FIC Twisted: The Beginning of the End 1/4
Warnings: Very dark. Murder, suicide, torture. Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters - they belong to the BBC and Mr. Davies. I'm just borrowing them for awhile...and they may not be recognizable when I give them back.
Begins directly at the end of 2x09 - Something Borrowed. Some vague spoilers.
"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.
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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.
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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.
TBC
Read Part 2
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters - they belong to the BBC and Mr. Davies. I'm just borrowing them for awhile...and they may not be recognizable when I give them back.
Begins directly at the end of 2x09 - Something Borrowed. Some vague spoilers.
"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.
______________________________________________________________________________
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.
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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.
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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.
TBC
Read Part 2