FIC: Non-Con (Torchwood 1/1)

[dru_evilista]

Title: Non-Con
Author: dru_evilista quaili
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Owen/Ianto
Prompt: 7. non-con
Word Count: 4161
Rating: M
Disclaimer: We do not own Torchwood of any of it's characters
Author's Notes: Part Non-con, part hurt/comfort, part vanilla jerking off.


Jack, Owen and Ianto were alone in the hub 'working' . Ianto used mental finger quotes because Owen was playing video games, Jack was looking at porn, and even he was goofing off, timing the espresso machine and tweaking the mechanics for the perfect brew. Being that the rift was unusually quiet lately, and it was a nice day, Gwen and Tosh has gone on a lunch run, and weren't expected back for some time. Gwen had hinted at dragging Tosh off to look for wedding things, much to Tosh's horror. Which left the menfolk to goof off until they came back.

Ianto sauntered over to Jack and Owen and wedged himself between his two lovers and their respective screens. He offered them a sample of perfectly timed espresso. "You know what would be fun?"

Owen snorted and propped his feet on the desk. "Our idea of fun, or your idea of fun? Because frankly I don't think I'm up to the orgasmic pleasure of filing."

"I was thinking more along the lines of being raped by the two of you."

Jack choked on his coffee and nearly did a spit take, and Owen's chair tilted the rest of the way back, spilling him on the concrete floor.

Ianto waited patiently for them to stop gasping for air.

"You- what?! Do you have a concussion? Do I have a concussion?!" Owen demanded, still sitting on the floor, rubbing the back of his head.

"Not really raping me, you know, role play. Safe words, consenting non-consent and all that."

Jack blinked up at Ianto. "....everytime I think I'm starting to get a handle on you 21st century people...."

Ianto shrugged. "I've been thinking since that other night when Owen and you pounced me after the we caught that weevil, and slammed me against the tree. It'd be fun. Some role playing. You love role playing." he insisted, crossing his arms, looking at his gaping lovers.

"You- you're serious about this? Not one of your weird Welsh jokes?" Jack asked.

"Yes I'm serious. I looked it up on the internet. We agree to some things, talk about our limits, the scene, safe words and all that, then...err rape time!"

Owen's eyebrow climbed. "Rape time?"

Ianto met his gaze. "We can call it 'happy fun rape time' if that would make you more comfortable."

Owen opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. "You have a safeword?"

"Not yet, that's one of the things we decide."

Jack tilted his head studying Ianto, as if trying to decide if he was mentally all there, and serious about this. After a minute he grinned. "I'm in! Can't say no to some good kinky sex!"

Owen shook his head and rubbed his face, pushing him self up off the floor and righting his chair so he could plop down into it. "I can not believe we're talking about this..."

Jack leaned over Owen, nipping at his throat. "You know you love a good game. Teacher and the naughty student, Doctor and poor unsuspecting patient, that one time with the saddle..."

Ianto gave Jack a startled look. "I don't remember a saddle!"

Owen snorted a laugh. "Oh alright. We'll do this, but if it all goes tits up, I'm saying I told you so!"

"Fair enough." Ianto said, smiling to himself and discreetly clicking his stopwatch. 6 minutes and 37 seconds. Better than his estimate. It did help to have Jack on his side.

---

About half an hour of talking, negotiating, and googleing later, and they were ready. Well, Jack and Ianto were ready. Owen was still skeptical of the whole thing.

They'd decided on the old shower room as a location, due to the lack of CCTV cameras, and had moved there. Besides that, the old brick and crumbling mortar made a good "darkened alleyway" in a pinch. Ianto looked away from the wall and listened to Owen, giving him a last lecture before they got started.

"Ok, for the last time, you remember your safe word right? You're sure you want to go through with this? Not too late to back out and have some nice vanilla, tied to the bed with silk ties, sex?"

"My safe word is macchiato, and yes I'm sure I want to go though with this. Owen stop worrying. You love roleplay. Everything will be fine, we'll all have some perverted fun, and then I'll let you pet and coddle and fuss all you want."

"Oi! I do not fuss!" Owen argued. "I just don't want to pay for your therapy because of this."

Jack pulled Ianto, then Owen, into a quick kiss then grinned broadly. "Ok! Everybody get into your character, its fun time!"

Owen muttered but dutifully stomped after Jack as they separated. Ianto moved a few yards away, moving him self into the act of walking down a dark street, alone, at night. He could see the dim light from the few street lights glinting off the rain water on the ground. Idle plans to fix the leaky pipe were swept away. He felt a chill, and stab of nervousness and wrapped his arms around him self, glancing around him as he walked.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we've got here. Pretty little thing, all alone, no one around..." Jack said casually as he prowled up, eyes dark, looking Ianto up and down.

Ianto's eyes widened and he spun to face him. "I- Uh hello. Um lovely night for a walk isn't it?"

"Oh yeah. Just gorgeous, isn't it, mate?" Owen voice was a low gravelly rumble, a smirk on his face as he leered even more obviously than Jack.

Ianto gulped eyes darting around as if looking for help, as he inched backwards away from the other two men. "Uh yes, quite! So, what are you two doing out so late? On your way home, right?"

"I'd say a better question is what's a pretty thing like you doing in this part of town, all by your lonesome..." Jack moved closer, muscles tightly coiled, flexing under his skin tight black tee shirt, which was riding up slightly showing a hint of stomach above his jeans. He reached out fingering Ianto's tie (second hand, ruined by weevil slobber, but still suitable for play.) Jack gave it a light, sharp tug before letting it go.

Ianto's breath was coming in quick, short gasps, as he backed right into a wall. "I- I took a wrong turn. Was trying to take a short cut home from my mates flat, and got turned around." He glanced down at his watch. "Oh wow, is that the time? I really should be going! So wonderful having this little chat with you gentlemen! Maybe I'll see you around some time!" Ianto put on a bright smile as he tried to edge around them, reaching into his pocket for his mobile.

Owen caught him by the arm, shoving him back against the wall and pinning him there. "Not so fast. Why don't you stick around a while. I'm sure we could find something fun to do with you. You got a pretty mouth on you. Can't wait to try it."

Ianto made a choked squeaking noise. "What?!"

"Oh yes. That is one luscious mouth on him. And look at those pretty, scared little eyes of his." Jack was smiling politely, a mad sparkle in his grin. He relieved Ianto of his mobile and threw it away. The keys followed, and Ianto's wallet was squirreled away in Jack's leather coat. "Looks like he's gonna cry! Gonna cry for us, pretty boy? I bet you even cry prettily." Jack crooned, running a finger down Ianto's cheek, and across his chest.

Ianto's heart stuttered, then went into overdrive, and he gasped for breath even more. "Look, I don't have that much money on me, but can have it! You can have it all! Just let me go, I don't want any trouble, I won't tell anyone!"

"We already have your money. We want that pretty little arse of yours. And we're gonna take it, whether you like it or not." Owen growled in his ear, pulling a large switchblade, making Ianto whimper. Owen smirked, seeming to get as much enjoyment out of Ianto's fear, as anything sexual, then used the knife to slit Ianto's shirt. He ripped it off with a sharp yank.

Ianto let out a frightened yell, and Jack shoved a hand against his chest to hold him in place, as Owen started cutting his trousers. "Aww the frightened little lamb, his heart's beating like a hummingbird. Poor thing might drop dead before we can even have any fun. We don't want that, do we?" Jack purred leaning in close, running a tongue over Ianto's throat, nipping down on the frantic pulse there. "If you're a good boy we won't hurt you. You can be good can't you?"

Ianto nodded franticly. "I'll be good! I swear! Don't hurt me, please!"

Owen stood back up, wrapping the remains of Ianto's trousers around his hands. "Yeah. You're a good little boy. Suck us nice and good, and bend over and take it, like the good little bitch you are. Might even let you come if you're performance is good enough."

Ianto eyes darted from one to the other, then down to the switchblade in Owen's hands. "Y-Yes, whatever you wants, just please don't...please!"

"Shh, shh..." Jack spun him around, holding him in place while Owen pulled the cut shirt all the way off and grabbed Ianto's hands, tying them together behind his back. Jack spun him back around and pushed him down to the wet ground. "You know what to do with that pretty mouth don'tcha? No teeth, or we'll be forced to hurt you. And you don't want that, right?"

Ianto whimpered, shivering and shaking his head no. Owen unbuckled his jeans, pulling out his cock and stroking it almost casually. Jack snickered as Ianto's eyes widened. "I guess he gets to go first."

"No." Ianto whispered shrinking back against the wall. "It's too big."

"Ooh, You sure know how to make a man feel special, love." Owen handed his knife to Jack, and took a handful of Ianto's hair.

Ianto struggled until he saw Jack step closer, the blade glinting as he twirled it. He let Owen grab him and push into his open mouth. He tried to relax as Owen started to thrust, fucking his mouth.

Jack stroked his shoulder, leaning down to whisper in a sultry purr. "Thataboy. You know what you're doing don't you? I bet you do this all the time. Pretty little thing like you, I bet the guys can't get you off your knees. You love to suck cock don't you?" Ianto closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks burn at Jack's words. He breathed through his nose carefully, curling his tongue around the cock invading his mouth.

Owen pulled out with a pop and pushed Ianto towards Jack. "You gotta try him. Sweet, wet little mouth he's got on 'im."

Jack grinned and pulled his cock out and waved it in front of Ianto's face. "You're just drooling for it aren't you? You want it. You want to suck my cock don't you? Say it. Say you want it!"

Ianto gulped, nearly choking. He shook his head. "I can't. Please-"

Jack's hand tightened around the blade.

Ianto's eyes cut to it, and then back to the ground. He swallowed hard and whispered. "I- I want it."

"You want what pretty? Say it. Let me here you say it!"

"I want... I want to suck your cock...sir?"

Jack shivered. "Oh fuck yes!" He pushed into Ianto's mouth, holding his head in place with a firm hand griping his hair and started to fuck his hot, wet, mouth. Ianto kept his mouth slack, letting Jack control every movement.

After a few minutes Jack pulled out. "Christ he is good. help me get him up. I wanna fuck him. I bet that ass is even sweeter then his mouth."

Owen grumbled, and Jack laughed. "Don't give that look, you got him first last time. I'll leave enough for you to have fun with."

Ianto tensed, and as soon as his feet were on the ground, he shoved his shoulder into Owen, knocking him over as he bolted. (The floor was a bit more slippery then he had thought for.) If he could get away, he could find help. Get to a house, or a better part of town and find someone to help him.

Ianto ran full out like the devil was on his heels, but he was crippled by his arms still being tied behind him, and Jack and Owen were starting to catch up to him. With a final burst of speed Jack snagged him.

"Oooh you naughty, naughty little boy! We're gonna have to punish you for that!" Jack growled, breath ragged. He pushed Ianto against a wall, claiming him with a fierce kiss.

Ianto struggled and slipped out of Jack's grasp.

Jack reached out and yanked Ianto backwards sharply.

It all happened in slow motion for Ianto. His foot landed in a puddle of water and he slid. Instinctively, Jack tightened his hold on Ianto's arm, trying to stop the fall. His shoulder twisted and made a horrifying grinding pop, and jack let go as Ianto continued to tumble towards the floor. His head cracked against the wet brick.

Owen skidded to a stop nearly falling on top of them. He'd been only a few seconds behind them, and he'd seen everything happen. "What just happened?! Ianto? Are you ok? Oh shit! Fuck! Look at your shoulder!" He dropped down next to Ianto, snapping from his roleplay, into doctor mode, as he started to assess Ianto's injuries.

Jack looked shell shocked, then cursed viciously dropping down next to them. "Oh god Ianto, I'm sorry! That looks horrible."

Ianto slowly cracked open a eye and very softly whispered, "Macchiato." he tried for a reassuring grin, but it came out as a grimace.

"No fucking kidding! Red! Neon, bloody, fucking RED! We're all fucking safewording over a fucking dislocated shoulder!" Owen yelled. "Jack turn him over."

Jack slid his hands under Ianto's back, rolling him slightly on his good shoulder.

Owen used his knife to slice though the shirt tying Ianto's hands together behind his back, holding the injured arm still.

"It's not that bad...I don't think." Ianto breathed shallowly, then winced. "...ok, yes maybe it is. Can I have some drugs now, please?"

"Jack, help me get him to the autopsy bay." Owen ordered moving to help Ianto sit up, swearing as his fingers tangled in Ianto's bloody hair.

Jack nodded sharply and picked Ianto up, arm wrapped around his waist to keep him upright and on his feet. "Come on sweetheart. Owen'll have you nicely drugged up in a few minutes."

Jack and Owen moved quickly, but carefully getting Ianto upstairs so Owen could patch him up. Ianto's eyes were closed tightly by the time they reached the workstations, just in time to greet Tosh and Gwen, stepping through the cog door with lunch. They stopped in their tracks, staring at their naked coworker, usually hidden by a tie and suit jacket. Gwen's eyes widened as she saw the state of Ianto's shoulder.

"Ianto?! Jack, Owen, what happened?!"

"We were raping me, and I fell down." Ianto declared simply, leaning into Jack's side.

Instantly Gwen and Tosh's guns were pulled and pointed at the three men. "Put him down. Carefully!" Gwen ordered. "And step away slowly. Tosh, get the scanners. I want to know what they are. Impostors, or if they possessed the real Jack and Owen."

Owen sighed and rolled his eyes. "Ianto is a moron, and more than likely has a concussion. He talked us into playing a sex game. Remind me to shoot him the next time he comes up with this kinda idea, yeah? Now move so we can get his stupid Welsh arse down to the autopsy bay so I can pop his shoulder back in before the swelling starts."

Tosh jogged off to her desk and started to type rapidly.

"Oh for fucks sake! Just check the god damned CCTV, we were sitting right at the desks when Ianto was making me fall on my fucking head, convincing us to do this!" Owen barked.

Ianto blinked, and then scowled.

"Gwen, you can clearly see Ianto's hurt. He needs medical attention. Even if we're not who we say we are, he still needs help." Jack coaxed calmly.

Gwen kept the gun unwaivering on them. "Tosh?"

Tosh returned to Gwen side blushing. "I uh..I checked the CCTV. Owen's telling the truth, there's a whole conversation where Ianto was convincing them to role play."

Ianto groaned and hid his face in Jack's neck.

Tosh coughed. "And all scans say they're Jack,Owen and Ianto."

Gwen slowly lowered the gun, but kept it in her hand stepping back, letting Owen and Jack pass her, heading to the autopsy bay with Ianto.

"Oweeen, my shoulder huuurts!" Ianto whined as Jack eased him up onto the table.

"Shush, luv. It's gonna hurt a lot more in a second." Owen told him as he grabbed a scanner and quickly ran it over Ianto. "Concussion and dislocated shoulder."

Owen exchanged a quick look with Jack, nodded and grabbed Ianto's arm, at the same time Jack held into the rest of him, and yanked sharply.

Ianto howled briefly as his shoulder snapped back into place with a loud pop. He looked up at Owen with large, betrayed, slightly unfocused, eyes.

"There we go, all better!" Owen told him cheerfully as he jabbed Ianto with a needle of painkillers. "Just sit still a minute longer while I run another scan. Gwen! Go grab some scrubs or something for Ianto!"

"You- um. You're both still..." Tosh turned even more red as she gestured vaguely, to Jack and Owen's crotches.

Jack didn't seem all that bothered but tucked him self back in, and zipped up, while Owen looked annoyed and quickly turned his back to his coworkers. He shoved him self back into his jeans before going back to scanning Ianto.

"Looks like the shoulder, and a concussion is all he got. I fucking swear he's being cut off. Man is living like a monk from now on!"

Ianto made a noise of objection. "It was fun up until I fell!"

"Ianto Jones, you are a sick, sick, sick man. I need a drink. A large one." Owen muttered rubbing his eyes.

Ianto gave him a look. "You were having fun. The large cock in my mouth proved as much!"

"Don't try to sweet talk me. And why did you run?!"

"I was in character!"

Jack stepped back from the table and jogged up the steps, taking the scrubs from Gwen's lax hands. "Thanks Gwen. Why don't you and Tosh go have lunch in the conference room. We'll be along when we're done here." Jack ordered, gently herding the two woman away from the autopsy bay. He waited until he saw they were on their way, then went back down, handing the scrubs to Ianto. "Come on, get dressed, we'll eat some lunch then let you take a little nap or something."

Ianto stared blanking at them for a minute. "Can't we finish having sex first?"

"Ianto!"

"What? No one got off before things ended badly..."

"You're shoulder was dislocated, and you have a concussion. You are not having sex!" Owen snapped, while yanking the scrubs out of Ianto's hands and started dressing him like a small child.

Jack kissed Ianto on the forehead. "He's just worried. Maybe later when you're feeling better. ...uh or not." he finished as Owen gave him a death glare.

Ianto sulked as Owen finished dressing him, and started to strap his arm into place to keep him from moving it. "I want sex."

"You're acting like a 5 year old, so no. No sex, until your brain, at the very least, is healed."

"...you two have sex and I'll watch."

"...bloody, bloody pervert..." Owen mumbled adjusting a strap.

Ianto nudged Owen towards Jack. "Come on, hurry up. The girls are waiting for us to have lunch." he told him with a grin.

"Ianto Jones, I knew there was a reason I loved you." Jack purred, then pulled Owen in close, silencing his objections with a deep kiss.

Ianto hummed happily and settled back to watch, sliding his free hand down the front of his scrub bottoms.

Jack pushed Owen against the counter, peeling his coat off, tossing it aside, as he went to work on Owen's jeans.

Owen groaned and quickly yanked Jack's jeans open, pulling him out and wrapping a hand around his cock, jerking him off as they kissed. Jack returned the favor.

It was quick and sloppy and soon they felt their orgasms building, and their movements became more jerky and frantic. Finally they climaxed one after the other, Owen first, then Jack, and then, discreetly, Ianto.

Jack and Owen clung to each other panting, while Ianto sprawled on the autopsy table feeling smug and content. ...at least until he leaned over and threw up all over the floor.

Owen sighed and carefully went over to Ianto rubbing circles on his back. "I told you no sex. That includes wanking. Why doesn't anyone ever listen to the doctor?"

Ianto groaned. "Yes, yes. You're always right, everyone else is always wrong, get me some drugs already!"

"I gave you drugs, and you'd be fine if you'd have listened..." Owen grumbled while he stepped around the mess to get Ianto a mild anti-emetic.

Jack tossed some towels down on the puke and stroked Ianto's hair. "Poor thing. We should get you to bed."

"Not right now, Jack, I don't feel good."

Owen rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist at Jack. "Get him to one of the spare rooms downstairs. I'll clean up in here and get our food and meet you down there. Keep him out of trouble."

Jack pulled Owen into a quick kiss. "You're too good to us." he said teasingly.

"You'd better fucking believe it. I'd better be getting so much sex later..."

"Won't be able to walk for days." Jack promised, scooping Ianto up his arms, despite the other mans protest, and carrying him off.

Owen cleaned up quickly, then headed for the conference room.

"Owen? Where's Jack and Ianto?" Gwen questioned, looking up from her take away as Owen entered the room.

"Jack's putting Ianto down for a nap, downstairs. He's feeling a bit under the weather, I'm just going to take our lunch down there. Ta!" Owen snatched the food off the table, and was gone as suddenly as he had appeared, before either of the women could get any any potentially embarrassing questions.

Owen stopped off to grab a couple of bottles of water, and the package of biscuits Ianto thought he had hidden well, before joining his lovers in Torchwood's laughable excuse for guest rooms.

Jack was curled around Ianto on a blow up air bed. Jacks fingers gently carded though Ianto's hair, whispering in his ear. Ianto was snuggled into the bed, hogging all of the pillows already.

Owen resisted a urge to hurl from the cuteness over load and kicked the edge of bed, shaking the food bag temptingly. "Lunch is on, kiddies."

Jack grinned up at Owen, as if reading his mind, and helped prop Ianto up on his pile of pillows. "Lunch in bed. Service fit for a king!" Jack waggled his eyebrows while Owen pulled out the food and set it out on the bed between them. "Want me to hand feed you? " Jack offered. "Naked? off my body?"

"Jack do you want me to stab you? Do not make him throw up again!" Owen ordered hitting Jack on the arm. He handed Ianto his carton of chicken, and a fork. "Leave the man to eat in peace."

"It's fine Owen. He's just being...Jack." Ianto murmured, tentatively taking a small bite of rice and waiting a minute to see if his stomach objected.

Jack mock pouted, while he started eating his own meal. "So no sex then..."

"I'm putting a Chasity belt on you." Owen threatened around a mouth full of sweet and sour pork.

"Ooooh kinky!"

"Is there anything that doesn't turn you on?"

"One or two things maybe. Not many." Jack said playfully.

Ianto leaned against Jack, tangling his legs in Owen's and closed his eyes, letting Jack and Owen's bickering wash over him, as the throbbing in his skull started to lighten. Ok so it hadn't gone perfectly, but it's still been fun. He could wait to tell them about his next role playing idea. Maybe Owen would be more receptive to having Jack as a slave boy.

The End.

Comments

[echo-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Love it! Poor Ianto, didn't get to finish his fantasy and ended up with a concussion and dislocated shoulder instead. :)

[dru_evilista]

Owen insists it's his own fault, for being weird. :D Thanks, glad you liked it!

[shadynaiad.livejournal.com]

"Yes I'm serious. I looked it up on the internet. We agree to some things, talk about our limits, the scene, safe words and all that, then...err rape time!"

Owen's eyebrow climbed. "Rape time?"

Ianto met his gaze. "We can call it 'happy fun rape time' if that would make you more comfortable."

Okay, I about died laughing right there. Oh, Ianto-gotta love a man who does research about his kinky sex.
This was fabulous!

[dru_evilista]

Heee, research is very important before springing any sexual adventures on you boyfriends!