and light playing off it. Jack raised the whip and aimed it at Ianto’s ass. A series of read stripes appeared almost immediately.
Jack started off lightly, and soon got into a rhythm, slowly increasing the pressure of the impact, over and over again. He worked his way up Ianto’s back, over the shoulders and down again, over this thighs, and calves.
The suddenly he changed, hitting much harder, skipping from one area to another, so that the other man would be unable to anticipate where the pain was going to come from next.
He might be immortal, but his arms could still ache, he glanced at the clock without missing a beat. It felt like they’d been going for much longer. He needed Ianto to let go, to realise the implications of what he’d done. To understand what they could be to each other.
He watched the other man intently. He could be brutal, and vicious, but this wasn’t about that. Much as it pained him to think about, he did care for Ianto, and he wanted to take care of him. Over the years he had leaped from partner to partner, from man, to woman, to, yeah, others. With Ianto though, he’d found someone he wanted to stay with; if only for a while.
He saw a slight movement and heard a hitch in the other mans breath. He threw the whip over the chair and gathered the other man up in his arms. Tears were streaming down his face. His back felt scorching hot to Jacks touch.
Carefully Jack led him over to the bed, lady him down on his front, stroking his hair.
“Never again” he whispered in the young mans ear.
Ianto looked up at him through the tears and nodded.
Jack smiled at him,
“Here drink this, you’ll feel better, then you can sleep”
And tomorrow will be a new day, Jack thought. You won’t remember and the other’s won’t remember.