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Sat, 12 Jul 2008 21:39:32 GMT

Title: Safety Catch
Author: sistercarrion
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto/John Hart
Kink:Gun fetish
Prompt: Boys and their toys
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This was due on the 8th. I am hugely sorry for the delay, but illness had other plans than letting me fulfil a deadline. *Kicks damn Fibro*. Grr.. Thanks to everyone for being patient!

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“Why should I trust you?” Ianto all but growled at John, the flat of his palm hard against the ex-Time Agent's chest, stopping him from entering Jack's office

“Why shouldn't you? Frisk me if you don't believe me,” John replied, with a leer and a grin.

Behind John's back, Jack grinned, and raised his eyebrows over at Ianto, all but urging him to go on. Ianto smiled tightly back, and nodded curtly. “Right then, jacket off, hands behind your head, Captain Hart.”

John snorted a laugh. “Really? Oh Eye Candy, anything for you, baby,” he said mockingly, even as he complied. As he finally put his hands behind his head, he purred at Ianto, “All yours.”

He was that focused on winding Ianto up, he didn't even hear the sound of Jack's Webley being removed from it's holster, didn't even notice Jack move up quickly behind him. Too late he felt the gun's sight pressed into the base of his skull, and felt cold metal wrap around his wrists. He growled in frustration as he pulled tightly on the cuffs that now encircled them.

“Hey, hey, hey, what's this now?”

“What's up John? Thought you were up for a little 'frisking'?” Jack leant forward, speaking low into John's ear. John attempted to push his head back to head butt Jack, but Jack just pressed harder with the gun, stopping him from getting enough movement to do so. “Or did I get it wrong? Eh, John?”

John swallowed hard. “No,” he croaked out. “I mean no, you didn't get it wrong,” he said, slightly steadier, putting his hands back on his head, fingers laced tightly together.

“Forward. Into the office. Ianto, you may want to get yourself more comfortable. That chair of mine is free. Sir.” Both John and Ianto whipped round to stare at Jack for the use of the honorific. “Ahem. As you were, boys,” Jack leered. “Wouldn't want to have to hurt anyone now, would we?”

He punctuated his words with jabs to the back of John's head with his gun, taking in how white John's knuckles were as they laced over the back of John's skull. John groaned loudly, mostly in pleasure.

Ianto walked ahead of the two other men, taking off his jacket and hanging it up on the stand on route to the desk. Rolling up his sleeves, he slowly sank into Jack's chair, rubbing his lower lip, deep in thought.

“Right then.” Ianto said, aiming for casual, but the hands that moved to clamp firmly on each chair arm kind of gave away what he was really thinking. He coughed hard, and mentally shook himself down, forcibly pushing himself back in the chair.

“Right, Captain Harkness,” he said with some roughness to his tone. Low and authoritative. “What have we got here?” Completely getting into the role, and hoping the other two would play along. John and Jack both raised an eyebrow, mirrored half grins twitching at the corners of each man's mouth.

Jack shook his head, and recovered smoothly, fixing a poker face in place. “He was found trying to gain entrance without permission, Mr Jones, sir,” he all but barked out.

John snorted, grinned and muttered under his breath, “Never complained before, big boy.”

Ianto swallowed down a grin of his own in response to that. “Enough from you. On your knees.”

John raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Captain?”

“Yes sir. Understood.” Jack pressed harder with the gun to the back of John's head, pressing down firmly on John's shoulder, until he acquiesced and knelt.

“Now. Are you going to tell us if you have any concealed weaponry about your person?”

John burst into giggles. He couldn't help it. Ianto nodded curtly over at Jack, who soundly clipped John across the back of the head with his free hand.

“Hey, watch it,” John snarled.

Jack chuckled. “Behave then.”

“Shall we start again?” Ianto asked. “Captain Harkness, would you be so kind to check our captive over? I want to see just what we've got ourselves here.”

John started to mutter under his breath, something about prizes, but a sharp warning growl from Jack, and he quickly shut up. Jack slowly trailed the gun sight down the ridge of John's spine through his t-shirt. “Quite a good catch from what I can see,” he drawled slowly.

John moaned as his head dropped forwards, the sensation delicious along his spine. “Oh god.”

“Yes, you called?” Jack snapped back in easy response. “I think we should put that mouth of yours to better use. What do you think, sir?”

“Oh, I quite agree,” Ianto said. A shudder of arousal, and he dropped one hand into his lap. It brushed lightly against the wool of his trousers, his cock hardening underneath.

Jack pushed at John's left shoulder, turning him so that he was sideways on facing the desk, so Ianto had a ringside seat. Jack moved to stand in front of John. He let the gun's barrel trail down the side of John's face, brushing along his hairline, along his cheek and his jawline, and around to the other side, slowly coming to rest against John's forehead.

“Open your mouth,” Jack said softly. Eyelids fluttering, John complied without a word. Jack dragged his thumb over John's lower lip, and tilted John's head up by his chin. “You okay?”

John blinked hard, and nodded as much as he could.

“Good,” Jack said quietly, moving his fingers into John's mouth. He brought his voice up to normal levels as he looked over to Ianto. “Just checking his mouth for charges Sir. You'd be surprised how many of them carry explosives like that.”

John growled, low in his throat, and resisted the urge to bite down on Jack's fingers. Jack tutted loudly. “Now, now, that'll never do. Settle. Other wise, I may forced to cut short our fun and just shoot you instead.” Jack pushed the gun hard against John's forehead. “And no one wants that, do they?” he added softly. “His mouth is clear, sir.”

“Good. Now, about that 'better use'. I wonder.” Ianto rested a crooked finger on his chin, looking thoughtful. “Just how brave are you? Hmm,” he said, talking to John. “Put the gun in his mouth Captain. Let's see just what he's made of.”

Jack grinned. Good choice, Ianto, he thought. John and Jack had played this game many a time in the old days. He knew that John would very much get off on the gun in his mouth. Jack took his fingers out of John's mouth, wiping the spittle off them onto John's cheek. “Keep your mouth open, there's a good boy,” Jack said roughly.

John's eyes rolled back, but he kept his position. He felt the cold metal enter his mouth. He kept his tongue flat, and his body still, not wanting the sight of the gun to scratch the roof of his mouth. Jack's free hand snaked around the back of John's head, squeezing down gently over John's fingers. “Now close it. Careful.”

Doing as asked, John hummed happily deep in his throat, the slight vibration against the metal sending his arousal up another notch. He let his tongue swirl carefully, and he allowed himself to hollow his cheeks slightly, feeling his flesh enclose the barrel.

“So pretty. Captain, I think our boy here might have done this before, what do you think?”

“I think you may be right, sir.” Jack chuckled.

Ianto undid his belt, and took down the zip of his trousers, letting his hand roam. He stroked lazily over his underwear, feeling the hard flesh beneath. “Anyone would think he's enjoying it even.”

John groaned loudly at Ianto's words, a low rumble in his chest, his cock growing painfully hard in his jeans.

“Look Harkness, our little captive is getting off on it.”

Jack murmured in response, his free hand stroking the back of John's hands, and carding through John's hair. “Just think. No escape. I could just blow the back of your head off right now,” he said, low and dangerous, his voice curling through John's mind, a warmth pooling in John's belly. “I wouldn't even need to touch you , for you to come like this, would I? Oh so very compliant. Someone's trained you well. So pretty with my gun in your mouth. I wonder, would you look as pretty with a cock in your mouth?”

Eyes slammed open as John looked up at Jack in something quickly approaching adoration.

“Oh really, pretty boy, do you think so, hmm? Open.” Jack nudged gently with the gun, so that John opened his mouth. Taking the gun out slowly Jack was amused to note the slight shake in John's arms. He wiped the gun off on John's t-shirt.

Ianto coughed softly. “I don't like that t-shirt, you know. I want our captive clean, and that means without that shirt. It's filthy, and we don't know where it's been. The t-shirt is pretty rotten too,” he added with a grin at the daft joke. “Remove it, but don't uncuff him yet.”

Nodding, Jack leant over. “You still keep that blade strapped inside your boot?” he whispered into John's ear. John nodded, “Mm hmm.”

Keeping the Webley firmly pushed against John's chest, Jack leant over and reached down to John's boot, fingers searching between leg and boot until he felt the catch that freed up the sharp little stiletto knife that John almost always carried.

“Keep still, and keep your hands up where they are. I wouldn't want to slip now, would I?” Jack's voice was roughened and low. He smiled slowly as he heard John's breath catch at the words. Jack moved the gun back up to John's temple, whilst catching the knife on the bottom of his grubby t-shirt. As usual, the blade was razor sharp, Jack noted. John always was keen on that. Jack chewed his lower lip, his tongue peeking out slightly as he concentrated.

“Need an extra pair of hands, Captain?”

Jack grinned. “Always, sir.”

The leather and workings of the chair creaked slowly as Ianto stood up, and walked up behind John.

“Pass me the gun, Harkness.”

John felt the moment pass heavy between the three of them as Ianto took Jack's Webley. The symbolism certainly wasn't lost on anyone. Ianto took up position behind John, cold metal pressed hard against the base of John's skull. Jack was making short work of John's shirt, but he was making a play of skipping the blade across John's chest, enjoying the flush that was rising there and the way John's breath kept catching.

Pinpoint precision as Jack moved across from nipple to nipple, then slowly down John's chest, abdomen, until he brought the blade to rest just above the waist band of John's jeans. John's eyelids were fluttering, and Jack half-smiled. Teasingly, he took away the knife, dropping it on the desk, as the remains of John's t-shirt fell to the floor.

As Jack leaned over, Ianto grabbed for his shirt, pulling him in for a quick sloppy kiss, even as he kept the gun still trained at the back of John's head. They broke off, grinning, and Jack winked at Ianto. “Watch this,” he whispered at Ianto's ear. He turned John around by his shoulders, so that John was now facing Ianto's crotch, the Webley now at his temple. Jack dropped to his knees behind John, crowding in close, until his head rested on John's shoulder.

“Nothing hidden here Sir.” Jack swept his hands across John's shoulder blades, and John moaned loudly. Jack circled John's waist with his arms, and let one hand drift over the front of his jeans.

“This isn't turning you on at all is it?” he said conversationally, as his hand brushed over the bulge in John's jeans. John gasped, and Jack slowly unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, slipping his hand in to palm John's cock. “My god, it might well be,” he grinned, amusement in his voice.

John growled in arousal, and some frustration. Pushing at the waistband of John's jeans, pushing them slightly over bony hips to gain better access, Jack looked up at Ianto above them. “You know,” Jack continued, still in the same tone. “Think I'd like to see exactly how this prisoner of ours takes your cock in his mouth, Sir.”

“Hmm.. yeah,” Ianto said distractedly. He pushed his own trousers, and his underwear down over his hips. Hooking his free hand around the back of John's head, he pulled John forward, pressing the gun's sight in harder to John's temple as he did so.

“Especially as I've just found this, Sir.” Jack held up the small pistol that he'd extracted from down the back of John's pants. He held it at the small of John's back, and felt John's body stiffen. “Now why don't you show just how good you are at sucking cock, and we might not shoot you.”

Ianto grinned at the discovery of the other gun. He wasn't surprised. In the least. He pulled at John, until his cock rested on the kneeling man's lower lip. Ianto tapped at John's cheek with the Webley to get his attention. He waited until John's eyes were looking up at him, then asked quietly, “You okay?”

Blinking hard in response, a twitched half grin on his face, John pushed a little further forward, taking Ianto's cock into his mouth. He laid his tongue along its' length, tasting Ianto, getting used to the weight of his cock in his mouth.

Jack reached his arm around John chest, holding him steady, as he held the little pistol at John's back with his other hand. He rained small, biting kisses onto John's shoulders, knowing his fellow ex-Time Agent would appreciate it. Jack's hair brushed up against Ianto's thigh. Jack breathed in deep, the scent of both the men in front of him assaulting his senses, making him feel heady. He let his arm drop to where John's fly was open, pushing rough fabric aside, until his fingers encircled John's cock. He heard John gasp around Ianto's cock, and he smiled, knowing he was the cause.

Working his way gradually down Ianto's cock, John hummed happily, earning a jump in Ianto's pulse against his tongue every time he did so. John twirled his tongue around, pulling out almost completely and teasing before plunging back in and swallowing Ianto right down. The fingers of Ianto's free hand twisted through John's hair, grasping hard at the cuffs between John's hands there, pulling them tight.

His fingers pulling firm and practised around John's cock, Jack knew every trick that'd get John off. He started murmuring strings of filth into John's ear, even as he looked up to see the blissful expression on Ianto's face, as he fucked John's mouth. “You should see what you're doing to him John. He's so beautiful, just like that. Swallow him down as far as you can, sweetheart, I know you can take it, that's right. I can see his cock working down your throat y'know? Are you going to swallow him when he comes? Such a good boy, aren't you John? Are you going to get off too? Are you going to come for me gorgeous? With two guns trained on you? Such a filthy boy. To get hard at the threat of violence.” Jack mock-tutted, and held his hand a little tighter around John's cock.

John felt himself tense, as he felt his own orgasm building. Recognising the signs, Jack bit down onto the side of John's neck. John gasped, and came hard, pumping into and over Jack's fist. Hearing him and feeling John's mouth tighten around his cock was enough to send Ianto over the edge too. He came into John's mouth, John swallowing hard, wrenching out every last shake of orgasm that Ianto had to offer.

Dropping the pistol to one side, Jack pulled John over to rest across his knees, as they slumped down together. He hooked a small key from out of his pocket, and undid John's cuffs. John let his arms fall, sighing softly as they did do, his muscles complaining at the stress they'd been put under. Ianto blinked hard, placed the Webley on the desk, and tucked himself back into his trousers. He crouched down beside them both, Ianto stroking John's hair gently. He grinned slightly. “Well, looks like we'll have to continue our investigations another time, eh Captain Harkness? I think our subject is slightly knackered for now.”

Jack grinned, and John giggled “I think you might be right sir, I think you might be right. At least a shower is called for before the next round, eh boys?”

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