Title: His Captain and His Angel 13/22
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/John
Spoilers: Mild for COE (background information)
Summary: Captain John Hart always gets what he wants.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Notes: This is the third in the series of stories about Ianto’s past. It follows Blue Moon’s Child and The Lost Son. I’ll be posting this once a day until it is finished. Special thanks go to czarina_kitty for being such a wonderful Beta. Also thanks to rowanheart24 for helping me brainstorm the original idea. Comments please!
Ianto's da was out at work when he got home late that afternoon. Ianto went into the kitchen to get a drink of water. On the table was a note.
Will be late back from work – stock taking.
Done you some tea. Eat it.
Ianto looked in the fridge. There was a bowl of pasta bake with a microwave cover over it. He considered it, then put it back. He’d have it later. He headed upstairs. He’d just reached his bedroom when there was a knock at the front door. Ianto sighed and went to answer it.
John was standing on the doorstep. Ianto swallowed. “I…I’m sorry but…”
John stepped over the threshold, pushing Ianto back, then shut the door and put the chain on. “We’ve got stuff to talk about, haven’t we?”
“John, I’m sorry but…I had to get to work. My da would have gone mad and I need the money.”
John reached up and touched Ianto’s face. “You don’t need anything but me, Ianto. Your dad doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t care enough to punish you. But I do, Ianto. I want to look after you.”
“What…what do you mean?”
John stepped forwards. “That when you come with me, I’ll take care of your every need. You’ll obey me and I’ll punish you when you fail because my rules are for your own good. Do you understand?”
“Show me your bedroom,” John commanded.
Ianto dropped his eyes, then turned and led John upstairs to his bedroom. John strolled in like he owned it. Ianto sat on his bed and watched as John explored his room.
John stopped at Ianto’s desk, reached out and picked something up. “I’ve still got to punish you for your disobedience earlier, haven’t I?”
Ianto looked down at the ground. “Yes. My…grandfather’s belt is downstairs. Do you want me to fetch it?”
John considered him for a moment, then smiled. “No. I’ve got something better in mind.” He showed Ianto what he had in his hand. It was Ianto’s penknife.
John strode closer. “Take your clothes off.”
Ianto stood and, slowly, stripped. At least he knew nobody else could see him here. When he was naked, he sat back down on his bed and hugged his knees.
John smiled at him. “That’s better. Much more obedient.” He passed Ianto the knife. “I want you to cut yourself. Once here.” He pressed a finger to Ianto’s forearm. “And once here.” He pressed his hand to Ianto’s thigh. “Then I am going to cut you.”
“Cut me? But…”
John smiled and stroked his hair. “It will hurt but it won’t scar. I promise.”
“You want to please me, don’t you?”
“And you want to please God?”
“Then you need to do this. Now.”
Ianto swallowed, then took a deep breath and flicked open the pen knife. He’d cut himself before, because he needed to feel better. This wasn’t the same but….he could do it. He could.
John’s eyes were on him. “Come on.”
Ianto pressed the knife to his arm and closed his eyes. John’s hand was in his hair.
Ianto took a deep breath and drew the knife fast across his arm. He felt the sharp, familiar pain. It was like always except, after the pain, there wasn’t that warm feeling. It just hurt.
John pressed a finger to his mouth. Ianto realised that there was a small tablet on the end of his finger.
“Swallow. It’ll make you feel good.”
Ianto swallowed the tablet and immediately began to feel a throbbing in his head. He looked up, into John’s eyes and gazed at him as he made the second cut. This was for John. The pain came again, sharp and cold. But it was for John.
John smiled at him. “That’s better.” He placed a finger on each of Ianto’s two cuts and rubbed the blood over his skin. Ianto winced but didn’t try to pull away.
“That’s a good boy.” He took the knife out of Ianto’s hand. “Now, lie down on your front.”
Ianto did as he was told. John reached out to him, ran a hand down his spine and came to rest on his buttocks. He stroked them for a moment, then pressed the knife to one side. Ianto closed his eyes and focused on the warm bubble around him. He trusted John. John was doing this because he cared about him. He was doing this to keep him safe.
There was pain, sharp pain as John cut him twice, once on each buttock. Then John was stepping back and placing something on Ianto’s bedside table.
“I’ve got to go now. But I’ll be back to see you soon.”
Ianto felt like he was floating. He reached out for John. “My guardian angel.”
John touched his head. “That’s right. I’m your angel and Jack is from the devil. Now be a good boy. Put that cream on your cuts later. I don’t want my pretty boy having scars.”
John chuckled. “Good boy.”
Ianto listened to him leave but stayed lying there for a while, enjoying the floating feeling. He didn’t know how long it was before he remembered John’s orders.
He sat up, his head swimming and reached blindly for the cream. He rubbed into each of his cuts and they tingled. Feeling wobbly, he struggled to his feet and staggered over to the mirror. He peered into it and watched his cuts fade and disappear. He smiled. Just like John had promised. He was his guardian angel and he would look after him.