Another Life by a_silver_story | Part 16
Title: Another Life
Chapter: 16 | ??
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Alternate Universe, Romance
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe.
Warnings: A bit of angst, and some tentacles and d/c in the future.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Ianto finds himself heartbroken and alone, but eventually learns that no matter what point in Captain Jack Harkness' life he finds himself, they will always fall in love.
Torchwood Index/Masterlist
First Part
Another Life
Another Life XVI
Ianto woke up to feel Giacomo squirming against him, restless. Sleepily, he poked the child and mumbled at him to keep still through gritted teeth.
“I can't,” Giacomo complained, wriggling again.
“Mmmf,” replied Ianto. “Try - for me?”
Little Jack sighed, and obediently closed his eyes, though he made little effort to actually relax. He turned onto his side, then onto his front. He flopped onto his back, then rolled onto his side again. He curled up into a ball, then stretched out, then tossed himself onto his back again. “Can't,” he moaned eventually, and Ianto sighed, prising his eyes open.
“What time is it?”
Giacomo shrugged. “Can't tell time yet.”
Ianto rubbed his face, lifting the Captain's arm from his waist as he sat up, Giacomo sitting up with him. “Wanna get some breakfast?” Ianto asked him. He nodded enthusiastically, already half way out of bed as Ianto slowly and groggily dragged himself from the warmth of Jack's embrace.
His chest wound twinged, and he hissed slightly, glancing up at Giacomo stood lingering in the doorway to the hospital room. He watched him for a moment as he peered out into the corridor, in search of his next meal, and as he turned back to Ianto with a grin on his face. “C'mon!” he urged, beckoning Ianto out of bed. “I'm hungry,” he whined, and he rubbed his belly.
Ianto smiled affectionately, standing up and standing beside him, stroking his hair. He crouched down in front of him. “You know I love you, Giacomo?”
Little Jack giggled. “I love you, too.”
“Give me a cuddle,” Ianto said, holding his arms out and squeezing his little body close. “Y'know … just because things are changing doesn't mean any of us love you any less, and just because Rhys might not be able to visit as much as he or you or I want him to doesn't mean he won't love you more than anything in the entire Universe. You know that, don't you?”
Giacomo mumbled something affirmative into his shoulder, though Ianto had a feeling he was being given the 'yes' he needed to hear simply because Giacomo knew he needed to hear it. He would have to think of some way to make Giacomo believe it, too.
“Now,” Ianto declared. “Breakfast!”
“Hmmnfffnothungwrymfmmf ….”
Ianto turned to the strange sounds emanating from the bed. “Hung over?” he asked the Captain.
“Don't put food near me,” he groaned, and turned over.
“What's hungover?” asked Little Jack as they wandered hand in hand towards the nurses' station.
“It's when you've had too much alcohol to drink, and your head and stomach pain and ache the next morning. Well … I say head and stomach. Sometimes your whole body aches, and it's not pleasant.”
“So … why do people drink alcohol if it makes you feel so bad?”
“Because when you initially drink it, you get drunk.”
“What does being drunk feel like?”
“Erm … well … depends who you are, I suppose.”
“What does it feel like for you?”
“I … it's been that long, I don't think I can properly remember,” realised Ianto. As soon as he was done with the course of painkillers, he was going to have to rectify this situation. Preferably with Rhys, and preferably with Lord of the Rings involvement. “Nurse,” he called when they approached the station. “Could you possibly find us some breakfast?” he asked, indicating himself and Giacomo. Giacomo had hidden behind his leg again, but half poked out to smile sheepishly at the cat nurse.
“Aww certainly,” she smiled. “What would you like, sir?”
“Hmm … what shall we have Jack?”
“Full English!”
Ianto raised an eyebrow.
“... please?” he added.
Ianto smiled at the nurse, and she told him she'd send a full breakfast and a child-sized portion to the room..
“Um … ma'am?” piped up Little Jack, and nurse smiled at him kindly. “Could we have a Harper Patch? My Dad is hungover.”
She gave a small laugh, then turned behind her to a set of grey metal drawers. She took out a little square that Ianto would have assumed was a plaster, then remembered one of his first mornings in flat 007, when Rhys had sent Giacomo to him with a little patch for his wrist.
The nurse gave the patch to Ianto, and they made their way back, Giacomo grasping his hand again, and crept back into the room.
Jack groggily raised his head to see who was disturbing him, and slumped back into his pillows as Ianto and Giacomo became clear in his fogged brain. “Never drinking again,” he mumbled, turning over.
“The amount of times I've heard that one,” Ianto said, rolling his eyes at Giacomo and helping him up to sit on the bed.
“Morning!” called an overly-bright voice, and Ianto groaned as he looked up to find Captain John leaning casually in the doorway.
“Morning!” grinned Giacomo. “We're waiting for breakfast.”
“Mm,” agreed Ianto.
“What're you having?” asked John, his demeanour changing a little as he moved to sit in the chair by the bed and talk to Jack.
“Full English,” Giacomo told him.
“What's in your Full English?”
“Mushrooms, hash browns, tomatoes, bacon, sausage ….” reeled off Giacomo.
“Ugggghhhshuddup'boutfood ….” groaned the Captain, once again returning to the land of the living now that sickening things such as fried breakfasts were being discussed.
John sniggered. “Bit of a hangover?”
“Whatyoudoinhere?”
Ianto rolled his eyes, and remembered the Harper Patch. He peeled it from its wrapper, took Jack's wrist and stuck it on. A few minutes later, Jack was feeling much better, even going so far as to attempt to sit up. “Thanks,” he mumbled, watching the patch on his wrist. “God bless Doctor Harper ....”
Ianto winced at the name, though inwardly laughed at the idea of a hangover patch branded 'Doctor Harper' - Owen would have loved that. He was more than certain.
Giacomo crawled into the Captain's lap as he moved to sit cross-legged just behind Ianto, and he snuggled his little head into his father's chest.
“So where's mummy?” asked John, and Jack gave him a very sharp and meaningful glare. “Ah … never mind ….”
Jack cleared his throat. “How much do you remember from last night?” he asked John.
John smiled distantly. “Enough,” he replied evasively. “You?”
Jack frowned. “I remember … there was lots of swirling gold light - did we have indoor fireworks?”
“No,” frowned Ianto.
“That'll be from when the Doctor showed you your buried memories,” John explained.
“I remember ….” continued Jack. “There was … Till and Rhys … and Giacomo was drawing in the corner … and he drew me as an orange and black blob,” he scowled.
Giacomo giggled. “Rhys told me to!”
“I'm not orange. I'm tanned.”
Giacomo pursed his lips to stop himself laughing. The Captain tried to speak again, but he was cut off by Little Jack and a sharp whisper of 'ORANGE!'.
Jack pushed him playfully off his lap. “If you can't be nice to me, you can't sit on my lap!” he pouted, and Giacomo giggled harder as Jack's attempts at 'pushing' changed quickly to 'tickling'.
“NO no no NO no no no NO NO NONONONONO!” squealed Little Jack, laughing and laughing and kicking Big Jack away as best he could. “Tickles!” he yelled through the laughing. “Tickles!!”
Ianto and John watched them, both smiling, though John's expression seemed a little troubled. Ianto realised he was probably a little jealous - he now had everything John had wanted, and Jack was happier than either of them had seen him in a long time now that he was playing with Little Jack.
The scent of hot breakfast wafted through to them, and Jack even paused tickling Giacomo to inhale the aroma. "Mmmmm ... smells good ...." he drooled as the trolley and nurse entered with the breakfasts. He watched hungrily as Ianto and Little Jack perched on the edge of the bed to use the trolley as a table, and both he and John took it in turns to steal sausages or bacon when Ianto or Giacomo weren't paying enough attention. Ianto caught John trying to steal a bit of Little Jack's and attacked him with his fork, and while he was distracted lost a sausage in the process.
Giacomo secretly let John have one of his rashers of bacon while Ianto was glaring at Jack.
Eventually, the Captain yawned and stretched, checking his watch. "I need to go up and get dressed. The surveyor is coming in just over an hour," he sighed. He stroked Giacomo's hair as he snuggled back into the bed, sleepy now that he was full. Ianto found himself yawning as well, the damn things being so contagious.
Jack pulled on his normal clothes from the day before - his suit neatly stored away in its plastic bag and box - and kissed Ianto and the now dozing Giacomo on the heads before he turned to John, pointing a threatening finger. "You," he growled. "had better behave."
John gave him his best innocent expression in response, and with a tut Jack left the room, hurrying upstairs to his own shower and wardrobe. Ianto cleared his throat. "What do you want, John?"
"Had an interesting snippet of pillow talk this morning," John began. "Did you know the Doctor visited you in your little domestic future before he came back here?"
Ianto cleared his throat. "No. No I didn't - and he clearly hasn't mentioned it for good reason."
"Jack is unnervingly unblinking when he lies, too," replied John coolly.
Ianto shifted his gaze, and stared down at his hands.
"Look - Ianto," sighed John, addressing him by his name. "I don't know what leads up to it, and I can't pretend to be an authority on psychopaths or whatever ...."
Ianto stared at him, partly horrified, partly very, very angry. "He's not a psychopath," he muttered. "... unlike you," he added.
"I repeat: whatever. But you have to tell Jack. You have to tell him - it will break his heart to find out, but in the end it is him that carries the blame - and unless you tell him, you won't be able to stop the chain of events that led up to Wednesday night."
"Get out," glared Ianto. "Don't you dare try and tell me what to do! Get out!"
"Ianto - I'm trying to help! Listen to me!"
"You don't have any idea what you're talking about! I can ... I can change it. I can change it - and he won't hurt me."
"It'll never work, Ianto!" John growled as he was shoved bodily through the door. "I'll tell him if you won't!"
"You ... you wouldn't dare!" spat Ianto. "I ... if you ... if you even hint at what happened, I'll tell him all about Gray!"
John glared at him, and Ianto glared right back.
"Fine," huffed John. "Since you clearly don't value your own life, I won't tell Jack, and everything can go full circle. Good luck, Eye-Candy!"
Ianto shut the door and snapped the blinds down, returning to the bed and climbing under the covers. He wrapped himself protectively around Little Jack's sleeping form and squeezed his eyes shut.
~*~*~*~
"Daddy?"
Ianto instantly sensed he was about to be asked some difficult questions. "Yes?"
"Can I have a little sister?"
Ahhh ... buggeration. "Erm ... we'll see?" he offered.
"Please," he begged. "I'll be really good, and I promise to look after her properly."
"Erm ... I ... I can't ... erm ... we'll talk about this later, okay?"
"Should I ask Dad?"
"Oh dear God no ...."
"Why?"
"Because he's ... erm ... easily persuaded."
Giacomo was sat on the edge of the bed as Ianto was lacing up his shoes. It had been nearly a week since the attack now, and Ianto was finally, finally, finally allowed to go home. Rhys had started bringing Giacomo down pretty much every day to keep him company, and he was relishing the attention Ianto was doling out on him.
The Captain would visit in the evenings, and usually fell asleep in Ianto's arms, exhausted from the excessive stress his days had become.
The police had questioned everyone Ianto knew - even Mr. Turnbull and Till - but still were no closer to identifying his attacker. They had to concede that they were momentarily stumped, and an investigation into possible artificial intelligence having been used as a weapon was underway.
Ianto had kept quiet, nodding politely and thanking the inspector for all his hard work.
"If I get a sister, can we call her Molly?" Giacomo was asking as he hopped down from the bed, ready to walk back home with Ianto.
"I didn't say you were getting a sister ...." sighed Ianto.
"You said that if I asked Dad, he'd say yes," reasoned Giacomo. "So can we call her Molly? Or Kitty? Matilda?"
"Giacomo, that's enough," Ianto said firmly. "Now hold my hand while we walk in the corridors - we don't want you to get lost, do we?"
Giacomo obeyed, skipping a little as they walked along. Ianto signed himself out of the hospital, thanking all the nursing and medical staff, and they carried on, heading towards the stairs. They climbed up and up and up and up, finally reaching the top of the stairs. Giacomo had begged to be carried most of the way, and was now huffy he'd had to climb the whole staircase himself. Ianto did feel a little sorry for him - he only had little legs and little lungs - but he struggled enough with the stairs as it was without the weight of an extra little person to bear.
They approached the top landing, and Ianto felt suddenly nervous. His gait slowed, and Giacomo carried on ahead of him for a moment before realising he'd left Ianto behind.
Ianto's breath came quick, sharp and painful, and for once it wasn't just the stairs that was affecting his rate of respiration. He blinked hard, and stopped, leaning one hand on the wall for support as he tried to get his breathing under control.
"Daddy?"
"I ... I'm okay ..." he managed. "Just ... go and get the Captain. Quickly, love."
Giacomo paled and quickly ran the rest of the way up the stairs, and Ianto listened to his little feet tapping on the corridor as he ran towards Jack's office. His mind flashed back - heels tapping on the stairs, blood all around him, matting his hair, soaking his suit, dribbling and dripping down the stairwell ....
He bloody hoped someone had cleaned it all up properly, because if there was a stain, heads would roll ....
Ianto snapped back to the present when he heard the Captain's black boots approaching, and he glanced up to see Jack hurrying down the steps, Little Jack in his arms and both of them looking worried.
"I told you I'd fetch you this afternoon," sighed Jack, setting Giacomo down and pulling Ianto into a hug.
"I needed to ... to get out," Ianto mumbled into his shoulder.
"Can I have a hug, Dad?" Giacomo asked, somewhere by their feet.
"In a moment. Ianto needs a hug first," explained Jack.
Giacomo folded his arms, and pouted.
Ianto pulled away from the Captain, biting his lip. "Give him a hug, Jack. Kiddies always need hugs and cuddles first, don't they, Giacomo?"
"Yay!" grinned Little Jack, and held his arms up. Jack frowned at Ianto, but lifted Giacomo up into a cuddle anyway. Ianto raised his eyes back up to the landing at the top of the stairs, and it seemed to loom ominously above him rather than being the welcome relief from the climb it used to be.
"Ianto - it'll be fine," Jack assured him, settling Giacomo onto his hip and offering his free hand for Ianto to hold. Ianto gripped it firmly, and allowed Jack to lead him up, staring unblinkingly straight ahead. If he hurt Jack as his grip tightened, he didn't say, and in the end Jack had to practically drag Ianto past the place he'd been found. "I found it hard the first few times, too," the Captain muttered quietly. Ianto nodded in response, deciding that replying and opening his mouth would make the queasy feeling in his stomach turn to full-blown nausea, causing him to throw up in the corridor.
He felt much better once he got to Jack's office, taking in deep breaths. "I hate PTSD," he groaned. "I know it's fine - I know nothing is going to happen ... but ...."
"I know," Jack told him soothingly, setting Little Jack down in his big office chair and giving Ianto another hug. Giacomo pushed off the desk to spin the chair a little, sitting on it cross-legged. "Shall I spin you?" offered Jack.
"Yay!" grinned Giacomo, gripping the arms of the chair, ready.
Ianto groaned. "Just don't make him sick, Jack," he warned. "Coffee?" he offered.
"Ooo yes please!" beamed the Captain.
"Hot chocolate?" Ianto offered Giacomo.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!" he squealed as Jack spun him.
"Not too fast, Jack. If he flies off and hurts himself ...." he trailed off, leaving the threat open, and concentrated on his coffee machine. He noticed with distaste that someone had attempted to use it while he'd ben in hospital - in fact, they'd had several attempts - and not once had it been cleaned. He set to work, methodically andcarefully cleaning the whole thing inside and out.
He poked his head around the door when the sounds of Giacomo squealing had stopped, only to find the Jacks had got bored and were now sat on opposite sides of the desk arm wrestling.
"Let him win a couple of times," Ianto rolled his eyes.
"Why?" pouted Jack. "He needs to learn how to lose," he pointed out.
Ianto smirked. "So do you - you're arm wrestling a five-year-old."
Giacomo scowled. "I'm not five! I'm nearly six!"
Giving a small laugh, Ianto left them to it, returning to his coffee machine and sighing. He listened to their muffled voices as he began brewing up the coffee, crouching to get a pan to heat up the milk. He made the three hot drinks carefully, trying to create the most perfect cups of coffee and hot chocolate for the two most important people in the Universe to him.
He carried them out on his tray and set them on the desk, urging Giacomo to get up so he could sit in the chair while he sat on his knee.
"Dad was telling me about the tunnels outside," Giacomo said, sipping his hot chocolate.
Ianto felt himself pale as Little Jack mentioned them. "Oh ... you ... what did he say?"
"That the tunnels go underground to the corner of the building, just under the foundation, and that whoever dug it was going to put a bomb there. The corner is the weakest bit, so it would take the whole part of the building with it - like what happened with my school."
Ianto was feeling queasy. "You shouldn't be telling him about ... about that," he said, suddenly no longer feelign like coffee and pushing Giacomo off his knee so he could go and empty it down the sink.
Jack followed him, telling Little Jack to stay where he was. "Why?"
"He's five! He barely understands the concept of ... of murder."
"After last Wednesday, I'd say he understands it pretty well."
"Well he shouldn't," scowled Ianto.
"Besides," shrugged Jack. "It's good physics, and he learnt something about architecture."
Ianto sighed, rubbing his face. "If I don't make a big deal about it, he probably won't pay too much attention anyway," he muttered. "I just think ... he's five. Sometimes you talk to him about stuff and ... he's not an adult, y'know?"
"It's not like he's asking me where babies come from," smirked Jack.
"Oh god - he asked me."
Jack sniggered into his coffee. "Really?"
"Yeah - when I was putting him to bed and you were pissed. And he asked me for a little sister this morning. I don't even want to consider how to tell him that you and I can't actually make him one ...."
"A little sister, eh?"
Ianto took a moment to interpret his tone, then his eyes widened. "Ohhhhhh no. No, no, no. One is enough - and we've only been legally partnered for a week!"
"I know," grumbled Jack. "and I still haven't been allowed to deflower my bride."
"I was not the bride," huffed Ianto, setting his mug on the draining board.
Jack said nothing.
"Dad? Daddy?"
Jack and Ianto both waited for Giacomo to continue, poking his little head around the door into the kitchen from the office.
"There's a knock on the door!" he exclaimed, a little wide-eyed and unsure what to do about it.
Jack sighed, and brushed his fingers through his hair as he walked past him to get to the door. He opened it, and grinned at whoever was on the other side. He stepped back, allowing a tall blonde woman carrying a little brown-haired baby on her hip to enter the office, a little blonde girl wandering in behind her - Ianto recognised her as the girl he had found in the wreckage of the school rooms a few months ago. He had met Elaine briefly afterwards, and in her post-giving birth state had insisted on naming her new little boy 'Ian' in honour of Ianto.
"How do you do?" Ianto asked, reeling a little, and hardly able to take his eyes from the baby in her arms. Little baby Ian - Jack's youngest child. He offered out his hand, and she shook it gently.
"Who's this?" she asked of Giacomo, who had returned to his default position behind Ianto's leg.
"Introduce yourself, Giacomo," Ianto urged, and he stepped forward a little further.
"Good afternoon. My name is Giacomo and I'm pleased to meet you," he murmured.
"I'm pleased to meet you, too, Giacomo. This is Annabel - are you going to introduce yourself, Annabel?"
"Hi," she said, just as shyly. She and Giacomo returned to hiding behind their respective adults' legs.
Elaine smiled affectionately. "Annabel's in the year above Giacomo, aren't you love? Now - why don't you two go and play while us adults talk?"
"Ummm ..."
"Giacomo has some colouring things - I'll fetch them," Jack smiled, darting into the kitchen to retrieve the tin of crayons and the pads of paper.
Elaine smiled at Ianto. "I'm guessing from your rather shocked expression, you didn't know I was coming?" she observed.
"I ... erm ... no. Jack invited you?"
"He did," she nodded.
"Oh ... right. Erm ... do you want to sit down? I could bring a pillow up if you want feto put the little one down? Would you like coffee? Hot chocolate?"
She laughed. "A pillow would be lovely, Ianto," she was saying as Jack re-entered the room. He hesitated with a raised eyebrow. "So I can put Ian down," she explained with a laugh.
"I'll hold him!" Jack grinned, giving Ianto the box of crayons and holding his arms out and taking the baby. He was a lot bigger than when Ianto had last seen him, and could very nearly hold his own head up. Jack held him securely in one arm, moving his brown hair out of his face with the other.
Ianto took Giacomo and Annabel over to the corner, and they sat on the floor as Ianto handed out paper and crayons. "Remember to share," he told them as they both dived for the blue crayon. He nipped down to the living room to fetch a large cushion just in case, then set it on the desk as he sat down. Jack was in his chair, smiling down at Ian and stroking his nose as Ian stared back at him in wonder.
"He's beautiful ...." murmured Jack. "Isn't he beautiful?"
Elaine cleared her throat. "So ... what did you want to see us for?" she asked.
Ianto leant forward a little. He'd like to know that too.
Jack cleared his throat, carefully lying Ian down on the cushion in the middle of the desk. He gurgled a little, then fell quiet.
"As you know," began Jack solemnly, and Ianto had the distinct impression he had been practicing this in his head. "On Friday, a surveyor came to value our buildings and property, and since then the Senate has decided ... well ... they're ... they're shutting us down."
Ianto felt his mouth drop open. "But ... they ... they can't!"
"They've decided to do what they did in Cairo. Random pairings for unmarried adults, and if children don't have biological parents they go to orphanages."
Ianto couldn't speak, but Elaine seemed to have a much more level head. She didn't seem quite so shocked by the Senators' decision. "How long before we have to move out?"
"They'll be shifting us in blocks," sighed Jack, rubbing his face. "A hundred at a time, as far as I can gather. Each hundred will be shipped off to different parts of the planet to live in either tower blocks or shared houses."
"Bastards," she scowled, under her breath. "What's going to become of us, eh? Factory workers. That's all they want ... cheap labour ...."
"Anyway," Jack sighed. "In recognition of the fact I've worked so hard here for the greater good blah blah blah blah, I've been offered a pretty good job and a home in Newchester, as well as a holiday home in New Warrington. I figured that Ianto, Giacomo and I would obviously live in Newchester, and you, Angelica, Annabel and Ian could live in New Warrington."
"Annabel isn't biologically mine or Angelica's," Elaine told him worriedly.
Jack closed his eyes for a second. "I can talk to someone," he assured her. "Don't worry. Ideally I'd like to persuade them that the kids need to stay with who they've got now but ... all I can do is try."
They glanced over at Annabel and Giacomo, smiling as Annabel posed while Little Jack attempted to draw her. He thus far had a green circle with long, yellow spirals for hair, a big, red smile dominating most of the picture. He also had his tongue poking out in concentration.
Ian gurgled on his pillow, stealing the Captain's attention back. Jack grinned at him and tickled his tummy, smiling wider as he laughed and squirmed and kicked. "Wanna hold 'im?" he asked Ianto, and Ianto blinked.
"Erm ... okay?" he replied, not entirely sure why he would be wanting to hold such a delicate and breakable thing that liked to squirm and dribble and throw up.
Jack lifted him carefully and carried him around the desk, settling him in Ianto's arms gently and kissing his soft forehead. "He's got my eyes, hasn't he?" Jack was saying, and Ianto examined the warm, pink, pudgy thing in his arms to find he was being examined right back.
"Erm ... they're ... blue," he observed, though couldn't really honestly say any part of the baby resembled either of his parents. He never really thought any babies did until they were a little older, if he was honest. Maybe it was because his initial maternal instincts extended only to adults who acted like children, rather than children themselves - knowing he might be getting it wrong with Giacomo kept him awake at night.
Ian's hand reached up towards his face, grabbing at him while Jack called Giacomo over to have a look. Elaine was cooing at Ian, allowing his little fist to close around her finger and jiggling his arm around a little bit. Ianto shifted in his chair, not quite so enamoured as to melt into the puddles of goo currently surrounding him.
Giacomo peered into Ianto's arms. "He's pink," he scowled. "and fat."
Ianto laughed. "You were pink and fat once, Jack. He'll get bigger."
"I wanted a sister though," he whined.
Ianto's face was probably priceless. "We're ... we're not keeping him! He's ... he's staying with his mam, isn't he, Jack? He's staying with his mam. Not with us."
Jack cleared his throat. "That's the other thing I wanted to discuss - I want Ian to stay with us during his summer holidays."
"Right ... erm ... and ... erm ...."
"I want a sister," Giacomo repeated.
"I heard you first time, loud and clear," Ianto replied while Elaine 'awwwwed' over Little Jack. He glanced up at the Captain to try and gauge his expression, and found himself groaning. "Jack ...." he warned. "Don't encourage him."
Jack smirked playfully, then held his arms out to take Ian back. Instantly the baby started screaming and yelling.
"My cue to leave!" joked Jack, but held on to him anyway, cuddling him close and shushing him.
"He's probably tired," sighed Elaine. "We'd better get going, come on Annabel ...." she said as she took the baby back.
After they'd said their goodbyes, and Giacomo had insisted Annabel take the drawing he'd done of her, Ianto turned to Jack and glared.
"You decided all this without me?"
"All what?" frowned Jack.
"Ian, staying for his summer holidays. What about before he starts school?"
"Weekends, I was thinking."
"Oh ... you were, were you?"
"He's my child!"
"I know ... but ... I thought we were partners? Aren't we supposed to be navigating our way through legally bound lives? One week in and you're making important decisions without me!"
"Nothing's concrete!" Jack insisted.
Ianto folded his arms, quirking an eyebrow.
Jack sighed, folding his own arms. "I'll let you draw up the timetable, if it makes you happy. Hell - we'll have family meetings and discuss things via committee."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ianto's eyes narrowed. "Honestly, Jack! This isn't working out a rota for chores, this has a massive effect on all our lives!"
"... and I wanted a sister!" Giacomo piped up.
Ianto held his tongue, and turned to Giacomo. "I think it's Rhys' turn to look after you for a bit, isn't it?" he said. "C'mon - I'll take you down."
He gave the Captain a quick kiss goodbye and assured him he'd be back soon, got halfway down the corridor, stopped, and turned back. He ran his fingers through his hair and bit his lip.
"What's wrong?" asked Giacomo.
"I ... erm ...." mumbled Ianto. "Maybe ... maybe the Captain should ... take you downstairs ...."
"Why?"
"My ... uh ... my wound is still sore and ... going up and down all the stairs ...."
"I can go on my own."
Ianto's heart nearly stopped in his chest. "Go on your - Giacomo! Don't say things like that! You tryna ... tryna ..." He glanced over at the landing and cleared his throat. "Never mind. Erm ... I'm sure the Captain will keep his eyes on you long enough to make sure you're safe."
Ianto knocked and walked into the office, made his excuses about his wound and sat on the settee downstairs with his head in his hands, waiting for Jack to return. He seemed to take forever, and Ianto zoned out as he stared into space, not noticing Jack was with him until he felt an arm settle around him and pull him close. At least he understands without me having to tell him ... he thought.
"It'll get better," Jack assured him.
"Mmm," agreed Ianto, his fingers digging into his palms a little. Jack took one of his hands gently and uncurled his fingers, kissing his temple.
"You know what's really wrong with me?" Ianto sighed, and Jack gave him a questioning frown. "Sexual frustration."
Jack's frown turned upside down. "Ya think? It's been over a week ...."
Ianto let out a sound of surprise as he suddenly found a heavy weight throwing itself at him, his oxygen supply cut off as a mouth was forced on his and hands and fingers ran through his hair and over his body, everywhere at once. He squirmed a little, his fingers clutching the back of Jack's shirt as strong thighs held him down.
The lips moved from his mouth to his neck, and Ianto gasped as teeth nipped down. Using one arm, he pushed them off the couch and they landed with a thud on the floor. Jack still had his head in Ianto's neck and took a moment to notice, grinning up at Ianto once the confusion in his slow brain was sorted and wrapping his legs around him tight, using arms to crush him to his chest. The Captain was ravenous, accidentally ripping buttons from Ianto's shirt and tugging almost uselessly at his belt.
Eventually Ianto had to prise him off in the interest of survival rather than rational thought. He managed to disentangle himself, dragging Jack up with him as he stood and tugging on his hand, lead him through to the bedroom. No sooner had they hit the mattress than Jack had managed to get their lower halves naked, lying on their sides with feet at opposite ends of the bed, sucking each other off.
Ianto moaned around Jack's cock as he felt his own slipping down into the Captain's neck, large hands squeezed his buttocks, fingers pressing over his hole. He came with a gentle moan, and was vaguely aware of Jack's come filling his mouth, making him swallow on instinct. He came back down and disentangled himself, lying so that he could kiss Jack languidly as his nerves recovered.
“Remember ….” Jack tried to say, but was cut off by Ianto kissing him again. “Remember Rhys gave us two gifts, right?”
“Mmmf?” replied Ianto, pressing their mouths together again and finding himself being gently pushed back by a hand on the chest.
“I had a sneaky peak,” Jack admitted. He opened the bedside cabinet and pulled out a silver bottle with a press-pump top. There was no label that Ianto could see.
“What is it?” he asked with a frown.
“Definitely Till's idea,” smirked Jack. “Rhys probably had no idea it existed until Till.”
Ianto sniggered. “Untill Till, until Till, until Till ….” he repeated.
“Mmmmm ….” Jack smirked, pushing Ianto onto his back and straddling his hips. “This is a very special little gel, designed especially for men like us ….”
“Men like us?”
Jack leant forward, his lips close to Ianto's ear. He kissed the lobe and whispered low, “It's all about the other's pleasure ….”.
Ianto shivered and kissed his shoulder, quickly finding his lips and tongue. Jack's hand ran down his chest, over his stomach and down to wrap around his soft dick, and he smiled into the kiss before hissing in surprise.
The cold gel touched him unexpectedly, and Jack moved lower on the bed so that he was lying with his head between Ianto's thighs as he spread more of it over his balls.
At first it just tingled, and Ianto felt a little strange and uncomfortable, he was about to tell Jack when he realised that the gel was moving - tightening around him and moving. He gasped as Jack breathed gently onto him, and the tingle became warm and fuzzy, and Ianto's head tipped back as he let out a moan.
It felt like a hand, but not. It was everywhere, caressing him roughly and making him squirm and writhe as Jack kissed his shaft. He was sure he heard the Captain's voice somewhere, but whatever he said simply didn't compute. Eventually, hands had to roll him over as his spaghetti limbs numbed and thrummed with whatever the gel was doing to him - and Jack wasn't even touching him any more.
He was going to come embarrassingly quickly - especially now that some lubricant was being pushed inside him by Jack's thick fingers. He groaned loudly, and Jack hesitated in surprise - Ianto usually didn't make any loud noises.
Ianto gasped and panted. “What've you stopped for?” he managed. “What've you stopped for?”
Jack grinned to himself. The gel was definitely working, then.
He was lying behind Ianto on his side, leaning forward to kiss his temple and bury his nose in his dark hair while pushing another finger into him. Ianto made the sound again, his head falling forward onto the pillows as he gave up trying to use any of his muscles.
“Jack …” he moaned. “Jack ….”
“Hands and knees,” Jack coaxed. “Up we get ….”
“Cuh-can't ….”
In the end Jack had to lift him up, careful none of the gel wound up being wiped off on the sheets, and practically balance him. He knelt, moulding himself over Ianto's body and feeling a little tingle from the gel himself. Ianto's arms were shaking and trembling, so he pulled the pillows over and let him lean down to rest his head on them as Jack lined himself up and took a deep breath.
Ianto let out another loud moan before Jack had even begun to breach him. “It … what is … this … it's … it's going inside me … my … it's going inside my … cock ... Jack … it's … it's ….”
“Yeah … it does that,” Jack muttered, kissing the back of his neck and eliciting more moans. He started lining himself up again, pressing inside and feeling Ianto pliantly open for him as he forced himself inch by inch inside his body. Ianto properly vocalised his pleasure, his fists curling into the bedding and muscles reflexively clenching down as Jack stopped fully inside
It felt like he was already coming as Jack began to move, and he could control no part of his body as his world numbed to just Jack big and hard and hitting his prostate. And the gel … the gel that was moving and tight around him, that had worked its way over the tip of his erection and into the tiny hole it found there ….
If Ianto could have thought coherently, he'd would probably have been making a note to write an extra-nice thank you letter to Rhys and Till. Maybe next week … when he'd had time to recover ….
He moaned loudly as the waves of pleasure washing over him got even more intense, Jack picking up his speed and sinking into him at the perfect angle. His knuckles were white where they clutched the sheets, and his thighs trembled as he tried to hold himself up for Jack to fuck.
Ianto could feel the edge coming, and Jack was leaning over him and moulding them together again as he got closer and closer with him, his hands braced on Ianto's chest and running over his nipples and making him cry out. He was closer and closer and closer, and he hadn't been able to see for a good few minutes. He wasn't even aware of his breathing, and could only assume he hadn't stopped from the sharply cold air that broke from his mouth and made his chin tingle.
Finally, Jack came inside him, and the white hot spurt that filled him inside took him over with it - and he actually screamed out, somewhere far away, and his mind was completely and utterly blank of anything other than pleasure as every inch of him basked in orgasm for what felt like an age, whimpering as each of Jack's touches caused another wave and another until he was tucked safely under the duvet.
Eventually, he passed out in Jack's arms.
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Chapter: 16 | ??
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Alternate Universe, Romance
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe.
Warnings: A bit of angst, and some tentacles and d/c in the future.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Ianto finds himself heartbroken and alone, but eventually learns that no matter what point in Captain Jack Harkness' life he finds himself, they will always fall in love.
Torchwood Index/Masterlist
First Part
Another Life
Another Life XVI
Ianto woke up to feel Giacomo squirming against him, restless. Sleepily, he poked the child and mumbled at him to keep still through gritted teeth.
“I can't,” Giacomo complained, wriggling again.
“Mmmf,” replied Ianto. “Try - for me?”
Little Jack sighed, and obediently closed his eyes, though he made little effort to actually relax. He turned onto his side, then onto his front. He flopped onto his back, then rolled onto his side again. He curled up into a ball, then stretched out, then tossed himself onto his back again. “Can't,” he moaned eventually, and Ianto sighed, prising his eyes open.
“What time is it?”
Giacomo shrugged. “Can't tell time yet.”
Ianto rubbed his face, lifting the Captain's arm from his waist as he sat up, Giacomo sitting up with him. “Wanna get some breakfast?” Ianto asked him. He nodded enthusiastically, already half way out of bed as Ianto slowly and groggily dragged himself from the warmth of Jack's embrace.
His chest wound twinged, and he hissed slightly, glancing up at Giacomo stood lingering in the doorway to the hospital room. He watched him for a moment as he peered out into the corridor, in search of his next meal, and as he turned back to Ianto with a grin on his face. “C'mon!” he urged, beckoning Ianto out of bed. “I'm hungry,” he whined, and he rubbed his belly.
Ianto smiled affectionately, standing up and standing beside him, stroking his hair. He crouched down in front of him. “You know I love you, Giacomo?”
Little Jack giggled. “I love you, too.”
“Give me a cuddle,” Ianto said, holding his arms out and squeezing his little body close. “Y'know … just because things are changing doesn't mean any of us love you any less, and just because Rhys might not be able to visit as much as he or you or I want him to doesn't mean he won't love you more than anything in the entire Universe. You know that, don't you?”
Giacomo mumbled something affirmative into his shoulder, though Ianto had a feeling he was being given the 'yes' he needed to hear simply because Giacomo knew he needed to hear it. He would have to think of some way to make Giacomo believe it, too.
“Now,” Ianto declared. “Breakfast!”
“Hmmnfffnothungwrymfmmf ….”
Ianto turned to the strange sounds emanating from the bed. “Hung over?” he asked the Captain.
“Don't put food near me,” he groaned, and turned over.
“What's hungover?” asked Little Jack as they wandered hand in hand towards the nurses' station.
“It's when you've had too much alcohol to drink, and your head and stomach pain and ache the next morning. Well … I say head and stomach. Sometimes your whole body aches, and it's not pleasant.”
“So … why do people drink alcohol if it makes you feel so bad?”
“Because when you initially drink it, you get drunk.”
“What does being drunk feel like?”
“Erm … well … depends who you are, I suppose.”
“What does it feel like for you?”
“I … it's been that long, I don't think I can properly remember,” realised Ianto. As soon as he was done with the course of painkillers, he was going to have to rectify this situation. Preferably with Rhys, and preferably with Lord of the Rings involvement. “Nurse,” he called when they approached the station. “Could you possibly find us some breakfast?” he asked, indicating himself and Giacomo. Giacomo had hidden behind his leg again, but half poked out to smile sheepishly at the cat nurse.
“Aww certainly,” she smiled. “What would you like, sir?”
“Hmm … what shall we have Jack?”
“Full English!”
Ianto raised an eyebrow.
“... please?” he added.
Ianto smiled at the nurse, and she told him she'd send a full breakfast and a child-sized portion to the room..
“Um … ma'am?” piped up Little Jack, and nurse smiled at him kindly. “Could we have a Harper Patch? My Dad is hungover.”
She gave a small laugh, then turned behind her to a set of grey metal drawers. She took out a little square that Ianto would have assumed was a plaster, then remembered one of his first mornings in flat 007, when Rhys had sent Giacomo to him with a little patch for his wrist.
The nurse gave the patch to Ianto, and they made their way back, Giacomo grasping his hand again, and crept back into the room.
Jack groggily raised his head to see who was disturbing him, and slumped back into his pillows as Ianto and Giacomo became clear in his fogged brain. “Never drinking again,” he mumbled, turning over.
“The amount of times I've heard that one,” Ianto said, rolling his eyes at Giacomo and helping him up to sit on the bed.
“Morning!” called an overly-bright voice, and Ianto groaned as he looked up to find Captain John leaning casually in the doorway.
“Morning!” grinned Giacomo. “We're waiting for breakfast.”
“Mm,” agreed Ianto.
“What're you having?” asked John, his demeanour changing a little as he moved to sit in the chair by the bed and talk to Jack.
“Full English,” Giacomo told him.
“What's in your Full English?”
“Mushrooms, hash browns, tomatoes, bacon, sausage ….” reeled off Giacomo.
“Ugggghhhshuddup'boutfood ….” groaned the Captain, once again returning to the land of the living now that sickening things such as fried breakfasts were being discussed.
John sniggered. “Bit of a hangover?”
“Whatyoudoinhere?”
Ianto rolled his eyes, and remembered the Harper Patch. He peeled it from its wrapper, took Jack's wrist and stuck it on. A few minutes later, Jack was feeling much better, even going so far as to attempt to sit up. “Thanks,” he mumbled, watching the patch on his wrist. “God bless Doctor Harper ....”
Ianto winced at the name, though inwardly laughed at the idea of a hangover patch branded 'Doctor Harper' - Owen would have loved that. He was more than certain.
Giacomo crawled into the Captain's lap as he moved to sit cross-legged just behind Ianto, and he snuggled his little head into his father's chest.
“So where's mummy?” asked John, and Jack gave him a very sharp and meaningful glare. “Ah … never mind ….”
Jack cleared his throat. “How much do you remember from last night?” he asked John.
John smiled distantly. “Enough,” he replied evasively. “You?”
Jack frowned. “I remember … there was lots of swirling gold light - did we have indoor fireworks?”
“No,” frowned Ianto.
“That'll be from when the Doctor showed you your buried memories,” John explained.
“I remember ….” continued Jack. “There was … Till and Rhys … and Giacomo was drawing in the corner … and he drew me as an orange and black blob,” he scowled.
Giacomo giggled. “Rhys told me to!”
“I'm not orange. I'm tanned.”
Giacomo pursed his lips to stop himself laughing. The Captain tried to speak again, but he was cut off by Little Jack and a sharp whisper of 'ORANGE!'.
Jack pushed him playfully off his lap. “If you can't be nice to me, you can't sit on my lap!” he pouted, and Giacomo giggled harder as Jack's attempts at 'pushing' changed quickly to 'tickling'.
“NO no no NO no no no NO NO NONONONONO!” squealed Little Jack, laughing and laughing and kicking Big Jack away as best he could. “Tickles!” he yelled through the laughing. “Tickles!!”
Ianto and John watched them, both smiling, though John's expression seemed a little troubled. Ianto realised he was probably a little jealous - he now had everything John had wanted, and Jack was happier than either of them had seen him in a long time now that he was playing with Little Jack.
The scent of hot breakfast wafted through to them, and Jack even paused tickling Giacomo to inhale the aroma. "Mmmmm ... smells good ...." he drooled as the trolley and nurse entered with the breakfasts. He watched hungrily as Ianto and Little Jack perched on the edge of the bed to use the trolley as a table, and both he and John took it in turns to steal sausages or bacon when Ianto or Giacomo weren't paying enough attention. Ianto caught John trying to steal a bit of Little Jack's and attacked him with his fork, and while he was distracted lost a sausage in the process.
Giacomo secretly let John have one of his rashers of bacon while Ianto was glaring at Jack.
Eventually, the Captain yawned and stretched, checking his watch. "I need to go up and get dressed. The surveyor is coming in just over an hour," he sighed. He stroked Giacomo's hair as he snuggled back into the bed, sleepy now that he was full. Ianto found himself yawning as well, the damn things being so contagious.
Jack pulled on his normal clothes from the day before - his suit neatly stored away in its plastic bag and box - and kissed Ianto and the now dozing Giacomo on the heads before he turned to John, pointing a threatening finger. "You," he growled. "had better behave."
John gave him his best innocent expression in response, and with a tut Jack left the room, hurrying upstairs to his own shower and wardrobe. Ianto cleared his throat. "What do you want, John?"
"Had an interesting snippet of pillow talk this morning," John began. "Did you know the Doctor visited you in your little domestic future before he came back here?"
Ianto cleared his throat. "No. No I didn't - and he clearly hasn't mentioned it for good reason."
"Jack is unnervingly unblinking when he lies, too," replied John coolly.
Ianto shifted his gaze, and stared down at his hands.
"Look - Ianto," sighed John, addressing him by his name. "I don't know what leads up to it, and I can't pretend to be an authority on psychopaths or whatever ...."
Ianto stared at him, partly horrified, partly very, very angry. "He's not a psychopath," he muttered. "... unlike you," he added.
"I repeat: whatever. But you have to tell Jack. You have to tell him - it will break his heart to find out, but in the end it is him that carries the blame - and unless you tell him, you won't be able to stop the chain of events that led up to Wednesday night."
"Get out," glared Ianto. "Don't you dare try and tell me what to do! Get out!"
"Ianto - I'm trying to help! Listen to me!"
"You don't have any idea what you're talking about! I can ... I can change it. I can change it - and he won't hurt me."
"It'll never work, Ianto!" John growled as he was shoved bodily through the door. "I'll tell him if you won't!"
"You ... you wouldn't dare!" spat Ianto. "I ... if you ... if you even hint at what happened, I'll tell him all about Gray!"
John glared at him, and Ianto glared right back.
"Fine," huffed John. "Since you clearly don't value your own life, I won't tell Jack, and everything can go full circle. Good luck, Eye-Candy!"
Ianto shut the door and snapped the blinds down, returning to the bed and climbing under the covers. He wrapped himself protectively around Little Jack's sleeping form and squeezed his eyes shut.
~*~*~*~
"Daddy?"
Ianto instantly sensed he was about to be asked some difficult questions. "Yes?"
"Can I have a little sister?"
Ahhh ... buggeration. "Erm ... we'll see?" he offered.
"Please," he begged. "I'll be really good, and I promise to look after her properly."
"Erm ... I ... I can't ... erm ... we'll talk about this later, okay?"
"Should I ask Dad?"
"Oh dear God no ...."
"Why?"
"Because he's ... erm ... easily persuaded."
Giacomo was sat on the edge of the bed as Ianto was lacing up his shoes. It had been nearly a week since the attack now, and Ianto was finally, finally, finally allowed to go home. Rhys had started bringing Giacomo down pretty much every day to keep him company, and he was relishing the attention Ianto was doling out on him.
The Captain would visit in the evenings, and usually fell asleep in Ianto's arms, exhausted from the excessive stress his days had become.
The police had questioned everyone Ianto knew - even Mr. Turnbull and Till - but still were no closer to identifying his attacker. They had to concede that they were momentarily stumped, and an investigation into possible artificial intelligence having been used as a weapon was underway.
Ianto had kept quiet, nodding politely and thanking the inspector for all his hard work.
"If I get a sister, can we call her Molly?" Giacomo was asking as he hopped down from the bed, ready to walk back home with Ianto.
"I didn't say you were getting a sister ...." sighed Ianto.
"You said that if I asked Dad, he'd say yes," reasoned Giacomo. "So can we call her Molly? Or Kitty? Matilda?"
"Giacomo, that's enough," Ianto said firmly. "Now hold my hand while we walk in the corridors - we don't want you to get lost, do we?"
Giacomo obeyed, skipping a little as they walked along. Ianto signed himself out of the hospital, thanking all the nursing and medical staff, and they carried on, heading towards the stairs. They climbed up and up and up and up, finally reaching the top of the stairs. Giacomo had begged to be carried most of the way, and was now huffy he'd had to climb the whole staircase himself. Ianto did feel a little sorry for him - he only had little legs and little lungs - but he struggled enough with the stairs as it was without the weight of an extra little person to bear.
They approached the top landing, and Ianto felt suddenly nervous. His gait slowed, and Giacomo carried on ahead of him for a moment before realising he'd left Ianto behind.
Ianto's breath came quick, sharp and painful, and for once it wasn't just the stairs that was affecting his rate of respiration. He blinked hard, and stopped, leaning one hand on the wall for support as he tried to get his breathing under control.
"Daddy?"
"I ... I'm okay ..." he managed. "Just ... go and get the Captain. Quickly, love."
Giacomo paled and quickly ran the rest of the way up the stairs, and Ianto listened to his little feet tapping on the corridor as he ran towards Jack's office. His mind flashed back - heels tapping on the stairs, blood all around him, matting his hair, soaking his suit, dribbling and dripping down the stairwell ....
He bloody hoped someone had cleaned it all up properly, because if there was a stain, heads would roll ....
Ianto snapped back to the present when he heard the Captain's black boots approaching, and he glanced up to see Jack hurrying down the steps, Little Jack in his arms and both of them looking worried.
"I told you I'd fetch you this afternoon," sighed Jack, setting Giacomo down and pulling Ianto into a hug.
"I needed to ... to get out," Ianto mumbled into his shoulder.
"Can I have a hug, Dad?" Giacomo asked, somewhere by their feet.
"In a moment. Ianto needs a hug first," explained Jack.
Giacomo folded his arms, and pouted.
Ianto pulled away from the Captain, biting his lip. "Give him a hug, Jack. Kiddies always need hugs and cuddles first, don't they, Giacomo?"
"Yay!" grinned Little Jack, and held his arms up. Jack frowned at Ianto, but lifted Giacomo up into a cuddle anyway. Ianto raised his eyes back up to the landing at the top of the stairs, and it seemed to loom ominously above him rather than being the welcome relief from the climb it used to be.
"Ianto - it'll be fine," Jack assured him, settling Giacomo onto his hip and offering his free hand for Ianto to hold. Ianto gripped it firmly, and allowed Jack to lead him up, staring unblinkingly straight ahead. If he hurt Jack as his grip tightened, he didn't say, and in the end Jack had to practically drag Ianto past the place he'd been found. "I found it hard the first few times, too," the Captain muttered quietly. Ianto nodded in response, deciding that replying and opening his mouth would make the queasy feeling in his stomach turn to full-blown nausea, causing him to throw up in the corridor.
He felt much better once he got to Jack's office, taking in deep breaths. "I hate PTSD," he groaned. "I know it's fine - I know nothing is going to happen ... but ...."
"I know," Jack told him soothingly, setting Little Jack down in his big office chair and giving Ianto another hug. Giacomo pushed off the desk to spin the chair a little, sitting on it cross-legged. "Shall I spin you?" offered Jack.
"Yay!" grinned Giacomo, gripping the arms of the chair, ready.
Ianto groaned. "Just don't make him sick, Jack," he warned. "Coffee?" he offered.
"Ooo yes please!" beamed the Captain.
"Hot chocolate?" Ianto offered Giacomo.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!" he squealed as Jack spun him.
"Not too fast, Jack. If he flies off and hurts himself ...." he trailed off, leaving the threat open, and concentrated on his coffee machine. He noticed with distaste that someone had attempted to use it while he'd ben in hospital - in fact, they'd had several attempts - and not once had it been cleaned. He set to work, methodically andcarefully cleaning the whole thing inside and out.
He poked his head around the door when the sounds of Giacomo squealing had stopped, only to find the Jacks had got bored and were now sat on opposite sides of the desk arm wrestling.
"Let him win a couple of times," Ianto rolled his eyes.
"Why?" pouted Jack. "He needs to learn how to lose," he pointed out.
Ianto smirked. "So do you - you're arm wrestling a five-year-old."
Giacomo scowled. "I'm not five! I'm nearly six!"
Giving a small laugh, Ianto left them to it, returning to his coffee machine and sighing. He listened to their muffled voices as he began brewing up the coffee, crouching to get a pan to heat up the milk. He made the three hot drinks carefully, trying to create the most perfect cups of coffee and hot chocolate for the two most important people in the Universe to him.
He carried them out on his tray and set them on the desk, urging Giacomo to get up so he could sit in the chair while he sat on his knee.
"Dad was telling me about the tunnels outside," Giacomo said, sipping his hot chocolate.
Ianto felt himself pale as Little Jack mentioned them. "Oh ... you ... what did he say?"
"That the tunnels go underground to the corner of the building, just under the foundation, and that whoever dug it was going to put a bomb there. The corner is the weakest bit, so it would take the whole part of the building with it - like what happened with my school."
Ianto was feeling queasy. "You shouldn't be telling him about ... about that," he said, suddenly no longer feelign like coffee and pushing Giacomo off his knee so he could go and empty it down the sink.
Jack followed him, telling Little Jack to stay where he was. "Why?"
"He's five! He barely understands the concept of ... of murder."
"After last Wednesday, I'd say he understands it pretty well."
"Well he shouldn't," scowled Ianto.
"Besides," shrugged Jack. "It's good physics, and he learnt something about architecture."
Ianto sighed, rubbing his face. "If I don't make a big deal about it, he probably won't pay too much attention anyway," he muttered. "I just think ... he's five. Sometimes you talk to him about stuff and ... he's not an adult, y'know?"
"It's not like he's asking me where babies come from," smirked Jack.
"Oh god - he asked me."
Jack sniggered into his coffee. "Really?"
"Yeah - when I was putting him to bed and you were pissed. And he asked me for a little sister this morning. I don't even want to consider how to tell him that you and I can't actually make him one ...."
"A little sister, eh?"
Ianto took a moment to interpret his tone, then his eyes widened. "Ohhhhhh no. No, no, no. One is enough - and we've only been legally partnered for a week!"
"I know," grumbled Jack. "and I still haven't been allowed to deflower my bride."
"I was not the bride," huffed Ianto, setting his mug on the draining board.
Jack said nothing.
"Dad? Daddy?"
Jack and Ianto both waited for Giacomo to continue, poking his little head around the door into the kitchen from the office.
"There's a knock on the door!" he exclaimed, a little wide-eyed and unsure what to do about it.
Jack sighed, and brushed his fingers through his hair as he walked past him to get to the door. He opened it, and grinned at whoever was on the other side. He stepped back, allowing a tall blonde woman carrying a little brown-haired baby on her hip to enter the office, a little blonde girl wandering in behind her - Ianto recognised her as the girl he had found in the wreckage of the school rooms a few months ago. He had met Elaine briefly afterwards, and in her post-giving birth state had insisted on naming her new little boy 'Ian' in honour of Ianto.
"How do you do?" Ianto asked, reeling a little, and hardly able to take his eyes from the baby in her arms. Little baby Ian - Jack's youngest child. He offered out his hand, and she shook it gently.
"Who's this?" she asked of Giacomo, who had returned to his default position behind Ianto's leg.
"Introduce yourself, Giacomo," Ianto urged, and he stepped forward a little further.
"Good afternoon. My name is Giacomo and I'm pleased to meet you," he murmured.
"I'm pleased to meet you, too, Giacomo. This is Annabel - are you going to introduce yourself, Annabel?"
"Hi," she said, just as shyly. She and Giacomo returned to hiding behind their respective adults' legs.
Elaine smiled affectionately. "Annabel's in the year above Giacomo, aren't you love? Now - why don't you two go and play while us adults talk?"
"Ummm ..."
"Giacomo has some colouring things - I'll fetch them," Jack smiled, darting into the kitchen to retrieve the tin of crayons and the pads of paper.
Elaine smiled at Ianto. "I'm guessing from your rather shocked expression, you didn't know I was coming?" she observed.
"I ... erm ... no. Jack invited you?"
"He did," she nodded.
"Oh ... right. Erm ... do you want to sit down? I could bring a pillow up if you want feto put the little one down? Would you like coffee? Hot chocolate?"
She laughed. "A pillow would be lovely, Ianto," she was saying as Jack re-entered the room. He hesitated with a raised eyebrow. "So I can put Ian down," she explained with a laugh.
"I'll hold him!" Jack grinned, giving Ianto the box of crayons and holding his arms out and taking the baby. He was a lot bigger than when Ianto had last seen him, and could very nearly hold his own head up. Jack held him securely in one arm, moving his brown hair out of his face with the other.
Ianto took Giacomo and Annabel over to the corner, and they sat on the floor as Ianto handed out paper and crayons. "Remember to share," he told them as they both dived for the blue crayon. He nipped down to the living room to fetch a large cushion just in case, then set it on the desk as he sat down. Jack was in his chair, smiling down at Ian and stroking his nose as Ian stared back at him in wonder.
"He's beautiful ...." murmured Jack. "Isn't he beautiful?"
Elaine cleared her throat. "So ... what did you want to see us for?" she asked.
Ianto leant forward a little. He'd like to know that too.
Jack cleared his throat, carefully lying Ian down on the cushion in the middle of the desk. He gurgled a little, then fell quiet.
"As you know," began Jack solemnly, and Ianto had the distinct impression he had been practicing this in his head. "On Friday, a surveyor came to value our buildings and property, and since then the Senate has decided ... well ... they're ... they're shutting us down."
Ianto felt his mouth drop open. "But ... they ... they can't!"
"They've decided to do what they did in Cairo. Random pairings for unmarried adults, and if children don't have biological parents they go to orphanages."
Ianto couldn't speak, but Elaine seemed to have a much more level head. She didn't seem quite so shocked by the Senators' decision. "How long before we have to move out?"
"They'll be shifting us in blocks," sighed Jack, rubbing his face. "A hundred at a time, as far as I can gather. Each hundred will be shipped off to different parts of the planet to live in either tower blocks or shared houses."
"Bastards," she scowled, under her breath. "What's going to become of us, eh? Factory workers. That's all they want ... cheap labour ...."
"Anyway," Jack sighed. "In recognition of the fact I've worked so hard here for the greater good blah blah blah blah, I've been offered a pretty good job and a home in Newchester, as well as a holiday home in New Warrington. I figured that Ianto, Giacomo and I would obviously live in Newchester, and you, Angelica, Annabel and Ian could live in New Warrington."
"Annabel isn't biologically mine or Angelica's," Elaine told him worriedly.
Jack closed his eyes for a second. "I can talk to someone," he assured her. "Don't worry. Ideally I'd like to persuade them that the kids need to stay with who they've got now but ... all I can do is try."
They glanced over at Annabel and Giacomo, smiling as Annabel posed while Little Jack attempted to draw her. He thus far had a green circle with long, yellow spirals for hair, a big, red smile dominating most of the picture. He also had his tongue poking out in concentration.
Ian gurgled on his pillow, stealing the Captain's attention back. Jack grinned at him and tickled his tummy, smiling wider as he laughed and squirmed and kicked. "Wanna hold 'im?" he asked Ianto, and Ianto blinked.
"Erm ... okay?" he replied, not entirely sure why he would be wanting to hold such a delicate and breakable thing that liked to squirm and dribble and throw up.
Jack lifted him carefully and carried him around the desk, settling him in Ianto's arms gently and kissing his soft forehead. "He's got my eyes, hasn't he?" Jack was saying, and Ianto examined the warm, pink, pudgy thing in his arms to find he was being examined right back.
"Erm ... they're ... blue," he observed, though couldn't really honestly say any part of the baby resembled either of his parents. He never really thought any babies did until they were a little older, if he was honest. Maybe it was because his initial maternal instincts extended only to adults who acted like children, rather than children themselves - knowing he might be getting it wrong with Giacomo kept him awake at night.
Ian's hand reached up towards his face, grabbing at him while Jack called Giacomo over to have a look. Elaine was cooing at Ian, allowing his little fist to close around her finger and jiggling his arm around a little bit. Ianto shifted in his chair, not quite so enamoured as to melt into the puddles of goo currently surrounding him.
Giacomo peered into Ianto's arms. "He's pink," he scowled. "and fat."
Ianto laughed. "You were pink and fat once, Jack. He'll get bigger."
"I wanted a sister though," he whined.
Ianto's face was probably priceless. "We're ... we're not keeping him! He's ... he's staying with his mam, isn't he, Jack? He's staying with his mam. Not with us."
Jack cleared his throat. "That's the other thing I wanted to discuss - I want Ian to stay with us during his summer holidays."
"Right ... erm ... and ... erm ...."
"I want a sister," Giacomo repeated.
"I heard you first time, loud and clear," Ianto replied while Elaine 'awwwwed' over Little Jack. He glanced up at the Captain to try and gauge his expression, and found himself groaning. "Jack ...." he warned. "Don't encourage him."
Jack smirked playfully, then held his arms out to take Ian back. Instantly the baby started screaming and yelling.
"My cue to leave!" joked Jack, but held on to him anyway, cuddling him close and shushing him.
"He's probably tired," sighed Elaine. "We'd better get going, come on Annabel ...." she said as she took the baby back.
After they'd said their goodbyes, and Giacomo had insisted Annabel take the drawing he'd done of her, Ianto turned to Jack and glared.
"You decided all this without me?"
"All what?" frowned Jack.
"Ian, staying for his summer holidays. What about before he starts school?"
"Weekends, I was thinking."
"Oh ... you were, were you?"
"He's my child!"
"I know ... but ... I thought we were partners? Aren't we supposed to be navigating our way through legally bound lives? One week in and you're making important decisions without me!"
"Nothing's concrete!" Jack insisted.
Ianto folded his arms, quirking an eyebrow.
Jack sighed, folding his own arms. "I'll let you draw up the timetable, if it makes you happy. Hell - we'll have family meetings and discuss things via committee."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ianto's eyes narrowed. "Honestly, Jack! This isn't working out a rota for chores, this has a massive effect on all our lives!"
"... and I wanted a sister!" Giacomo piped up.
Ianto held his tongue, and turned to Giacomo. "I think it's Rhys' turn to look after you for a bit, isn't it?" he said. "C'mon - I'll take you down."
He gave the Captain a quick kiss goodbye and assured him he'd be back soon, got halfway down the corridor, stopped, and turned back. He ran his fingers through his hair and bit his lip.
"What's wrong?" asked Giacomo.
"I ... erm ...." mumbled Ianto. "Maybe ... maybe the Captain should ... take you downstairs ...."
"Why?"
"My ... uh ... my wound is still sore and ... going up and down all the stairs ...."
"I can go on my own."
Ianto's heart nearly stopped in his chest. "Go on your - Giacomo! Don't say things like that! You tryna ... tryna ..." He glanced over at the landing and cleared his throat. "Never mind. Erm ... I'm sure the Captain will keep his eyes on you long enough to make sure you're safe."
Ianto knocked and walked into the office, made his excuses about his wound and sat on the settee downstairs with his head in his hands, waiting for Jack to return. He seemed to take forever, and Ianto zoned out as he stared into space, not noticing Jack was with him until he felt an arm settle around him and pull him close. At least he understands without me having to tell him ... he thought.
"It'll get better," Jack assured him.
"Mmm," agreed Ianto, his fingers digging into his palms a little. Jack took one of his hands gently and uncurled his fingers, kissing his temple.
"You know what's really wrong with me?" Ianto sighed, and Jack gave him a questioning frown. "Sexual frustration."
Jack's frown turned upside down. "Ya think? It's been over a week ...."
Ianto let out a sound of surprise as he suddenly found a heavy weight throwing itself at him, his oxygen supply cut off as a mouth was forced on his and hands and fingers ran through his hair and over his body, everywhere at once. He squirmed a little, his fingers clutching the back of Jack's shirt as strong thighs held him down.
The lips moved from his mouth to his neck, and Ianto gasped as teeth nipped down. Using one arm, he pushed them off the couch and they landed with a thud on the floor. Jack still had his head in Ianto's neck and took a moment to notice, grinning up at Ianto once the confusion in his slow brain was sorted and wrapping his legs around him tight, using arms to crush him to his chest. The Captain was ravenous, accidentally ripping buttons from Ianto's shirt and tugging almost uselessly at his belt.
Eventually Ianto had to prise him off in the interest of survival rather than rational thought. He managed to disentangle himself, dragging Jack up with him as he stood and tugging on his hand, lead him through to the bedroom. No sooner had they hit the mattress than Jack had managed to get their lower halves naked, lying on their sides with feet at opposite ends of the bed, sucking each other off.
Ianto moaned around Jack's cock as he felt his own slipping down into the Captain's neck, large hands squeezed his buttocks, fingers pressing over his hole. He came with a gentle moan, and was vaguely aware of Jack's come filling his mouth, making him swallow on instinct. He came back down and disentangled himself, lying so that he could kiss Jack languidly as his nerves recovered.
“Remember ….” Jack tried to say, but was cut off by Ianto kissing him again. “Remember Rhys gave us two gifts, right?”
“Mmmf?” replied Ianto, pressing their mouths together again and finding himself being gently pushed back by a hand on the chest.
“I had a sneaky peak,” Jack admitted. He opened the bedside cabinet and pulled out a silver bottle with a press-pump top. There was no label that Ianto could see.
“What is it?” he asked with a frown.
“Definitely Till's idea,” smirked Jack. “Rhys probably had no idea it existed until Till.”
Ianto sniggered. “Untill Till, until Till, until Till ….” he repeated.
“Mmmmm ….” Jack smirked, pushing Ianto onto his back and straddling his hips. “This is a very special little gel, designed especially for men like us ….”
“Men like us?”
Jack leant forward, his lips close to Ianto's ear. He kissed the lobe and whispered low, “It's all about the other's pleasure ….”.
Ianto shivered and kissed his shoulder, quickly finding his lips and tongue. Jack's hand ran down his chest, over his stomach and down to wrap around his soft dick, and he smiled into the kiss before hissing in surprise.
The cold gel touched him unexpectedly, and Jack moved lower on the bed so that he was lying with his head between Ianto's thighs as he spread more of it over his balls.
At first it just tingled, and Ianto felt a little strange and uncomfortable, he was about to tell Jack when he realised that the gel was moving - tightening around him and moving. He gasped as Jack breathed gently onto him, and the tingle became warm and fuzzy, and Ianto's head tipped back as he let out a moan.
It felt like a hand, but not. It was everywhere, caressing him roughly and making him squirm and writhe as Jack kissed his shaft. He was sure he heard the Captain's voice somewhere, but whatever he said simply didn't compute. Eventually, hands had to roll him over as his spaghetti limbs numbed and thrummed with whatever the gel was doing to him - and Jack wasn't even touching him any more.
He was going to come embarrassingly quickly - especially now that some lubricant was being pushed inside him by Jack's thick fingers. He groaned loudly, and Jack hesitated in surprise - Ianto usually didn't make any loud noises.
Ianto gasped and panted. “What've you stopped for?” he managed. “What've you stopped for?”
Jack grinned to himself. The gel was definitely working, then.
He was lying behind Ianto on his side, leaning forward to kiss his temple and bury his nose in his dark hair while pushing another finger into him. Ianto made the sound again, his head falling forward onto the pillows as he gave up trying to use any of his muscles.
“Jack …” he moaned. “Jack ….”
“Hands and knees,” Jack coaxed. “Up we get ….”
“Cuh-can't ….”
In the end Jack had to lift him up, careful none of the gel wound up being wiped off on the sheets, and practically balance him. He knelt, moulding himself over Ianto's body and feeling a little tingle from the gel himself. Ianto's arms were shaking and trembling, so he pulled the pillows over and let him lean down to rest his head on them as Jack lined himself up and took a deep breath.
Ianto let out another loud moan before Jack had even begun to breach him. “It … what is … this … it's … it's going inside me … my … it's going inside my … cock ... Jack … it's … it's ….”
“Yeah … it does that,” Jack muttered, kissing the back of his neck and eliciting more moans. He started lining himself up again, pressing inside and feeling Ianto pliantly open for him as he forced himself inch by inch inside his body. Ianto properly vocalised his pleasure, his fists curling into the bedding and muscles reflexively clenching down as Jack stopped fully inside
It felt like he was already coming as Jack began to move, and he could control no part of his body as his world numbed to just Jack big and hard and hitting his prostate. And the gel … the gel that was moving and tight around him, that had worked its way over the tip of his erection and into the tiny hole it found there ….
If Ianto could have thought coherently, he'd would probably have been making a note to write an extra-nice thank you letter to Rhys and Till. Maybe next week … when he'd had time to recover ….
He moaned loudly as the waves of pleasure washing over him got even more intense, Jack picking up his speed and sinking into him at the perfect angle. His knuckles were white where they clutched the sheets, and his thighs trembled as he tried to hold himself up for Jack to fuck.
Ianto could feel the edge coming, and Jack was leaning over him and moulding them together again as he got closer and closer with him, his hands braced on Ianto's chest and running over his nipples and making him cry out. He was closer and closer and closer, and he hadn't been able to see for a good few minutes. He wasn't even aware of his breathing, and could only assume he hadn't stopped from the sharply cold air that broke from his mouth and made his chin tingle.
Finally, Jack came inside him, and the white hot spurt that filled him inside took him over with it - and he actually screamed out, somewhere far away, and his mind was completely and utterly blank of anything other than pleasure as every inch of him basked in orgasm for what felt like an age, whimpering as each of Jack's touches caused another wave and another until he was tucked safely under the duvet.
Eventually, he passed out in Jack's arms.
SMUT! YAY!
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