Chapter one - Coffee with extras

Ianto Jones smiled slightly as he stepped through the sliding cog that was the 'front door' of the Hub. The whirring of machinery at work was a comfort to him. No matter what insane and dangerous things the rift threw at them, that noise was a constant. Day in, day out, that sound started off the working day; granting him access to wonders the people walking miles above could never even begin to imagine! Aliens, monsters, temporal anomalies...and him.

He bent to pick up the newspaper on the floor- the boss was already here then, and as untidy as usual. Ianto skimmed the front page as he strode over to the coffee machine, auto piloting around the various obstacles between.
Still reading the paper, he got to work making the usual beverages. It might seem like a trivial task, but Ianto knew that without their coffee, the Torchwood team would descend into chaos. The machine clunked and spluttered as he pulled the handle. He tutted at it, but turned the page of the paper and continued reading. Temperamental thing. He felt a sort of pride in his ability to be able to get it to actually produce palatable coffee, as getting it to even turn on required a knack that it appeared only Ianto possessed.

As he folded up the paper and turned his full attention towards the coffee maker, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his lower back, but before he could even gasp, a hand came from behind and covered his mouth.
Another hand grabbed his wrist and forced it painfully over his head, causing Ianto to bend over. He felt the owner of the hands press up to him. Ianto immediately realised that the assailant was male and humanoid. He could feel his arousal pressing into the small of his back.
His hands were roughly and -even in his terrified state, Ianto had to admit- skilfully tied behind him; judging by the hand still preventing him from screaming, his attacker managed to achieve this using only one hand. Suddenly, Ianto's legs were taken out from under him, and he hit the floor. He tried to sit up, but his attacker was holding him down. His face was roughly forced into the ground. Hot angry tears escaped from his eyes as his cheek made contact with the cold floor, and a gag instantly replaced the hand covering his mouth. He felt the attacker reach around his waist and undo his belt and trousers. Panic truly over came him as he realised what was about to happen, and desperately he struggled to escape; almost choking on the silky piece of material in his mouth as he attempted to yell for Jack. The assailant pressed harder into his spine, until Ianto had no choice but to comply and remain still, or have his back broken. He closed his eyes and tried to blot out what was happening as his trousers were slipped down around his ankles, followed swiftly by his boxer shorts. He could feel the attacker positioning himself at his unwillingly spread entrance, nails biting into the flesh of his hips keeping him from struggling free. As he was entered tears of anger turned to despair. The searing pain shot up his spine with every unwanted thrust. To try and ease his shame, Ianto tried to imagine it was Jack inside him. But even the roughest shag with Jack was nothing compared to this pain. He realised the attacker had used no lubrication, so Ianto could feel every thrust. As much as he tried to distract himself, nothing could dull the agony.

Ianto's silent sobs caused his body to shake, and this seemed to arouse the man violating him further, as with each shudder, Ianto heard a sharp intake of breath, and felt the thrusts become harder and faster and deeper as the invading member tore into him. Ianto heard a grunt and felt the attacker's body shake as he climaxed inside him.
Relief washed over Ianto, as the offending member withdrew. The man slowly slid down Ianto's body, as if to draw out his ordeal even further. The nails that had dug into his hips released, leaving little bloody half moons in his skin. Ianto felt teeth sink into the tender flesh of his inner thigh, but with his violated entrance still throbbing from the assault, the pain that should have accompanied it barely registered.
Ianto became aware that he was still lying on the floor with his trousers and underwear around his ankles, and his body weight was putting uncomfortable pressure on his genitals. His hands were no longer bound, and he was alone. He shakily got to his feet, using the coffee machine for support. He pulled his trousers up, and re-secured them with his belt. Picking up the newspaper from where it had been knocked to the floor, he whipped the tears that were still falling from his eyes.

A hand touched his shoulder. He whipped around, eyes closed, yelling at the top of his voice, lashing out with the newspaper.
"WOAH, Ianto, take it easy." Chuckled a familiar voice
"Jack!" rasped Ianto.
He flung his arms around the American man's waist, burying his face into his blue shirt.
Jack stroked the younger mans hair and pulled away slightly, looking into his lovers tear stained face.
"Yan, what happened to you!?" He cried
Ianto took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to tell Jack everything, but the words choked him. The shame was too much to bear. He knew that Jack's eyes would flood with pity and pain if he were to find out. He would never look at him the same way again. And he would tell the others; vow to find the being that violated his 'Yan-Yan'. Then they would all look at him with pity, drown him in their sympathy. He couldn't take that, not after enduring all those 'reassuring' pats and glances after Lisa died.
He looked Jack in the eyes
"Nothing, Sir." His voice was croaking and wavering. He cleared his throat. "Just a cold most likely, nothing I can't handle." He flashed Jack the shy yet cheeky grin he knew the American loved.
Jack smiled back at him, still slightly concerned, but greatly reassured.
"Well it looks like a slow day for rift activity, nothing except a couple of weevil sightings."
Ianto turned back to the coffee maker, which was now whistling shrilly. Jack draped his arms over the Welshman's shoulders and nibbled his ear gently.
"Maybe, I can send the others out to round them up, and we can have some fun..?" He whispered suggestively between nibbles.
Ianto had to strain to suppress a shudder as the feeling of the unknown attacker's breath on his neck flashed through his mind.
He carried on making the coffee.
"Whatever you feel is best, Sir. You are the boss after all." He replied, as normally as possible, trying to emulate his own usually chirpy voice.
"You better believe it." Jack growled, using the deep sexy voice Ianto usually found so arousing.

"Jack? You in?"
Ianto heard the whir of the cog sliding aside as Gwen entered the Hub.
"We'll continue this later" winked Jack, slapping Ianto on the behind as he walked towards Gwen.
Pain shot through Ianto once again at the unexpected, jolting contact, causing him to gasp. Jack winked again, mistaking Ianto's pain for arousal.
"That's sexual harassment Sir." Ianto grinned through his pain.
"So file a complaint!" Jack retorted, striding into his office.

Once he was sure Gwen was occupied and Jack was safely out of sight, Ianto hobbled to the bathroom and locked the door.
Blood and seamen was flooding down the back of his legs. Breathing through the pain, he cleaned himself up as best as he could. He would be carrying the seed of that monster deep within him all day until he was able to soak in the bath at home. Realising this, the full horror of what he had experienced hit him. His stomach leapt into his throat, and he emptied its contents into the toilet bowl, heaving until he was spitting bile. He collapsed in a heap on the cold tiled floor, and drew his knees to his chin, sobbing and screaming. He knew no one could hear him; the bathroom was soundproof for some reason –Jack had never explained why.
He wanted to go home. He wanted to go to Jack. He wanted Jack to hold him in his strong arms and make him feel safe again. He wanted to lay on this floor forever. He wanted to cease to exist.

But the others would come looking for him. Tosh and Owen would be in soon.

Numb, the shell of Ianto Jones pulled himself up and washed his face, removing evidence of his anguish. He looked into the mirror. Blank eyes looked back at him.
He took a deep breath, and forced his face into a smile. He did it when covering up Lisa. He could do it now. Time to put on the cheerful, care free Ianto face.

He walked out of the bathroom, and carried on making coffee.