Cold Steel Jack/Ianto MPREG PG
Title: Cold Steel
Raiting: PG
Warnings: MPREG, but I mean come on...this fandom's full of it! and CRACK!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, that'd be RTD and BBC...*le sigh*...and even if I did, this would be cannon.
Summary: Jack and Ianto are held as prisioners at the worst possible time.
Speical Thanks: ericadawn16 sadly cannot be blamed for this fit of madness, nor did she influence this directly. Scarrily enough this is my own idea I didn't mooch from our discussions. It came to me in the mid morning madness of brushing my teeth. And for betaing...yeah, can't forget that...that's important.
Author's notes: Damn. I don't want to explain this one.
“Fuck!” Jack kicked the door, his temper raging; his voice echoing off the steel walls. Leave it to him to fall victim to intergalactic grudges. So he bedded the wrong girl at the wrong time from the wrong family, was this really necessary? He turned back to Ianto his anger spent, and gathered the younger man in his arms.
“Are you okay baby?” he asked kissing his lips chastely. Ianto swayed on his feet grimacing slightly, swallowing the pain. Jack’s grip tightened, instantly worried as he looked down into Ianto’s calm almost apologetically warm smile. He reached his hand to rest on Jack’s cheek.
“I hope so.”
Jack slowly shook his head.
“Oh no, no, nononononono no,” Jack said. “Not here, Ianto,” It was comical the way Jack eyes were the size of saucers. Ianto nodded.
“Yes Jack,” Ianto nodded while Jack shook his head. “Here,” He gasped suddenly gripping the lapels of The Captain’s coat. Jack panicked, freezing up like a deer caught in headlights.
“And you’re going to be,” he gasped again, cursing through his teeth. He looked up and gave Jack an almost false grin in all its brightness. “A wonderful father,” he concluded.
Jack fainted.
Raiting: PG
Warnings: MPREG, but I mean come on...this fandom's full of it! and CRACK!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, that'd be RTD and BBC...*le sigh*...and even if I did, this would be cannon.
Summary: Jack and Ianto are held as prisioners at the worst possible time.
Speical Thanks: ericadawn16 sadly cannot be blamed for this fit of madness, nor did she influence this directly. Scarrily enough this is my own idea I didn't mooch from our discussions. It came to me in the mid morning madness of brushing my teeth. And for betaing...yeah, can't forget that...that's important.
Author's notes: Damn. I don't want to explain this one.
“Fuck!” Jack kicked the door, his temper raging; his voice echoing off the steel walls. Leave it to him to fall victim to intergalactic grudges. So he bedded the wrong girl at the wrong time from the wrong family, was this really necessary? He turned back to Ianto his anger spent, and gathered the younger man in his arms.
“Are you okay baby?” he asked kissing his lips chastely. Ianto swayed on his feet grimacing slightly, swallowing the pain. Jack’s grip tightened, instantly worried as he looked down into Ianto’s calm almost apologetically warm smile. He reached his hand to rest on Jack’s cheek.
“I hope so.”
Jack slowly shook his head.
“Oh no, no, nononononono no,” Jack said. “Not here, Ianto,” It was comical the way Jack eyes were the size of saucers. Ianto nodded.
“Yes Jack,” Ianto nodded while Jack shook his head. “Here,” He gasped suddenly gripping the lapels of The Captain’s coat. Jack panicked, freezing up like a deer caught in headlights.
“And you’re going to be,” he gasped again, cursing through his teeth. He looked up and gave Jack an almost false grin in all its brightness. “A wonderful father,” he concluded.
Jack fainted.