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Part 1 if you missed it.
They spent time together until Jack grew restless – wanted something else – someone else – despite his concerns about Ianto – Ianto’s suicide attempts – Ianto’s withdrawal from him – his morose moods – Jack drifted and did not spend time with his lover – he needed something else at that moment – bored – Ianto unable to fill his thoughts now.
Ianto slept badly. He believed that Jack would leave soon – wanted to be in Jack’s bed – but Jack had tired of him once again – he found himself alone – not even sex focusing Jack's attention on him now.
One evening Ianto went out for a drink and sat alone to think. Things were still not perfect between him and Jack – but then they never had been – probably never would be – Jack’s attention on seeking a new lover. He tried to spend time with his lover – but Jack ignored him – Jack’s visits to the Archives infrequent – no more harassment – comments about how gorgeous he was – the hand that caressed his stopped – he was ignored each time he delivered Jack’s coffee.
He still had the feeling something was going to happen to him. But Jack was out that evening finding entertainment of his own and he did not feel like spending his night in the Archives. He once again grew morose – wanted to bury himself in something – that evening choose to go out and drink – he wanted to get pissed – forget what was wrong in his life.
Ianto groaned softly when he saw Marc walking over to him. He still felt bad about what happened at his flat – was embarrassed. Marc asked if he could join him … Ianto not wanting to appear rude said yes. The two talked for a while, Marc offered to get him a drink. Ianto shrugged and accepted, thanked him. Marc got up and purchased two beers and slipped something in Ianto’s. Ianto sipped his beer, by the time he finished he was feeling dizzy; Marc watching him closely. Ianto tried to stand up and fell back. Marc offered to take him home at that point. Ianto frowned, he could not say where the Hub was, so he told Marc the address to his flat, passing out then.
When Ianto woke up, he did not find himself in his own flat, but someplace else. His clothing had been removed and his hands tied above his head, his feet barely touching the ground. He struggled and found the ropes tied very tightly.
He heard a chuckle and jumped, Marc saying it was about time he had woken up. Ianto asked why he was there … soon told that Marc wanted to finish what they had started the night they met, before Ianto called out another’s name and ran out of his flat.
Marc stood, walked over to him, said he thought he had chosen well that evening, with how lonely Ianto looked and thought he would succumb to his caresses as the evening continued. He was angry at how the evening did progress. Ianto left, himself frustrated, unable to fuck someone. But he was very happy to run into Ianto again last evening. He ran his hand down Ianto’s body, finally saying he liked what he saw.
Ianto said to let him go, heard Marc laugh and say he would be going nowhere for quite a while. Ianto struggled again; but found the ropes biting into his flesh. He shuddered as he felt Marc’s tongue licking him, his hands running along his body, his mouth against a nipple, Ianto groaned as he bit it hard – trying to pull away. He undressed, said he would now get what he had wanted then. Ianto tried to pull away when he felt Marc behind him, screaming out again as he felt his cock thrust into him. Marc told him that he enjoyed his struggles, they pleased him, fucking Ianto harder. Ianto continued to scream as his cock thrust into him and Marc’s teeth bit him, relieved when he felt the man’s orgasm, hoping this was over and he could leave.
Marc kneeled in front Ianto, his tongue running along a thigh to Ianto’s cock. Ianto ignored what he was doing, when he began to suck. Told that if he did not give Marc what he wanted, he would create a lot of pain for him. Ianto shuddered, let his cock become hard. Marc’s mouth took it in again, biting down on the head, hard enough to hurt but not break the skin. He twisted Ianto’s balls hard and he cried out in pain. Marc tormented him – biting his cock and balls – sucking hard – stroking with his nails against the skin – giving mostly pain – Ianto finally climaxing down his throat – Ianto trembled. Marc bit along his thighs after – standing after sometime had passed.
Marc then continued to torture him. Said it was Ianto’s fault that this was happening. If he had stayed that night he would have been a lot gentler – though not by that much – but Ianto may have left alive after – if he had been satisfied. Ianto passed out as he was hit over and over again by a crop, the beating continued. He hit Ianto in areas that he knew would bring the other man agony for a while. Marc looked over the bite marks and welts he found on Ianto’s body, felt happier now, waited for Ianto to regain consciousness. His tongue traced some of the welts, felt Ianto shudder, caressed him for a while. He heard the other man groan. He went to get more rope, binding his cock and scrotum. Ianto would not find any release while he used him after this – he had no more interest in the other man’s cock – only in giving him pain. He soon fucked him again, Ianto’s struggles enticing him, his cock thrusting sharply into the other man, Ianto again screaming. Once he came, he let Ianto have some water to drink, said he would be back later.
He took a couple of photos on his mobile – he wanted to gaze at Ianto while at work – admire what he had done.
He gathered up Ianto’s belongings, dumped them miles away from where he had him, just in case his lover came looking for him.
He went to work for the day, thought about Ianto, on occasion pulled out his mobile and looked at the young man, his cock hard each time, trying to figure out what to do to him later that evening.
Ianto continued to struggle against the ropes. But found that the man knew what he was doing and he could not loosen them at all. He thought back to his talk with Jack after he had left Marc’s flat, Jack told him to be careful – psychopaths managed to slip through the rift or had been here all along. He groaned and realized again that Jack was right. He wished that Jack had spent the night with him or that he had never gone out. That he had remained in the Archives like he normally would in the evening. Ianto had been feeling remorse for what he had done that evening; though getting assaulted seemed a little extreme for a punishment for calling out his lover’s name and leaving embarrassed.
Jack kept an eye on the Archives and wondered where Ianto was. It was not like him not to call if he was going to miss work, become unreachable, and he was getting worried about him. He called his mobile several times, no answer. When evening arrived, he went to Ianto’s flat to see if he was there, breaking in with a little help from a toy that had fallen through the rift. He was surprised to find his flat empty, wondered if Ianto had planned to move. He had never mentioned anything about it. He looked through his flat carefully – did not find him there. After Ianto’s thoughts on committing suicide lately, he grew even more frantic to find him.
He traced his mobile … found it had been thrown away, along with his clothing from the other day. He now wondered if Ianto had decided to follow through on his wish to die – he had threatened to find another way that evening. He went back to Torchwood, looked through CCTV coverage to see if he could find Ianto at all. He saw him leave the Hub the previous evening and head to a pub. He saw that he left with someone else, not walking to well and looked thoroughly pissed, passing out on the way. He followed their progress until both disappeared.
He left the Hub and went to the area he had last seen them in on the feed. Looking around there were quite a few warehouses. He started searching each of them.
Ianto began to tremble when Marc returned. He wondered what he was going to do to him now. His body ached and he was in pain from the beating inflicted by the man. He watched as Marc undressed again and was asked if he missed him. Ianto told him no and heard a chuckle. He shuddered as he felt Marc behind him, felt Marc’s cock thrust against his arse, sliding along the crack, shifted so it slid against his balls. Moved to the front of Ianto and grabbed his legs and told Ianto to put them around his waist, Ianto cried out as Marc’s cock was thrust into him suddenly. He felt his teeth bite along his shoulders and neck, Marc’s nails digging into him, heard him say that he had missed Ianto. That he had tried to think of something special for them to do that evening.
He was told to keep trembling, that he enjoyed it when Ianto did that, when he tried to pull away. He continued to fuck Ianto, biting him again. Once Marc came, he walked back to his clothing, pulled a length of rope and a knife out of his brief case. First he bound his thighs and feet together. Marc grabbed the knife again. Ianto started to tremble harder as he placed the blade flat against his skin. Marc smiled at him, not cutting yet, moving the blade along his body. Ianto shook violently as he ran it along his bound cock and screamed as he was cut across the hip. Marc’s hand caressed his flesh softly for a while, followed by a cut. He made sure he did it on areas that would not bleed too much, wanting the torture he was imposing to last. He walked behind Ianto then, cutting diagonally down his back. Ianto felt his hand tracing the scar he already had and closed his eyes – shuddered.
Marc asked about it, cutting deeper into his flesh when he refused to answer – Ianto told him how it happened – not wanting to be cut again. He ran the handle of the knife along his arse, felt Ianto’s tremble. He asked Ianto then if he would prefer his cock to fuck him or the knife.
Ianto was growing sick as Marc continued to cut him, screaming out several times in pain. He shuddered when he felt the handle of the knife at his hole, then he was asked if he wanted to be fucked with the knife. Ianto told him he preferred his cock if he had to choose. He screamed again as he felt the handle enter him, afraid that he would turn the knife and fuck him with the blade. He was told to relax, felt Marc’s tongue run along his back. He shuddered, wished he was unconscious right now. He sighed in relief when he felt the handle of the knife removed from his body, screaming as he was cut several times on his arse and back.
Marc’s cock was then thrust into him, his arms coming around Ianto’s body, the knife blade against his flesh once more. Ianto continued to scream as he was cut and fucked. He hoped Marc would be leaving soon, pain now twisted his body that was worse from the previous day and he longed to sleep, to be unconscious. Marc’s hand moved to his cock and twisted it hard, Ianto screamed out again. He felt Marc pull away from him after he came.
Ianto again wished he was back at the Hub. That he had never left. Marc walked around him again and looked him in the eye. Ianto tried to look away. He groaned in pain as his cock was grabbed again, screaming as it was twisted violently once more. He asked Marc why he was doing this … heard Marc say he was punishing him for his rejection that evening. While his cock was being jerked and twisted, Marc’s tongue moved along some of the cuts, Ianto shuddered.
Marc then gave him something to drink and walked away for a while. He came back with a pail filled with water, threw it on Ianto. Ianto screamed again as the hot water hit him, followed again with his back. Marc smiled saying he looked a little better now, some of the blood cleaned up.
Ianto tried to pull away when he was told to kiss him. His hair gripped tightly then, Ianto submitted to the kiss. He felt Marc’s body pressed against his, groaning as he felt the other man’s cock was hard again. As he was kissed, Marc thrust his cock between his thighs, above where he had tied them together, and moaned into the kiss. He thought that felt good and would have to remember it for the next victim. Before Marc left for the evening he was fucked one more time and then beaten as he had been the night before. Ianto passed out, his arms aching and every inch of his body in pain as he came to. Not aware that Marc had licked and bit his body after until he felt the pain from the bites.
He tried to move his arms to get some circulation back into them when he regained consciousness.
He screamed out for Jack several times, wished he was nearby, that he had done well on the psychic test and could contact him through his mind. He tried to sleep as best he could, that not being too easy with his hands still tied above his head and he was standing on his toes. He woke with his shoulders aching from bearing the weight of his body.
Jack grew more frustrated as he searched each warehouse. He could not find Ianto. He called out for him, not hearing an answer either. It was now daylight and people were showing up for work so Jack left. He tried to concentrate on work, but his thoughts went to Ianto instead. He hoped that he was alright and was not either dead at his own hand or injured somewhere. He had no idea who the man was that helped Ianto as he left the pub pissed or what happened to him later that evening. Nor why they would end up in this area.
Ianto woke up and shifted his weight. He was no longer able to feel his arms, the circulation to them cut off. He legs were tired from standing for so long. He had no idea how long he slept or what time it was. He would be able to tell it was evening once Marc arrived again to torture him. He was both hungry and thirsty now, longed for a shower and his bed, Jack’s arms to hold him tightly, for this nightmare to be over. He did not see how Jack enjoyed going out and looking for sex – he always seemed to find the psycho’s.
Ianto felt momentary relief when Marc returned, that he had not been forgotten here. But now a new round of torture would begin. He saw Marc undress and began to tremble.
Marc walked over to him, caressed his body softly, looking at all the wounds that he had made. He hoped Ianto was enjoying them as much as did inflicting each. He tried to think about what he wanted to do first, thought that he would beat him. He brought something different this time to do it, but found it was hard to wield and stopped. He had thought the crop was boring, but it had raised all sorts of lovely welts all over Ianto’s body and he used it once again. He enjoyed listening to Ianto’s groans of pain. So he began to beat him with it and then switched to a few other treats, beating him more.
He then fucked him with his cock. Played a few breath games with him – Ianto passed out several times while he was strangled. He grew angry each time Ianto passed out, the pain inflicted each time he regained consciousness. Ianto tried to twist away from him as he inserted each and fucked him with other objects Marc had brought along, eventually screaming out in pain. Marc smiled, told Ianto he enjoyed his screams, he wanted them to continue. He tortured him almost until dawn and then left.
Jack had another unsatisfying evening of looking around, trying to find Ianto. He was surprised to see a man leaving who looked similar to the one who helped Ianto out, but had not seen where he had come from. He sighed softly to himself, headed back to the Hub, too many people around now to continue searching.
Ianto continued to tremble, his body aching, no part of his body was not in pain. He wanted Jack, the Hub, things he found comfort from. He had hardly slept since he was tied up here and wanted to. He felt he could sleep for days once he was allowed to leave. He had no idea why Marc was doing this to him. He had not seemed this way when they had talked or at his flat, capable of being abusive, psychotic. He had been gentle that night, understanding. He was glad to have left him that evening, wished he had never run into him again. He should have made his apologies and left the pub, never accepted a drink. He was tired of being fucked, tortured, and tied up – kept against his will. Ianto thought once he left that he never wanted to be touched again. He thought about Jack and Lisa, Myfanwy, Tosh, the Archives, coffee, and other things that had made him happy for a while.
After the work day ended, Jack went back to the area again where the two had disappeared. He was surprised to see the man on the CCTV feed there and followed him. But lost sight of him when he entered a warehouse and started to look around.
Marc smiled at Ianto and asked if he had been missed. He first gave Ianto a drink, told him not to drink it too quickly or he would get sick. Then gave him a kiss, said he had missed Ianto. He started to talk, told Ianto they would not be together much longer; he would be moving on to find someone new to play with. Ianto felt relief at that and hoped he would be able to leave then. But he began to tremble when he was told that he would not be leaving the warehouse alive. He picked the knife up, walked around Ianto and stroked his cock hard. As he thrust his cock in, he stabbed Ianto in the shoulder … Ianto screaming out in pain.
Ianto heard Marc say he would miss him, he had enjoyed playing with him, but he was now tired of him, bored. Ianto shuddered, but was soon screaming as the knife went into his shoulder. After wishing that he was dead several times recently, he now found he wanted to live. But he had no idea how to get out of this. Marc continued stab him several more times and fucked him while he was doing it. He saw that Marc was going to play with him before he was killed, since he had not hit any major arteries, the wounds not deep. Marc’s arm came around him with the knife and cut him across the stomach, Ianto’s screams still filling the room. His eyes began to glaze and he trembled. He heard Marc’s groan after his orgasm, hoped he would be allowed to live longer.
He shuddered at Marc’s tongue licked the blood, moved down his body, licked the head of his bound cock, the wound across his stomach. Then Marc stood up, a contemplative look on his face, said he was definitely bored now. Ianto began to tremble more violently, screaming again as he was stabbed; Marc told him then how many times he had stabbed others in the past; about the others he had done this to. Marc’s mouth moved to a nipple and sucked – the knife then slashed across it. Ianto did not like it when he walked behind him again, felt the knife cutting into his flesh. He shuddered as he felt Marc’s tongue flicking at his hole, penetrating him, his tongue thrusting in and out. He screamed again as he felt the blade cut his arse, then the cold tip against his anus. He tried to twist away.
Jack was growing more irritated. He wondered where the fuck the guy disappeared to. He came to a dead end then, but could hear screams now. He ran his hand along the wall, found the door that was hidden. He entered the room cautiously, a gun in his hand, the screams now louder. He saw someone tied up and another behind with a knife. It did not take him long to realize the one tied up was Ianto. He was naked, and covered in blood and bruises, cuts and stab wounds all over his body. Jack moved forward carefully, not wanting the second man to be aware he was there. When he heard Ianto scream louder and the scream continued, he rushed forward, shooting the man. Upon finding he was not yet dead, he shot him a couple more times.
Jack shuddered as he saw what the man had done to Ianto. He picked up the knife and cut him down; then carefully cut the rope that bound his cock and thighs. Ianto passed out and Jack held him close, kissed him, passed some of his life force to his lover, felt several of the wounds heal. He held Ianto tightly. When Ianto regained consciousness, Jack felt him trembling against his body, heard Ianto say he was relieved to see him; he had not wanted to die. Jack passed on more of his life force and healed more of Ianto’s body. Ianto returned the kiss this time, shifting so he was holding on tightly to Jack.
Jack asked if he was ready to leave yet, they would deal with the body later, Ianto told him yes. Jack took off his shirt, gave it to Ianto, he had not brought any clothes for him – Ianto’s clothes had been dumped days earlier. He stopped by the Hub quickly, asked Ianto to remain in the SUV, going to one of the areas he knew Ianto stashed some clothing and grabbed several things. Jack then grabbed something for himself. Headed back to the SUV and Ianto then; he put a hand against Ianto’s thigh, felt him tremble.
Since Jack’s bed at the Hub was small – same with Ianto’s – Ianto’s flat was now bare – he took him to a hotel. Once inside, Ianto went to take a long shower, sat beneath the hot water for a long time. He was relieved to see all the wounds on his body healed, he did not want more scars there, and was happy to still be alive. When he finished, he walked nude into the room and lay down next to Jack, held tightly in his arms.
He thanked Jack for finding him; he knew he would not be alive if he had not. Jack asked if he wanted to talk ... Ianto said later on, he wanted to be held right now. Jack shifted, still holding him tightly, giving him little kisses as he felt Ianto drift off to sleep. Jack wondered if he had been held like that and tortured for the last 4 days. He wished he had looked more carefully now. He shuddered as he remembered the damage the other man had inflicted on Ianto. He dozed off for now since he realized he may be awake most of the night if Ianto had nightmares.
If you are reading Enemies? I wrote this long before any of the noncon scenes there, a couple of months ago ack, just had not been sure when to put this chapter up, was thinking another part or 2, but has not worked out. This had been partly done along with the next part.
Since it has been a while since last section - Ianto met a bloke while out getting pissed - embarrassed that he called out Jack's name while they were playing with each other - he left - Marc pissed off - Ianto depressed and had thought about suicide - he and Jack not getting along - thinks something is going to happen to Jack - goes out to get pissed again and runs into Marc, who was a wee bit miffed about his leaving that evening.
