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Title: Love Will Tear Us Apart (4/21)
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Owen suggested, hints of Ianto/Tosh.
Rating: NC17
Summary: Why leaving Owen alone with alien tech is a supremely bad idea...
Spoilers: Probably past end of series 1. To be safe.
Warnings: Slightly cracky, slash, language.
Author's Notes: Uh...alien tech made us do it. *nods* We're totally innocent. *snerk* Feedback will be loved and adored. Flamers will be fed to Myfanwy.
Thank you to ryuuri_chan, who's done Two wonderful bits of kitty!Ianto fanart for the series, and to empathicfrost for her pic of the kitty. :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Jack laid there for some time, holding Ianto in his arms and petting him absent mindedly, his mind wandering to different things. When Ianto's breathing had evened out, Jack gently pulled himself out form underneath him and left, making sure to add a pillow next to Ianto or else Ianto would would balk at the lack of something to cling to in sleep.
Jack pulled on some trousers and a shirt, heading down to the gun gallery to work off a bit of restless energy. No matter how exhausted Ianto had made his body, his mind was unable to relax and settle.
Closing one eye, Jack took aim and let his mind focus on aiming and firing.
Ianto rolled over in his sleep, clutching at Jack. Without even realising, he pouted, slowly coming to. Opening bleary eyes, he glared at the pillow he was currently holding in his arms, looking around for his missing lover. He pulled on a pair of trousers, letting them hang low on his hips as always, climbing out into Jack’s office.
Sniffing the air, he made his way through the Hub, following Jack’s scent and the faint noise of gunshots. Stepping in to the shooting range, he screwed up his face, both at the smell and the sound. Pressed against the wall, he waited for Jack to finish his clip, before speaking.
“You know, it’s sort of sweet that you think a pillow and your body are indistinguishable. Completely misguided, but sweet.”
Jack turned, smiling at Ianto, who looked both completely rumpled from sleeping and sated from sex. It was a good look for him. "I take it the pillow trick didn't work then?" Jack flashed Ianto a grin, his most disarming, 'Not my fault' smile.
Tossing the gun aside, Jack leaned against the table, pulling his yellow eyeguards off as well. "You should get back to sleep Yan."
“Surprisingly enough,” Ianto murmured, approaching Jack with something that couldn’t be described as anything but a slink in his step. “I can tell the difference between a lumpy pillow…” He reached Jack, pressing their bodies together, lips nearly brushing, “And firm muscles. Even while asleep.” He ran his hands over said muscles, pouting slightly at the layer of clothing between him and warm skin.
Jack chuckled, wrapping one arm around Ianto's waist. "Insatiable." Jack murmured, pressing his lips to Ianto's for a brief kiss. Fingers threading in between Ianto's Jack tugged, pulling Ianto from the gun gallery and back to his office.
"I've seen you on four hours of sleep before. I think last time you hissed at me." Jack mused ideally as he entered his room, his nose flaring a bit when he realised that it smelled of Ianto, sweat and sex. No wonder he hadn't been able to relax.
Grabbing some water for himself, he kissed Ianto before heading towards the door again. "If your going to make me stay in here with you, I at least need to run the lockdown procedures."
Ianto was tempted to point out that Jack had never minded him being insatiable before…but then there were lips against his, and he was never one to complain about that. He let Jack lead him back to his room, noticing the same smells Jack had. He stripped off his trousers, sliding into bed, wriggling around a bit until he’d made himself comfortable. Which happened to be with him curled up in a ball, tail covering his nose.
Eyes closed, he refused to let himself drift off, waiting until Jack came back to him. Any longer, and he’d go looking again.
Jack finished closing down the Hub, setting his wrist comm to alert him if any suspicious activity started. Ianto had also forgotten to feed Myfanwy (though how much of that was forgotten and how much of that was that the shadow of a large winged creature tended to make the cat part of Ianto hiss, Jack wasn't sure).
Myfanwy had normally been Ianto's responsibility, taking over after Suzie lost interest, but lately, Jack had felt the responsibility shift to him. Humming a tune that would not be thought up for at least 30 more centuries, Jack doled out Myfanwy's dinner, chuckling when she head butted him softly, demanding to be scratched at the back of her head.
"This I can do. I now have one that acts almost exactly like you." Jack chuckled and gave Myfanwy a final pat before heading back down to his office and sliding into bed alongside a curled up Ianto.
Ianto sniffed him, making a low noise of discontent in his throat. But then, it had been his job to feed Myfanway, and he’d been neglecting it recently. Unfolding his body, he pressed against Jack, headbutting Jack’s hand gently until he was being scratched behind the ears. That was better. Jack would smell of him now.
Jack laughed at Ianto, obliging him and petting him until he curled happily around Jack's body purring. Jack smile as Ianto gently nuzzled at him, his head tucked into the crook of Jack's neck.
"You do realise I know exactly what you're doing right?" Jack smirked at Ianto's guilty expression. "When you got, feline characteristics, we all did research..." Jack chuckled and nuzzled Ianto back, nipping at Ianto's ear.
Ianto continued to purr his approval, guilty expression slowly falling away.
“Well then, you’ll know why I’m doing it.” He murmured, nuzzling Jack sleepily, nails gently scratching at Jack’s scalp. He couldn’t get enough of this, of Jack’s hands on him, the comfort of Jack’s body against his.
Jack laughed, his hands coming up automatically where Ianto wanted him. Jack would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the warm press of a body next to his own. He wouldn't be lying though, if he said he hadn't expected it out of his male partners. Especially not Ianto.
"I do believe this change has turned you into a cuddle slut." Jack shifted a bit, trying to find a comfortable position, before letting Ianto curl back around him. Laughing quietly when his tail came around Jack's waist.
Purring happily, Ianto nuzzled Jack again, tilting his head to press a kiss against Jack’s shoulder.
“Is that a complaint, Jack? Because I can always go and find Tosh…” He grinned a little, both of them knowing that he wasn’t serious.
Jack shrugged and tightened his hold on Ianto's waist. "Just wasn't something I was really expecting from you is all." Jack pet Ianto absently as he felt the man's breathing even out, his own falling into sync as his mind finally relaxed enough to let his body get as close to sleep as possible.
The hours until morning ticked by, the time always going faster when Jack was with someone else then when he was forced to remain on his own. His wrist comm beeped at him that it wouldn't be too much longer before the others would start trickling in and as much as Ianto might enjoy the smell of sweat and sex, Jack doubted the others would quite as much.
Gently rolling away from Ianto again, his grip having gotten a bit looser during the night, Jack replaced himself with his pillow again, this time though, he wrapped his worn shirt around it so that it still smelled of him, wondering how long it would take Ianto this time.
Chuckling, Jack made his way down to the bathrooms as he mulled over Ianto's challenge.
Ianto made a soft noise as he was disturbed, tightening his grip on the pillow. He frowned, burying his face against it, a quiet ‘mrow’ of contentment escaping at the familiar scent of Jack. It kept him asleep for a while longer, but eventually he woke up. He couldn’t bring himself to move just yet, burrowing down under the covers, surrounded by himandJackandsexandwarmth.
Hearing Jack approach, he poked his head out of the mess of covers, hair dishevelled, eyes sleepy. He didn’t want to move, cocooned in warmth, and he was already working out if he could coax Jack back into bed.
Jack bent over and buried his face in Ianto's hair, nipping his ear like always before gently coaxing him out from underneath the warm covers. "I have a surprise for you." Jack mumbled, still fascinated with the way Ianto squirmed when he nibbled the tip of the ear in such a way.
"Lie down on the bed and close your eyes."
Ianto smiled, nuzzling at Jack happily as he was slowly coaxed out from underneath the covers. He arched an eyebrow, intrigued, but obediently lay down and closed his eyes. His hands curled loosely into the bedsheets, tail twitching a little nervously. He trusted Jack, but he couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned.
Jack set up his supplies down on the floor, a bit of warm water in a basin, a bit of soap, and one of the softest flannels he could find. If this didn't work, Jack didn't know what would.
Dousing half of the flannel in the warm water and soap, Jack began running it along Ianto's belly, smiling and knowing he may have found a solution when Ianto purred and writhed a bit on the bed.
Ianto tensed for a moment, the sound dissolving into a purr at the rough sensation of flannel against his skin…it felt like a tongue, licking him clean. He writhed happily, arching up into the slow swipes of Jack’s hand and the flannel across his skin. There was a look of utter bliss on his face, body twisting as he tried to invite more touches, more swipes of flannel against his skin.
Jack chuckled and smirked to himself, proud of his own ingenuity that had figured out the answer to Ianto's challenge. He quickly busied himself with the task at hand, kissing bits of skin whenever he had finished cleaning them off.
Smirking down at Ianto after finishing, Jack quickly pressed Ianto back into the mattress, whispering into his ear. "I think that means you owe me something later, Ianto Jones." Jack chuckled as he heard the Hub door opening, signaling someone's arrival. "Far left of the armoire, suit's in there for you." Jack nipped once more at an ear before pushing off the bed and back up to his office.
Ianto leaned up for a kiss, pouting as Jack moved away. He watched Jack leave, biting his lip to hide a smile as he remembered the promise he’d made last night. Well, he was sure he’d cope with that. Sliding out of the bed, he pulled a pinstripe suit out of the armoire, recognising it as one he’d left behind weeks before. He tried putting on the trousers, but his tail refused to behave, making them impossible to button.
Sighing, he took them off, looking around Jack’s drawers for a pair of scissors. Managing to cut a fairly neat slit in the seat of his trousers, he slid them on once more. Shirt, tie, and suit jacket followed, though he still felt a little restricted by the layers which were usually so reassuring.
Examining his appearance in the mirror, he turned, looking over his shoulder at the tail poking out of his suit. Well, it was better than wearing his trousers quite so low down. Pulling on socks and shoes, squirming a little, he made his way up into Jack’s office, just in time to see Owen looking up at him. He resisted the urge to poke his tongue out at the medic, brushing his hair flat with his hand as he walked, with all the dignity he could muster, down into the Hub.
Jack tried not to smile too much at Ianto as he came out of his office, looking like he had had a rough, but very full evening. Jack felt a particular swell of pride at the multitude of marks on Ianto's neck and couldn't stop himself from smirking.
"Yeah, yeah. Try to keep it in your pants while at work will you Captain?" Owen grumbled, swiveling in his chair and chomping on a pen cap.
"Oh but your turn was coming up so soon." Jack grinned accepting his coffee with his usual murmured thank you and waited for the latest catastrophe to hit.
Ianto smiled at the thanks; though, in truth, Jack had put the coffee on when people arrived. All he did was fill mugs up, add sugar and cream where needed. He handed mugs to the rest of the team, flushing a little when he reached Tosh’s desk. She was already lost in calculating rift patterns, but he laid her mug down on a spare patch of desk, along with three of the chocolate chip cookies she liked.
Owen, of course, noticed everything.
“Oi, how come Tosh gets special treatment?” He asked Ianto, sipping at his coffee.
“Because I kicked her out of bed with me and Jack last night, and I had to make up for it somehow.” Ianto smiled sunnily, leaving Owen to spray coffee across his desk, then look quizzically at the three of them as if he was trying to work out if Ianto was serious.
Jack choked on his coffee, glaring at Ianto as he knew it was timed just so.
"Tosh, continue calculating the rift numbers, see if you can discern a noticeable pattern in growth, Gwen and Owen-- I need your reports on the hypercube you found by today." Jack gave them his most serious Captain face and turned, heading back up to his own office to continue his own work.
Ianto put on his best innocent face, meeting Jack’s eye as he headed back up to his office. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, still not able to completely dispel that unease at being so formally dressed. He went about his daily business nonetheless, cleaning up as usual until Owen called on him.
Heading down to the medical area, he looked a little nervously at him.
“What now?” He walked in as Owen beckoned him closer, gesturing to the bench.
“Still trying to work out how exactly that machine changed you…and whether we can change you back…” Owen squinted at him, prodding his ear with what looked like a giant cotton wool bud.
Ianto jerked, hissing at him.
“D’you mind?” He snapped, edging away from Owen, not particularly motivated to be useful.
Jack was finishing up his own reports for Torchwood HQ when Owen came banging into his office. "I had a boyfriend who used to do that. He'd come storming into the room whenever he was upset or needed a fuck. Got kind of annoying but then you can imagine why I didn't mind so much."
"Oh shut up." Owen pouted, standing with his hands on his hips and looking much too gay for the heterosexual man he claimed to be. "I'm trying to continue my findings on that object that changed Ianto. He's being a pissy little fucker." Jack just raised an eyebrow and laughed.
"Yeah well, just come down and make him behave." The doctor grumbled. Jack nodded, finding this whole situation humorous and followed Owen down to the autopsy bay.
“Back so soon?” Ianto snapped, arms folded, tail twitching irritably. Owen just glared in response, picking up his trusty cotton bud again.
“Yeah, well, if you’d hold still this’d be over much quicker.” He muttered.
“Maybe if you’d given me some warning you were going to shove giant cotton buds in my ear, I wouldn’t be bloody squirming, would I?” By this point Ianto had shed his jacket, and even spotting Jack in the background wasn’t enough to calm him.
Jack shook his head and took Ianto's jacket, making sure to fold it just so, so it wouldn't be creased. "Owen says you're not cooperating." Jack accused playfully, looking at Ianto and not able to hold the stern expression as it quickly turned into a smirk.
"Just try and not scratch his eyes out, ok? We do sort of need him." Jack murmured, scratching at Ianto's ears, one hand curling around Ianto's tail as he tried to calm Ianto down enough to allow Owen to do his tests.
Ianto grumbled, but couldn’t help but settle down with Jack scratching behind his ears like that. He sighed, relaxing a little, even going so far as to kick off his shoes and lay down on the bench like Owen had asked him to. Well, ordered him to. Owen made a cursory inspection of his ears, glancing pointedly at Jack when murmuring into his recorder about bitemarks on Ianto’s ears.
“Right, get your kit off, then.” Owen looked up at Ianto, who looked utterly horrified at the prospect. “I need to see your tail properly, and I can’t through that suit.” The only thing that placated Ianto was that Owen looked as uncomfortable with the idea as he was.
Sighing, he carefully stripped off shirt, tie, and trousers, flushing slightly as he realised just how many marks Jack had left on his body.
Jack felt the flare of arousal low in his belly watching Ianto strip and stand naked for Owen to continue checking over. Jack couldn't keep the bit of pride out of his smirk at noticing all the marks he must have left on Ianto's body.
Unable to stop his hands, nor his mouth really, when it came to Ianto's naked skin, he let his hands settle around Ianto's hips as he pressed a kiss to Ianto's shoulder, followed by a quick nip as he watched Owen.
Ianto flushed a little more at Jack’s hands on his body, mouth against his shoulder.
“Jack…” He murmured warningly, trying to move away from those tempting hands.
“For fuck’s sake, Harkness…” Owen looked more than a little exasperated. “Bitemarks, scratches, stubblerash….can’t you keep your hands off him for five bloody minutes? He looks like he has mange!”
“He is sitting right here, Owen.” Ianto pointed out, glaring daggers at the doctor once more. “And it’s none of your bloody business.” Angry, his tail thrashed from side to side, making things even more difficult for Owen.
“Lie down on the bench on your front. I want to get a better look at this.” Owen muttered, scratching his head. He was trying to ignore the glances passing back and forth between Ianto and Jack, wondering if this was some kind of cruel and unusual punishment for his affair with Gwen.
Jack glared at Owen but backed off and away from Ianto for fear he just might go a bit too far at work (God knows they had already done enough to set tensions off enough). "I can keep my hands off of him, but why try?" Jack sat in the chair and tipped it back, smirking at Ianto.
"Just because I have a bit of an.. oral fixation." Jack gave Owen his best innocent expression when the man glared at him. Jack could hear Ianto snickering on the lab table at Owen's obvious discomfort.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all, Ianto thought. After all, making Owen feel uncomfortable was always fun. He folded his arms underneath his head, resting his cheek against his hand, watching Jack as Owen carefully examined his tail, and the point where tail and body met.
Jack grinned at Ianto and stretched in the chair, letting his body elongate a bit before resettling back into the confines of the chair. "So Owen, what are you looking for?"
"Abnormalities, whether his DNA has been shifted or if this is just a temporal thing... if we can just use the little device to turn him back into full human..." Owen grumbled, taking measurements of one thing and then another.
"And if we weren't able to change him back, would he be--"
"Would he be okay staying as a half-human, half-cat?" Owen's eyebrows raised, his scalpel in his mouth. "Only you Harkness." Returning to his task at hand, Owen finally answered him. "By all outward signs I believe so. But why you'd want to keep him so fussy-- Ow! Fuck Ianto!"
“Shouldn’t keep your scalpel so near your mouth then, should you?” Ianto smirked, tail still thrashing gently side to side. He glanced across at Jack, arching an eyebrow at Jack’s almost-question. They’d already had this conversation, hadn’t they? He quite liked the bonuses of feline senses…alright, the tail and the ears were a bit of a pain, and bathing had been a problem…but he’d adjust.
He laid back down on the bench, still watching Jack, as Owen finished off what he was doing. Crooking a finger at Jack, he beckoned him across, fingers looping through Jack’s braces and tugging him down for a kiss while Owen’s back was turned.
“Can I get up yet?”
Jack grinned and kissed Ianto back before peering over Ianto's pale back to see what Owen was doing. "Almost done..." Owen grumbled, pulling out another instrument and having Ianto flip over.
Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and watched Owen take Ianto's blood and hair samples. "I would ask for a semen sample as well but, I'm assuming you can attest to the human-like quality of sex then yes?" Jack grinned when Owen winced, his pen poised to write the answers.
"Oh yes. I asked him last night. Things on the whole are normal. I do believe he said that he can feel things a bit more, intimately and likes to be petted quite a bit more." Jack was enjoying this much more than he should and almost burst into laughter at Owen's mumbled "Of course he would turn into a sex kitten..."
Ianto couldn’t help but snicker as well, biting his lip to hide a smirk as his tail ‘somehow’ found its way between Jack’s legs, slowly sliding up and down the inside of Jack’s thigh.
“Well, you can’t exactly blame me, with the pheremones running around this place…” He moved, slipping off the bench and tugging his trousers back on. He quickly buttoned up his shirt, tie back in place, but his jacket he just picked up, sliding his shoes back on.
“Anything else you need to prod me with, Owen?” He murmured, wicked smirk still in place.
Owen blanched a bit and sneered at Ianto before packing up his supplies. "I think I liked you more when you wouldn't talk at all. The kitten is much too sassy." Jack grinned and pulled Ianto into his arms before he could do something damaging to Owen.
"Well that could be a symptom right? He is a bit more, er... outspoken and enthusiastic?" Jack tried to phrase Ianto's eagerness for certain things. Owen flashed him a look and Jack just shrugged, letting Ianto go.
Owen threw his hands in the air and stalked off, Jack pressing lips to Ianto's again. "Okay, stop distracting. We do have to occasionally do our jobs..." Jack admonished, his hands though were traveling back to Ianto's slim hips.
Ianto pouted a little.
“He started it.” He murmured gently, stepping closer as Jack’s hands framed his hips. Slender fingers hooked in Jack’s braces, Ianto tugged Jack even closer, purring softly. He tilted his face up, lips slightly parted, wordlessly requesting another kiss. He couldn’t keep his hands off Jack right now; that kiss from last night still had his head reeling, aching for more.
And besides, cats were supposed to want attention all the time.
Jack growled softly and gave in, kissing Ianto fiercely, nipping at his lips. Finding strength deep down to pull away, Jack finally let go of Ianto, smiling and heading back up to his office.
A shiver ran down Ianto’s spine at that low growl, melting under Jack’s kiss as he clung to the other man. He mewled a soft protest as Jack pulled away, but he didn’t try and stop him. Rolling up his sleeves a little, he looked around the autopsy bay, quietly cursing Owen for his extreme slobbishness.
It took him until lunchtime to get the place clean - to normal standards, anyway, it still felt horribly dirty to him - and he was just heading upstairs when Tosh looked up from her desk.
“Thought I might order from that new Japanese place that’s opened up down the Bay for lunch - d’you want to give me a hand? I’ll probably end up ordering God knows what.” He murmured, smiling gently at her. She blushed, but nodded, clearly pleased by the attention.
“I’ve got the menus upstairs, I’ll just let the others know. Might as well walk along and collect it ourselves, by the time they deliver.” He jogged over to Jack’s office, ducking inside.
“Tosh and I are just popping out for a bit. Get lunch for everyone.” He spotted a hat hanging on Jack’s coat stand, grinning as he picked it up. “Mind if I borrow this?” He popped the fedora on his head at a rakish angle, making sure his ears were covered.
Jack raised an eyebrow at Ianto when he said he was grabbing some lunch with Tosh but then, it made sense. And, the more Jack thought about it, the better the idea sat with him.
What with Owen chasing after Gwen and then Tosh's own lover wound up having to have a one way trip to the centre of the sun and recently he hadn't been making things any easier here at work to escape happy lovers. No, it was probably good for Tosh to have someone dote upon her.
“I’ll bring you back something later.” Ianto smiled mischievously, pulling Jack’s door shut behind him. He had a long woollen coat upstairs; that would do to cover the tail. Whistling quietly to himself, he met Tosh in the front office upstairs, pulling on his coat and flipping the sign on the door to ‘Closed’ before offering her his arm.
“I’m sorry about yesterday, Tosh…” He murmured, once small talk had died away into companionable silence.
“It’s fine, Ianto. Really.” She smiled, squeezing his arm. “You put on quite a show, for the rest of us. Nice to know someone’s getting some.” Ianto shook his head, leaning across to kiss her cheek.
“You shouldn’t be alone. You deserve to find someone, too.” He murmured, forgetting what he was going to say next when a stray scent caught his attention. He turned his head, sniffing the air, fighting to stop his tail from twitching underneath the coat. Great, just what he needed.
“Ianto?” Tosh was looking at him inquisitively, and Ianto realised that he must have been staring into space for a good few minutes.
“Sorry. It’s nothing. Come on.” He smiled, leading the way along to the restaurant. Of course, once there it didn’t take much to persuade Tosh that they might as well have lunch there, take food back for the others when they were done. Unfortunately, Ianto couldn’t stop squirming in his seat, ignoring the odd looks from people wondering why he hadn’t taken his hat or his coat off.
*******
Jack frowned at his empty coffee mug and willed it to fill itself, but it didn't automatically refill itself with a glare like it normally did when Ianto was there. It seemed Ianto had a sixth sense that alerted him whenever there was an empty coffee cup anywhere in the Hub that needed immediate refilling.
Sighing and pushing away from his desk, Jack grabbed his cup and headed over to the kitchenette, whistling as he made coffee himself.
"So, Umm..." Gwen was never one to have a loss for words, this wasn't going to bode well for when she finally found words. "Did you and Ianto, with ... Tosh...?" It seemed Gwen was going to try to go the obtuse route. Unfortunately, Jack knew what she was hinting at.
"Ianto and Tosh and I..." Jack said, as if he didn't understand where she was going with this.
Gwen flushed and looked at the mug in her hands, refusing to look Jack in the eye. "Did you two do stuff with Tosh last night?" Jack caught just the faintest hint of jealousy on Gwen's face and chuckled. "No, we didn't do anything with Tosh."
He smiled as Gwen looked relieved. "Though we were about to..." Jack finished, walking away from Gwen and back to his office.
*******
“Ianto…are you sure you’re ok?” Tosh looked at him over their food, worry on her face. Ianto hadn’t stopped wriggling the whole time they’d been sat down. “Is it…” She looked around, leaned closer, whispered, “Is it a cat thing?”
Ianto nodded, looking uncomfortable and more than a little embarrassed.
“I uh…” He blushed. “There’s a female cat somewhere near here in heat.” He shifted again. “Made me feel kind of…um…on edge.” Tosh blinked at him, before starting to giggle.
“You mean aroused?” She gasped out through her laughter. Ianto had to see the funny side, smiling at her as he nodded.
“Yes. Thank you for your understanding, Toshiko. It’s much appreciated.” He drawled, pushing the rest of his food aside.
*********
"Where is Ianto?" Owen spun in his rolling chair again, after annoying Gwen had failed and he realised that he would never make it to the paper-ball-throwing-into-the-bin Olympics (small crumpled up bits of paper littered the floor of the hub). "Jack where are Ianto and Tosh?" Owen shouted up to Jack, hoping to get a response.
"He could be out shagging her behind the hub, us sitting her starving and you not even caring."
Jack didn't bother to look up from his paperwork. "I sure hope he is."
On to Chapter Five
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Owen suggested, hints of Ianto/Tosh.
Rating: NC17
Summary: Why leaving Owen alone with alien tech is a supremely bad idea...
Spoilers: Probably past end of series 1. To be safe.
Warnings: Slightly cracky, slash, language.
Author's Notes: Uh...alien tech made us do it. *nods* We're totally innocent. *snerk* Feedback will be loved and adored. Flamers will be fed to Myfanwy.
Thank you to ryuuri_chan, who's done Two wonderful bits of kitty!Ianto fanart for the series, and to empathicfrost for her pic of the kitty. :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Jack laid there for some time, holding Ianto in his arms and petting him absent mindedly, his mind wandering to different things. When Ianto's breathing had evened out, Jack gently pulled himself out form underneath him and left, making sure to add a pillow next to Ianto or else Ianto would would balk at the lack of something to cling to in sleep.
Jack pulled on some trousers and a shirt, heading down to the gun gallery to work off a bit of restless energy. No matter how exhausted Ianto had made his body, his mind was unable to relax and settle.
Closing one eye, Jack took aim and let his mind focus on aiming and firing.
Ianto rolled over in his sleep, clutching at Jack. Without even realising, he pouted, slowly coming to. Opening bleary eyes, he glared at the pillow he was currently holding in his arms, looking around for his missing lover. He pulled on a pair of trousers, letting them hang low on his hips as always, climbing out into Jack’s office.
Sniffing the air, he made his way through the Hub, following Jack’s scent and the faint noise of gunshots. Stepping in to the shooting range, he screwed up his face, both at the smell and the sound. Pressed against the wall, he waited for Jack to finish his clip, before speaking.
“You know, it’s sort of sweet that you think a pillow and your body are indistinguishable. Completely misguided, but sweet.”
Jack turned, smiling at Ianto, who looked both completely rumpled from sleeping and sated from sex. It was a good look for him. "I take it the pillow trick didn't work then?" Jack flashed Ianto a grin, his most disarming, 'Not my fault' smile.
Tossing the gun aside, Jack leaned against the table, pulling his yellow eyeguards off as well. "You should get back to sleep Yan."
“Surprisingly enough,” Ianto murmured, approaching Jack with something that couldn’t be described as anything but a slink in his step. “I can tell the difference between a lumpy pillow…” He reached Jack, pressing their bodies together, lips nearly brushing, “And firm muscles. Even while asleep.” He ran his hands over said muscles, pouting slightly at the layer of clothing between him and warm skin.
Jack chuckled, wrapping one arm around Ianto's waist. "Insatiable." Jack murmured, pressing his lips to Ianto's for a brief kiss. Fingers threading in between Ianto's Jack tugged, pulling Ianto from the gun gallery and back to his office.
"I've seen you on four hours of sleep before. I think last time you hissed at me." Jack mused ideally as he entered his room, his nose flaring a bit when he realised that it smelled of Ianto, sweat and sex. No wonder he hadn't been able to relax.
Grabbing some water for himself, he kissed Ianto before heading towards the door again. "If your going to make me stay in here with you, I at least need to run the lockdown procedures."
Ianto was tempted to point out that Jack had never minded him being insatiable before…but then there were lips against his, and he was never one to complain about that. He let Jack lead him back to his room, noticing the same smells Jack had. He stripped off his trousers, sliding into bed, wriggling around a bit until he’d made himself comfortable. Which happened to be with him curled up in a ball, tail covering his nose.
Eyes closed, he refused to let himself drift off, waiting until Jack came back to him. Any longer, and he’d go looking again.
Jack finished closing down the Hub, setting his wrist comm to alert him if any suspicious activity started. Ianto had also forgotten to feed Myfanwy (though how much of that was forgotten and how much of that was that the shadow of a large winged creature tended to make the cat part of Ianto hiss, Jack wasn't sure).
Myfanwy had normally been Ianto's responsibility, taking over after Suzie lost interest, but lately, Jack had felt the responsibility shift to him. Humming a tune that would not be thought up for at least 30 more centuries, Jack doled out Myfanwy's dinner, chuckling when she head butted him softly, demanding to be scratched at the back of her head.
"This I can do. I now have one that acts almost exactly like you." Jack chuckled and gave Myfanwy a final pat before heading back down to his office and sliding into bed alongside a curled up Ianto.
Ianto sniffed him, making a low noise of discontent in his throat. But then, it had been his job to feed Myfanway, and he’d been neglecting it recently. Unfolding his body, he pressed against Jack, headbutting Jack’s hand gently until he was being scratched behind the ears. That was better. Jack would smell of him now.
Jack laughed at Ianto, obliging him and petting him until he curled happily around Jack's body purring. Jack smile as Ianto gently nuzzled at him, his head tucked into the crook of Jack's neck.
"You do realise I know exactly what you're doing right?" Jack smirked at Ianto's guilty expression. "When you got, feline characteristics, we all did research..." Jack chuckled and nuzzled Ianto back, nipping at Ianto's ear.
Ianto continued to purr his approval, guilty expression slowly falling away.
“Well then, you’ll know why I’m doing it.” He murmured, nuzzling Jack sleepily, nails gently scratching at Jack’s scalp. He couldn’t get enough of this, of Jack’s hands on him, the comfort of Jack’s body against his.
Jack laughed, his hands coming up automatically where Ianto wanted him. Jack would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the warm press of a body next to his own. He wouldn't be lying though, if he said he hadn't expected it out of his male partners. Especially not Ianto.
"I do believe this change has turned you into a cuddle slut." Jack shifted a bit, trying to find a comfortable position, before letting Ianto curl back around him. Laughing quietly when his tail came around Jack's waist.
Purring happily, Ianto nuzzled Jack again, tilting his head to press a kiss against Jack’s shoulder.
“Is that a complaint, Jack? Because I can always go and find Tosh…” He grinned a little, both of them knowing that he wasn’t serious.
Jack shrugged and tightened his hold on Ianto's waist. "Just wasn't something I was really expecting from you is all." Jack pet Ianto absently as he felt the man's breathing even out, his own falling into sync as his mind finally relaxed enough to let his body get as close to sleep as possible.
The hours until morning ticked by, the time always going faster when Jack was with someone else then when he was forced to remain on his own. His wrist comm beeped at him that it wouldn't be too much longer before the others would start trickling in and as much as Ianto might enjoy the smell of sweat and sex, Jack doubted the others would quite as much.
Gently rolling away from Ianto again, his grip having gotten a bit looser during the night, Jack replaced himself with his pillow again, this time though, he wrapped his worn shirt around it so that it still smelled of him, wondering how long it would take Ianto this time.
Chuckling, Jack made his way down to the bathrooms as he mulled over Ianto's challenge.
Ianto made a soft noise as he was disturbed, tightening his grip on the pillow. He frowned, burying his face against it, a quiet ‘mrow’ of contentment escaping at the familiar scent of Jack. It kept him asleep for a while longer, but eventually he woke up. He couldn’t bring himself to move just yet, burrowing down under the covers, surrounded by himandJackandsexandwarmth.
Hearing Jack approach, he poked his head out of the mess of covers, hair dishevelled, eyes sleepy. He didn’t want to move, cocooned in warmth, and he was already working out if he could coax Jack back into bed.
Jack bent over and buried his face in Ianto's hair, nipping his ear like always before gently coaxing him out from underneath the warm covers. "I have a surprise for you." Jack mumbled, still fascinated with the way Ianto squirmed when he nibbled the tip of the ear in such a way.
"Lie down on the bed and close your eyes."
Ianto smiled, nuzzling at Jack happily as he was slowly coaxed out from underneath the covers. He arched an eyebrow, intrigued, but obediently lay down and closed his eyes. His hands curled loosely into the bedsheets, tail twitching a little nervously. He trusted Jack, but he couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned.
Jack set up his supplies down on the floor, a bit of warm water in a basin, a bit of soap, and one of the softest flannels he could find. If this didn't work, Jack didn't know what would.
Dousing half of the flannel in the warm water and soap, Jack began running it along Ianto's belly, smiling and knowing he may have found a solution when Ianto purred and writhed a bit on the bed.
Ianto tensed for a moment, the sound dissolving into a purr at the rough sensation of flannel against his skin…it felt like a tongue, licking him clean. He writhed happily, arching up into the slow swipes of Jack’s hand and the flannel across his skin. There was a look of utter bliss on his face, body twisting as he tried to invite more touches, more swipes of flannel against his skin.
Jack chuckled and smirked to himself, proud of his own ingenuity that had figured out the answer to Ianto's challenge. He quickly busied himself with the task at hand, kissing bits of skin whenever he had finished cleaning them off.
Smirking down at Ianto after finishing, Jack quickly pressed Ianto back into the mattress, whispering into his ear. "I think that means you owe me something later, Ianto Jones." Jack chuckled as he heard the Hub door opening, signaling someone's arrival. "Far left of the armoire, suit's in there for you." Jack nipped once more at an ear before pushing off the bed and back up to his office.
Ianto leaned up for a kiss, pouting as Jack moved away. He watched Jack leave, biting his lip to hide a smile as he remembered the promise he’d made last night. Well, he was sure he’d cope with that. Sliding out of the bed, he pulled a pinstripe suit out of the armoire, recognising it as one he’d left behind weeks before. He tried putting on the trousers, but his tail refused to behave, making them impossible to button.
Sighing, he took them off, looking around Jack’s drawers for a pair of scissors. Managing to cut a fairly neat slit in the seat of his trousers, he slid them on once more. Shirt, tie, and suit jacket followed, though he still felt a little restricted by the layers which were usually so reassuring.
Examining his appearance in the mirror, he turned, looking over his shoulder at the tail poking out of his suit. Well, it was better than wearing his trousers quite so low down. Pulling on socks and shoes, squirming a little, he made his way up into Jack’s office, just in time to see Owen looking up at him. He resisted the urge to poke his tongue out at the medic, brushing his hair flat with his hand as he walked, with all the dignity he could muster, down into the Hub.
Jack tried not to smile too much at Ianto as he came out of his office, looking like he had had a rough, but very full evening. Jack felt a particular swell of pride at the multitude of marks on Ianto's neck and couldn't stop himself from smirking.
"Yeah, yeah. Try to keep it in your pants while at work will you Captain?" Owen grumbled, swiveling in his chair and chomping on a pen cap.
"Oh but your turn was coming up so soon." Jack grinned accepting his coffee with his usual murmured thank you and waited for the latest catastrophe to hit.
Ianto smiled at the thanks; though, in truth, Jack had put the coffee on when people arrived. All he did was fill mugs up, add sugar and cream where needed. He handed mugs to the rest of the team, flushing a little when he reached Tosh’s desk. She was already lost in calculating rift patterns, but he laid her mug down on a spare patch of desk, along with three of the chocolate chip cookies she liked.
Owen, of course, noticed everything.
“Oi, how come Tosh gets special treatment?” He asked Ianto, sipping at his coffee.
“Because I kicked her out of bed with me and Jack last night, and I had to make up for it somehow.” Ianto smiled sunnily, leaving Owen to spray coffee across his desk, then look quizzically at the three of them as if he was trying to work out if Ianto was serious.
Jack choked on his coffee, glaring at Ianto as he knew it was timed just so.
"Tosh, continue calculating the rift numbers, see if you can discern a noticeable pattern in growth, Gwen and Owen-- I need your reports on the hypercube you found by today." Jack gave them his most serious Captain face and turned, heading back up to his own office to continue his own work.
Ianto put on his best innocent face, meeting Jack’s eye as he headed back up to his office. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, still not able to completely dispel that unease at being so formally dressed. He went about his daily business nonetheless, cleaning up as usual until Owen called on him.
Heading down to the medical area, he looked a little nervously at him.
“What now?” He walked in as Owen beckoned him closer, gesturing to the bench.
“Still trying to work out how exactly that machine changed you…and whether we can change you back…” Owen squinted at him, prodding his ear with what looked like a giant cotton wool bud.
Ianto jerked, hissing at him.
“D’you mind?” He snapped, edging away from Owen, not particularly motivated to be useful.
Jack was finishing up his own reports for Torchwood HQ when Owen came banging into his office. "I had a boyfriend who used to do that. He'd come storming into the room whenever he was upset or needed a fuck. Got kind of annoying but then you can imagine why I didn't mind so much."
"Oh shut up." Owen pouted, standing with his hands on his hips and looking much too gay for the heterosexual man he claimed to be. "I'm trying to continue my findings on that object that changed Ianto. He's being a pissy little fucker." Jack just raised an eyebrow and laughed.
"Yeah well, just come down and make him behave." The doctor grumbled. Jack nodded, finding this whole situation humorous and followed Owen down to the autopsy bay.
“Back so soon?” Ianto snapped, arms folded, tail twitching irritably. Owen just glared in response, picking up his trusty cotton bud again.
“Yeah, well, if you’d hold still this’d be over much quicker.” He muttered.
“Maybe if you’d given me some warning you were going to shove giant cotton buds in my ear, I wouldn’t be bloody squirming, would I?” By this point Ianto had shed his jacket, and even spotting Jack in the background wasn’t enough to calm him.
Jack shook his head and took Ianto's jacket, making sure to fold it just so, so it wouldn't be creased. "Owen says you're not cooperating." Jack accused playfully, looking at Ianto and not able to hold the stern expression as it quickly turned into a smirk.
"Just try and not scratch his eyes out, ok? We do sort of need him." Jack murmured, scratching at Ianto's ears, one hand curling around Ianto's tail as he tried to calm Ianto down enough to allow Owen to do his tests.
Ianto grumbled, but couldn’t help but settle down with Jack scratching behind his ears like that. He sighed, relaxing a little, even going so far as to kick off his shoes and lay down on the bench like Owen had asked him to. Well, ordered him to. Owen made a cursory inspection of his ears, glancing pointedly at Jack when murmuring into his recorder about bitemarks on Ianto’s ears.
“Right, get your kit off, then.” Owen looked up at Ianto, who looked utterly horrified at the prospect. “I need to see your tail properly, and I can’t through that suit.” The only thing that placated Ianto was that Owen looked as uncomfortable with the idea as he was.
Sighing, he carefully stripped off shirt, tie, and trousers, flushing slightly as he realised just how many marks Jack had left on his body.
Jack felt the flare of arousal low in his belly watching Ianto strip and stand naked for Owen to continue checking over. Jack couldn't keep the bit of pride out of his smirk at noticing all the marks he must have left on Ianto's body.
Unable to stop his hands, nor his mouth really, when it came to Ianto's naked skin, he let his hands settle around Ianto's hips as he pressed a kiss to Ianto's shoulder, followed by a quick nip as he watched Owen.
Ianto flushed a little more at Jack’s hands on his body, mouth against his shoulder.
“Jack…” He murmured warningly, trying to move away from those tempting hands.
“For fuck’s sake, Harkness…” Owen looked more than a little exasperated. “Bitemarks, scratches, stubblerash….can’t you keep your hands off him for five bloody minutes? He looks like he has mange!”
“He is sitting right here, Owen.” Ianto pointed out, glaring daggers at the doctor once more. “And it’s none of your bloody business.” Angry, his tail thrashed from side to side, making things even more difficult for Owen.
“Lie down on the bench on your front. I want to get a better look at this.” Owen muttered, scratching his head. He was trying to ignore the glances passing back and forth between Ianto and Jack, wondering if this was some kind of cruel and unusual punishment for his affair with Gwen.
Jack glared at Owen but backed off and away from Ianto for fear he just might go a bit too far at work (God knows they had already done enough to set tensions off enough). "I can keep my hands off of him, but why try?" Jack sat in the chair and tipped it back, smirking at Ianto.
"Just because I have a bit of an.. oral fixation." Jack gave Owen his best innocent expression when the man glared at him. Jack could hear Ianto snickering on the lab table at Owen's obvious discomfort.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all, Ianto thought. After all, making Owen feel uncomfortable was always fun. He folded his arms underneath his head, resting his cheek against his hand, watching Jack as Owen carefully examined his tail, and the point where tail and body met.
Jack grinned at Ianto and stretched in the chair, letting his body elongate a bit before resettling back into the confines of the chair. "So Owen, what are you looking for?"
"Abnormalities, whether his DNA has been shifted or if this is just a temporal thing... if we can just use the little device to turn him back into full human..." Owen grumbled, taking measurements of one thing and then another.
"And if we weren't able to change him back, would he be--"
"Would he be okay staying as a half-human, half-cat?" Owen's eyebrows raised, his scalpel in his mouth. "Only you Harkness." Returning to his task at hand, Owen finally answered him. "By all outward signs I believe so. But why you'd want to keep him so fussy-- Ow! Fuck Ianto!"
“Shouldn’t keep your scalpel so near your mouth then, should you?” Ianto smirked, tail still thrashing gently side to side. He glanced across at Jack, arching an eyebrow at Jack’s almost-question. They’d already had this conversation, hadn’t they? He quite liked the bonuses of feline senses…alright, the tail and the ears were a bit of a pain, and bathing had been a problem…but he’d adjust.
He laid back down on the bench, still watching Jack, as Owen finished off what he was doing. Crooking a finger at Jack, he beckoned him across, fingers looping through Jack’s braces and tugging him down for a kiss while Owen’s back was turned.
“Can I get up yet?”
Jack grinned and kissed Ianto back before peering over Ianto's pale back to see what Owen was doing. "Almost done..." Owen grumbled, pulling out another instrument and having Ianto flip over.
Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and watched Owen take Ianto's blood and hair samples. "I would ask for a semen sample as well but, I'm assuming you can attest to the human-like quality of sex then yes?" Jack grinned when Owen winced, his pen poised to write the answers.
"Oh yes. I asked him last night. Things on the whole are normal. I do believe he said that he can feel things a bit more, intimately and likes to be petted quite a bit more." Jack was enjoying this much more than he should and almost burst into laughter at Owen's mumbled "Of course he would turn into a sex kitten..."
Ianto couldn’t help but snicker as well, biting his lip to hide a smirk as his tail ‘somehow’ found its way between Jack’s legs, slowly sliding up and down the inside of Jack’s thigh.
“Well, you can’t exactly blame me, with the pheremones running around this place…” He moved, slipping off the bench and tugging his trousers back on. He quickly buttoned up his shirt, tie back in place, but his jacket he just picked up, sliding his shoes back on.
“Anything else you need to prod me with, Owen?” He murmured, wicked smirk still in place.
Owen blanched a bit and sneered at Ianto before packing up his supplies. "I think I liked you more when you wouldn't talk at all. The kitten is much too sassy." Jack grinned and pulled Ianto into his arms before he could do something damaging to Owen.
"Well that could be a symptom right? He is a bit more, er... outspoken and enthusiastic?" Jack tried to phrase Ianto's eagerness for certain things. Owen flashed him a look and Jack just shrugged, letting Ianto go.
Owen threw his hands in the air and stalked off, Jack pressing lips to Ianto's again. "Okay, stop distracting. We do have to occasionally do our jobs..." Jack admonished, his hands though were traveling back to Ianto's slim hips.
Ianto pouted a little.
“He started it.” He murmured gently, stepping closer as Jack’s hands framed his hips. Slender fingers hooked in Jack’s braces, Ianto tugged Jack even closer, purring softly. He tilted his face up, lips slightly parted, wordlessly requesting another kiss. He couldn’t keep his hands off Jack right now; that kiss from last night still had his head reeling, aching for more.
And besides, cats were supposed to want attention all the time.
Jack growled softly and gave in, kissing Ianto fiercely, nipping at his lips. Finding strength deep down to pull away, Jack finally let go of Ianto, smiling and heading back up to his office.
A shiver ran down Ianto’s spine at that low growl, melting under Jack’s kiss as he clung to the other man. He mewled a soft protest as Jack pulled away, but he didn’t try and stop him. Rolling up his sleeves a little, he looked around the autopsy bay, quietly cursing Owen for his extreme slobbishness.
It took him until lunchtime to get the place clean - to normal standards, anyway, it still felt horribly dirty to him - and he was just heading upstairs when Tosh looked up from her desk.
“Thought I might order from that new Japanese place that’s opened up down the Bay for lunch - d’you want to give me a hand? I’ll probably end up ordering God knows what.” He murmured, smiling gently at her. She blushed, but nodded, clearly pleased by the attention.
“I’ve got the menus upstairs, I’ll just let the others know. Might as well walk along and collect it ourselves, by the time they deliver.” He jogged over to Jack’s office, ducking inside.
“Tosh and I are just popping out for a bit. Get lunch for everyone.” He spotted a hat hanging on Jack’s coat stand, grinning as he picked it up. “Mind if I borrow this?” He popped the fedora on his head at a rakish angle, making sure his ears were covered.
Jack raised an eyebrow at Ianto when he said he was grabbing some lunch with Tosh but then, it made sense. And, the more Jack thought about it, the better the idea sat with him.
What with Owen chasing after Gwen and then Tosh's own lover wound up having to have a one way trip to the centre of the sun and recently he hadn't been making things any easier here at work to escape happy lovers. No, it was probably good for Tosh to have someone dote upon her.
“I’ll bring you back something later.” Ianto smiled mischievously, pulling Jack’s door shut behind him. He had a long woollen coat upstairs; that would do to cover the tail. Whistling quietly to himself, he met Tosh in the front office upstairs, pulling on his coat and flipping the sign on the door to ‘Closed’ before offering her his arm.
“I’m sorry about yesterday, Tosh…” He murmured, once small talk had died away into companionable silence.
“It’s fine, Ianto. Really.” She smiled, squeezing his arm. “You put on quite a show, for the rest of us. Nice to know someone’s getting some.” Ianto shook his head, leaning across to kiss her cheek.
“You shouldn’t be alone. You deserve to find someone, too.” He murmured, forgetting what he was going to say next when a stray scent caught his attention. He turned his head, sniffing the air, fighting to stop his tail from twitching underneath the coat. Great, just what he needed.
“Ianto?” Tosh was looking at him inquisitively, and Ianto realised that he must have been staring into space for a good few minutes.
“Sorry. It’s nothing. Come on.” He smiled, leading the way along to the restaurant. Of course, once there it didn’t take much to persuade Tosh that they might as well have lunch there, take food back for the others when they were done. Unfortunately, Ianto couldn’t stop squirming in his seat, ignoring the odd looks from people wondering why he hadn’t taken his hat or his coat off.
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Jack frowned at his empty coffee mug and willed it to fill itself, but it didn't automatically refill itself with a glare like it normally did when Ianto was there. It seemed Ianto had a sixth sense that alerted him whenever there was an empty coffee cup anywhere in the Hub that needed immediate refilling.
Sighing and pushing away from his desk, Jack grabbed his cup and headed over to the kitchenette, whistling as he made coffee himself.
"So, Umm..." Gwen was never one to have a loss for words, this wasn't going to bode well for when she finally found words. "Did you and Ianto, with ... Tosh...?" It seemed Gwen was going to try to go the obtuse route. Unfortunately, Jack knew what she was hinting at.
"Ianto and Tosh and I..." Jack said, as if he didn't understand where she was going with this.
Gwen flushed and looked at the mug in her hands, refusing to look Jack in the eye. "Did you two do stuff with Tosh last night?" Jack caught just the faintest hint of jealousy on Gwen's face and chuckled. "No, we didn't do anything with Tosh."
He smiled as Gwen looked relieved. "Though we were about to..." Jack finished, walking away from Gwen and back to his office.
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“Ianto…are you sure you’re ok?” Tosh looked at him over their food, worry on her face. Ianto hadn’t stopped wriggling the whole time they’d been sat down. “Is it…” She looked around, leaned closer, whispered, “Is it a cat thing?”
Ianto nodded, looking uncomfortable and more than a little embarrassed.
“I uh…” He blushed. “There’s a female cat somewhere near here in heat.” He shifted again. “Made me feel kind of…um…on edge.” Tosh blinked at him, before starting to giggle.
“You mean aroused?” She gasped out through her laughter. Ianto had to see the funny side, smiling at her as he nodded.
“Yes. Thank you for your understanding, Toshiko. It’s much appreciated.” He drawled, pushing the rest of his food aside.
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"Where is Ianto?" Owen spun in his rolling chair again, after annoying Gwen had failed and he realised that he would never make it to the paper-ball-throwing-into-the-bin Olympics (small crumpled up bits of paper littered the floor of the hub). "Jack where are Ianto and Tosh?" Owen shouted up to Jack, hoping to get a response.
"He could be out shagging her behind the hub, us sitting her starving and you not even caring."
Jack didn't bother to look up from his paperwork. "I sure hope he is."
On to Chapter Five