Author's Note: chapter contains explicit non-con

Don't it make you feel bad

when you're trying to find your way home,

you don't know which way to go?

As Ianto woke, he was being dragged into a small farm house. He yelled out when he saw the occupants dead at the kitchen table. During their journey he had woken up before and was in an unfamiliar vehicle, but Grey had knocked him out again. Now he had no idea where he was and more innocent people were dead. Ianto tried to struggle away but his hands and feet were bound. Hearing him scream, Grey stopped dragging him and slapped his face, "No point in screaming now, you're just getting on my nerves."

Grey pointed his gun at Ianto and snapped, "Upstairs, move!"

Ianto reluctantly obeyed and walked carefully into the small bedroom. Grey flicked on the ugly ceramic lamp and scowled at the decorations. The room had floral wallpaper and an old bed with a ruffle accented duvet. The elderly couple probably hadn't changed the room in forty years. Staring icily at Ianto, Grey growled, "Take your clothes off."

Ianto's eyes widened in fear, "Don't do this, Grey. Hurting me is not going to fix anything."

Grey's voice lowered, "Take your clothes off."

As he began undressing Ianto trembled barely able to unbutton his shirt. Once he had removed his boxers, Grey's eyes lasciviously surveyed his body. His hungry stare made Ianto shiver even more as Grey approached him. Ianto tried again to speak to him, "What did they do to you?"

Grey's eyes softened slightly and Ianto continued, "You're probably no older than I am. It isn't fair what's happened."

However, his words had the opposite effect of what he wanted when Grey launched himself forward and locked Ianto into a rough kiss. He tried to struggle away, but Grey's grip was incredibly strong. Finally, he pulled away and purred, "You're beautiful. John said you have the face of an angel. Killing you wouldn't be enough; I have to bring you down with me."

Grey then shoved Ianto onto the bed. Quickly, he straddled Ianto's chest and brought his hands up to the headboard. Out of his back pocket, he produced a sophisticated looking set of handcuffs and used them to attach Ianto's wrists to the bed. As he climbed off, Ianto shouted, "You were going to let me kill you before, why?"

Grey answered desperately, "Because I thought Jack had sent you. He's supposed to be the one to end it. Everything that has happened to me is because of what he did. I want my death to be on his head. He has to live forever knowing what he's done."

Tears were springing from Ianto's eyes not only because of what was about to happen to him, but because of the sadness he felt for Jack and Grey's tragedy. Grey went into the en suite bathroom and began rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Finally, he emerged with a pill bottle and while opening it explained, "I researched the early 21st century. Old men have erectile problems and take pills for them. Looks like Mr. Llewellyn was having trouble getting it up."

Grey then swallowed three of the pills and approached Ianto, "Here, take this."

Ianto turned his head away, but Grey smacked him across the face, "Take it!"

Reluctantly, Ianto opened his mouth as Grey placed three inside and waited until he swallowed. Grey smiled and condescendingly patted Ianto's head, "I'd say we have about two hours so I want to make sure we can both last."

Grey then pulled off his shirt making Ianto's gasp softly; the man's muscular torso was covered in deep, red scars. There were words in an alien language carved across his chest and burns littered everywhere. As he removed his trousers, there were more burns and scars some forming geometric patterns while some were long whips marks. His feet were missing two toes and when Grey caught Ianto looking at them he softly spoke, "Frost bite. The first time I asked for food I was locked in the freezer."

As he climbed on top of Ianto, the briefest flash of apprehension appeared on his face but was gone almost instantly. He began running his rough, calloused hands down Ianto's smooth chest in a reverent manner, muttering, "So smooth and white."

He then spread Ianto's legs apart and began to stroke himself to full hardness. Lining his cock up to Ianto's entrance, he leaned forward and whispered, "This may hurt. It's my first time."

He chuckled slightly, "Don't you feel special, darling? You're going to be my first and last."

Ianto softly whimpered, "You don't have to do this."

Grey replied by placing a lingering, sad kiss on Ianto's lips and then pushed himself inside. Ianto gasped loudly in pain as there was no lube or preparation. As Grey began to thrust repeatedly, Ianto's head spun. Images and sounds of things that had been and things that never were whipped through his mind at a dizzying pace. He saw Lisa's loving eyes turn suddenly cold and mechanical. Friends were screaming in pain as they were strapped to conversion tables. Jack was holding him gently chasing away the nightmares. Jack was dead, shot through the head.

Owen was snickering and taunting him while Gwen looked on with unwanted pity. Cannibals were laughing as he fell into a pile of body parts. As he tried to stand, Jack's head fell into his lap. John was holding up his amputated arm warning of impending doom. Tosh was lying on the med bay floor bleeding out. Jack was bending him over his desk, roughly fucking him. A desperate criminal held a gun to his face and pulled the trigger. Owen was rotting in front of his eyes. Grey was just a little boy being abducted by monsters.

When the crazed images began to dissipate he felt the pain had gone and was replaced by intense pleasure. Gaining a small foothold on reality, Ianto looked down his body to see Grey deeply sucking him. He couldn't recall when he had gotten an erection but he hoped it was from the pills. Seeing Ianto watching him, Grey raised his head slightly and jerked him with his hand. Ianto wanted to fight the oncoming orgasm but his body was not listening. Grey looked on with curiosity, "Does Jack do this for you?"

Ianto nodded his head and feverishly replied, "Yes."

Grey continued, "Do you enjoy it when he does?"

Ianto gasped again, "Yes."

Grey lowered his voice and asked, "Are you enjoying it now?"

Ianto could only arch his back and moan making Grey smile, "I'll take that as a yes."

He then increased his hand's pace and lowered his head using his tongue again. Quickly Ianto came, shooting out across his stomach. Grey once again positioned himself between Ianto's legs, "You're much softer now. It shouldn't be as painful."

While he pounded Ianto into the soft mattress, he pushed their chests together wrapping his arms under Ianto's shoulders. He pressed their mouths together sliding in his wet tongue and kissed Ianto deeply. When he ended the kiss, he brought his lips to Ianto's ear and began to whisper. For what seemed like forever, Grey told Ianto about his life. He explained the torture he had endured and later inflicted. He chronicled his rise as a mercenary, but mostly, he spoke about the thousands of lives he had taken and the momentary joy killing brought him.

After both of them had come countless times and Grey had recounted too many gruesome details, Ianto's abductor stood up and grabbed his gun. Ianto was too numb and light headed to even care if he was about to be shot by the madman. However, Grey looked down at Ianto and softly told him, "Jack's here. It's time to end this. Maybe we'll meet again someday."

Ianto looked up despairingly at Grey, "I have it on good authority that there is nothing after this, just darkness."

Grey smiled slightly, "Maybe that's for the best."

Ianto could hear Jack's boots running up the old staircase and just before he burst into the room, Grey quietly said, "The code to your cuffs is the day Jack let go of my hand."

Jack then thundered into the tiny bedroom with his pistol drawn. In response, Grey pointed his at Ianto and screamed, "Make your decision. Is it me or him?"

A flash of intense pain spread across Jack's face as he told his brother goodbye and pulled the trigger sending a bullet straight through his head. As Grey's lifeless body fell to the floor, Jack rushed to Ianto's side and wrapped him in a tight hug. The captain was shaking as tears fell down his face. Soon they were joined by a loping John who, upon seeing Grey dead, leaned against the door frame and let out a long sigh of relief.

On the ride back to the Hub, Owen drove as Jack and Ianto rode in the back. Neither of them said anything instead they just sat wrapped around each other. Tosh and John opted to take Grey back with them as John actually brought a body bag with. Once Owen had looked over Ianto and treated him, Jack took him back to his flat and ran a hot bath for him. Ianto sat in the tub silently as Jack helped wash him. In happier times they would have been laughing and fumbling in the soapy water, but they were sullen and wrung out.

After several minutes, Ianto finally spoke, "I can't do it anymore."

Jack wasn't surprised after seeing the look in Ianto's eyes when he found him, but he was still heartbroken. Ianto continued, "I can't take anymore death and pain. I can't keep watching you die and those I love get slaughtered."

Jack understood what Ianto was saying, but he knew losing Ianto now would crush him. Tearfully, Jack pleaded with his lover, "Please don't leave me Yan."

To his shock, Ianto answered, "I'm not. I'm leaving Torchwood. Despite what you think, you two are not one in the same."

Feeling his chest would burst, Jack pulled Ianto into a passionate kiss splashing water all over the floor. Jack was smiling ear to ear, "We could move in together, even buy a bigger place with a garden."

Ianto did not return the smile as he gazed into Jack's face, "In time, maybe. Jack . . . he told me everything."

Jack looked on in confusion and Ianto continued, "Grey showed me his world. There is evil within us all waiting to be tapped. I've seen too much of it."

Jack took Ianto's hand and brought it to his lips, "So have I, but we just keep going, at least I do. What make it all worthwhile are the other parts of us, like the love I feel for you. Even someone like Grey could see that. We're in too deep together now and we won't make it without each other."

Finally, a faint smile graced Ianto's worn face, "Does that mean I'm stuck with you?"

Jack placed a chaste kiss to his forehead, "I'm afraid so."

Gently, Ianto whispered in Jack's ear, "I can live with that."

Author's Note: Keep an eye out for the CoE themed sequel, The Battle of Evermore and a Stolen Planet intermission called, Hots on for Nowhere.