Slashthedrabble Challenge 602 - Giving in

[m_findlow]

Title: Giving in
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 602 - Surrender at slashthedrabble
Summary: Ianto is caught between a rock and a hard place having to serve Jack's every need.


Ianto paused at the doorway, leaving his hand on the knob and very slowly opening it just an inch. He leaned forward and peered out through the narrow gap. The hub looked just the same as always, that drab grey metal and concrete rabbit warren, evidencing decades of haphazard planning and additions to the Earth's foremost defence against things that came through the rift.

Still, everything out there appeared quiet. Tosh had her back to him as she worked at her desk. He could just barely hear the murmuring of Owen, dictating his autopsy findings into a recorder. Importantly, Jack was nowhere to be seen. Ianto breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out.

He was making his way across the hub's network of metal gangways past the rift machine when something dived out at him.

'Ah ha!' Jack cried, grabbing Ianto and wrapping his arms tightly around his hips. I found you.

'So you did,' Ianto said, groaning internally that he hadn't been more vigilant. To be fair, he hadn't expected Jack to be hiding, lying in wait for Ianto. He was like an apex predator and Ianto was at the bottom of Jack's food chain. Or the top, depending on how you looked at it. Probably best he didn't say that. Jack already had a look in his eyes that said the only thing on the menu right now was Ianto.

'I need you.'

'You want me.' Ianto said, trying to extract himself. 'There's a difference.'

'My office,' he growled in Ianto's ear. 'I'll give you two minutes.'

Owen took the opportunity to pop his head up and grin at Ianto. The bastard was enjoying this. 'You know it'd go a lot easier for you if you just surrendered and gave him what he wanted,' Owen said.

'No.' Ianto was firm on this. 'He does not get to use exposure to alien pollen as an excuse for needing a shag ten times a day for the next week.'

'I am slightly curious, in the medical research sense, to know what the effects are of denying a fifty-first century immortal human sexual gratification resulting from a drug induced state of need. Does it wither and die or does it simply become more voracious to the point where it becomes a danger to others?'

'I'll become dangerous to others if you don't sort out something to reduce the strength of its effects. There's only so much a twenty-first century human body can handle.'

'Ianto! Get in here! I've got an agenda as long as my arm and it isn't getting any shorter!'

'What chance there's anything on that list that doesn't end with me undressed?'

Owen smirked. 'Is that usually how you sign off overdue reports?'

'Sadly no.' He sighed. 'Don't suppose you've got enough samples of that pollen left to dose me, have you? I suspect this would be a lot easier if I no longer had a choice in the matter.'

'And have you enjoy it? Fat chance.'