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Title: Love Will Tear Us Apart (2/21)
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.
Chapter One
Panting, Jack leant against the desk, gazing down at a very smug (yet practically vibrating with tension) Ianto. He smiled, knowing what Ianto needed.
“Good kitty...” He took Ianto’s hand, pausing a moment to pull up his pants and trousers before beginning to tug Ianto towards his office, leaving Tosh behind.
Ianto let out a small sound of pleasure at Jack's words, much as he'd deny it later. He was completely oblivious to Tosh's presence by now, following Jack eagerly, releasing Jack's hand as they reached his office to slide his arms around Jack's waist, pressing against his back for a moment. He slid past Jack, stepping into the office. He was already tearing at his clothes; it had been awkward enough, wearing his trousers low on his hips to avoid crushing his tail, the shirt restricting him in ways that it never has before - clothes feeling wrong - even before he was so desperately aroused.
“You do realise that Tosh can see in right now, right?” Jack was mildly amused by Ianto’s haste, especially now he’d already come.
“She'll have the CCTV feed up on her screen anyway.” Ianto shrugged, tugging his shirt off, managing to leave the tie firmly knotted around his neck. He stepped forward, pinning Jack against the wall. Pressing against him from head to toe. He nudged at Jack's jaw with his nose until Jack tilted his head back, burying his face against the hollow of his throat, breathing in deeply, tongue lapping a path across warm skin.
“Need you...” He whimpered slightly, trousers uncomfortably tight.
“God, what's gotten into you?” He grinned, tugging Ianto’s face up to kiss him. “Though, I have to say, I rather enjoy this.” He chuckled, running a hand down to Ianto's tail, curling it into his hand as Jack kissed Ianto back more forcefully.
Moaning, Ianto sagged against Jack, shiver running down his spine as careful fingers caressed his tail.
“It's like...s'like this fog of want, and heat, and need, and...please Jack...” Whimpering softly, he reached down, fumbling with his belt, shoving his trousers down, feet bare already, no underwear.
“Gwen, and Owen...and Tosh, and you...c'n barely breathe, air's so thick with it...” The scent of everyone’s arousal in the air was overwhelming, pheremones mingling together until it felt like he was drowning in their need.
“Shhh. It's okay, I understand.” Jack gently moved Ianto back until they reached Jack's desk, carefully laying Ianto down on it.
“I told you I always wanted to do this across my desk.” He chuckled, wrapping his fingers around Ianto’s cock, stroking slowly. “What would you like, Ianto? Anything you'd like.” He kissed Ianto’s chin softly, glancing down at Tosh’s workstation in time to see Tosh give in, pulling up the CCTV feed on her screen.
Biting his lip, Ianto’s back arched, tail swishing from side to side, brushing his thighs, curling up between spread legs, brushing against Jack's legs now.
“Anything...” He breathed, hands curling against the desk, nails scraping against hard wood. “Just...you. Want you.”
Jack would love to draw this out, but it didn't seem fair to do that to Ianto right now. He moved his hand to stroke up and down Ianto slowly but firmly, making sure to twist at the top and down at the bottom before putting his mouth right by Ianto's ear.
“Did I mention how amazing that was? I didn't expect you to want to do something like that and we'll have hell to pay to Owen, but my God. Seeing you like that was just so...” He moaned softly, hoping to get his point across. Ianto shuddered as Jack's breath gusted against his ear, so sensitive now, back arching up off the desk as his hips moved into Jack's fist, soft cries falling from his lips.
“Couldn't...couldn't stop myself...” he groaned, one hand sliding up into Jack's hair, tugging him close to kiss him, hard. “You're too fucking tempting.” There was a hint of a growl to his voice, Ianto wondering how he was going to get through the day without pouncing Jack in front of the others. Realising he didn’t care, he kissed Jack again. Jack kissed back enthusiastically, his hand working faster on Ianto.
“You're one to talk, with the way you curl that tail around my neck every time you walk by. Don't think I haven't noticed what game you're playing at there.” He smirked. “Such a tease...” He nipped softly at the top of Ianto’s ear, soft fur tickling his face. “But God, I love it.”
Ianto whimpered, hands clutching and releasing Jack's arms, in time with each slow stroke of Jack's hand on his cock. He was panting now, soft mewls and whimpers interspersed with breathy pleas. Struggling to keep his eyes open, Ianto looked up at Jack, lips parted as his head fell back against the desk, spine arched as he nearly screamed Jack's name, body jerking as he spilled over Jack's hand.
Jack’s eyes were wide as he watched Ianto through the spasms of his orgasm. He leaned over to capture Ianto’s mouth when it seemed Ianto had finished, his own hand languidly working up and down, drawing out the last of Ianto's orgasm for as long as he could.
“Fucking gorgeous like this, did you know that?” Jack pulled back a bit to admire the disheveled way Ianto was sprawled across his desk. “I think I'd like to always have you on my desk like this...” He smirked and licked his own hand clean, much the way Ianto would normally.
Ianto purred softly into the kiss, clutching weakly at Jack, trying to pull him close again, knowing he looked utterly debauched and not caring in the slightest.
Jack sat down slowly, pulling at Ianto until he was curled up in his lap, one hand automatically falling to rub and scratch behind his ears, growing used to the soft purring vibrations that ran from him into Jack's chest.
“You feel good in my lap. Very warm. How long do you think we can stay like this until someone comes in to interrupt?” He moved one arm around Ianto's body to keep him cuddled close as the other continued stroking behind his ears.
Ianto made himself comfortable, gladly curling up in Jack's lap, purring softly, still. His tail curled over Jack's arm, brushing softly against his wrist as Ianto's arms slid around Jack's waist.
“Less than five minutes...” He mumbled sleepily, eyes fighting the urge to drift closed. “'ll be th'end'f the world or somethin'...s'always th'apocalypse.” He shivered a little, pressing closer to Jack's warmth, purring contentedly.
Jack leant further back in the chair, absentmindedly scratching at Ianto and thinking.
“Ianto,” his voice was soft, “tell me what it's like... do you like it? The change I mean... And if you'd like, I can always tell the rest to go home. If you're feeling tired.” He nuzzled into the soft hair on top of Ianto’s head, beginning to feel just as sleepy and sated.
Ianto tried to concentrate, distracted by post-orgasm sleepiness, and the feel of Jack's hand in his hair, the soft lull of his voice.
“I...I don't know...” He mumbled, shifting a little, trying to wake up enough to think, to explain.
“It's...it's just so confusing. and explaining these,” he gestured to his ears, “to people might be a bit difficult.” He smiled a little, dropping his head back down against Jack's shoulder. “S'nice, having an excuse to curl up in your lap though.” His smile widened, expression still soft as Jack chuckled.
“I will admit, there are some aspects of this that are rather fun...” Jack's grin was entirely cheeky as he shifted just a bit, to make things more comfortable for them.
“The tail is frankly, very kinky and we all know I'm about that, I like what you do when I scratch behind your ears and,” Jack leant in a bit and lowered his voice, “I kind of like having an excuse to keep you in my lap.” Jack smiled softly before pressing his mouth to Ianto's, gently kissing him, running his tongue a bit along Ianto's outer bottom lip before he was let in to taste at Ianto's mouth; Jack hummed into the kiss as he pressed Ianto closer to him.
Ianto laughed with Jack, the sound lost as their lips met, soft contented hum as his lips parted, the sound dissolving into a low rumbling purr, his arms wrapping more tightly around Jack. He broke the kiss, yawning, tongue curling up at the tip as he tipped his head back, emitting a very unmanly squeak before shutting his mouth. He rubbed at one eye, leaning close to kiss Jack again, sleepily.
Jack chuckled softly at Ianto’s sleepy contentment, his own head nudging softly at Ianto's a bit, pressing kisses upon available skin whenever he could. Ianto murmured drowsy approval, tilting his head to try and catch Jack's mouth as he was kissed, snuggling closer. His tail was still now, curled along his thigh, the tip lying against Jack's arm. He was half-asleep when Jack covered him with a jacket, and he smiled, murmuring a slurred thank you as he settled down against Jack.
Jack had grabbed Ianto's jacket when he heard someone's footsteps on the stairs, making sure to cover Ianto, but not remove him from his lap when the door opened-it was Owen. Looking rather dishevelled himself and very uncomfortable. Jack just smirked and tipped the chair back further, making sure to keep Ianto in his lap, right where Owen could see him.
“What can I do for you Owen?” He smiled, as Owen fidgeted, Jack’s office not a place he really wanted to be right now.
“Right, Harkness, the rest of us were just wondering if we were going to be doing work today or if you were going to be up here the rest of the time, playing with your little pet?”
Ianto’s eyes snapped open, Ianto feeling distinctly more awake.
“I wasn't a 'little pet' when I shot you in the shoulder, Owen” His voice was hoarse with sleep and purring and anger as he turned his head, glaring at Owen. Who glared right back at him.
“The tail and ears, not to mention where you are, say differently.” Owen answered back, hands shoved into pockets. Ianto sat upright a little, jacket slipping down his shoulders.
“And who's fucking fault is it that I've got a tail? Who was messing about with a device we were told to leave alone? And you weren't complaining when me and Jack got Gwen so horny she was desperate for you to fuck her. And oh so grateful for your mediocre skills in bed.” He smirked a little at that, eyes cold.
“I said I was sorry about that, alright?” Owen glared daggers at Ianto. “Not that you haven't enjoyed what's happened though, have you? Rather enjoyed the effects I would say, wrapping that fucking tail of yours round Jack anytime you can. And you say I get desperate for a fuck.”
Jack was rather entertained by this little sparring match and just continued to watch, one hand still gently petting Ianto's neck as if to remind him that he was still there. Ianto snarled at Owen’s words, straightening further.
“You try walking around in here with fucking animal senses. I can barely breathe, let alone think straight. All the chemicals you smother yourselves in, trying to mask who you really are, until the air's thick with it. Fake scent clogging the air, thick with pheremones and fear and need. It’s a wonder anyone gets any work done.” He was shaking now, angry and hurt and unsure. Jack sat up straighter, frowning at Owen.
“Owen, take Tosh and Gwen and go have a look at the UFO that supposedly landed out in the country.” Jack’s voice was stern as he wrapped one hand around Ianto's neck and held him close.
“Yeah, whatever...” Owen turned, practically hurrying out the door and down the steps. Jack turned his attention back to the creature in his arms that had begun shaking a bit.
“Ianto?” He murmured. Ianto’s head snapped round from watching Owen, whole body near-vibrating with anger and confusion. He sagged, wrapping his arms around Jack, burying his nose in the soft hair just behind Jack's ear. He breathed deeply, soothing himself with the fact that all he could smell now was Jack, calming him, protecting him.
“I'm fine.” He murmured at last, a little embarrassed. “Maybe I should...” He started to move away, loathe to do so, but not wanting to think about what Owen was saying to the others downstairs. It was so easy, to forget about everything else when Jack was around, but he couldn’t.
Jack let Ianto climb out of his lap, but grabbed his hand before he could wander off too far from him.
“No worries about him, I'll have to sort him out soon anyways.” He tugged gently on Ianto's hand and tugged him towards his room. “Right now you look exhausted. Come on.” He led Ianto towards the bed and lay back, pulling Ianto down with him.
Ianto followed, stumbling slightly. He was still upset, looking over his shoulder as Jack tugged him into his room, trying to see what Owen was doing. He gave in, sinking down onto Jack’s bed with a sigh. Sliding under the covers, he tried to get his tail covered without lying on it. He settled on his side, pressed against Jack, pouting a little at the clothes between them.
“Off.” He murmured, plucking at Jack’s shirt, trying to undo his buttons without looking properly.
Jack laughed softly, slipping out and away from Ianto and the bed. "I'll only be a moment." Jack promised, climbing back up the ladder and out of his office to catch Owen, Gwen and Tosh right before they leave. "Owen." Jack said evenly, Owen fidgeting already under Jack's heavy gaze.
"Yeah yeah I know." Owen grumbled, palming the keys in his coat pocket and refusing to look Jack in the eyes again.
"We'll talk about it later." Jack relented, smiling at Tosh and feeling much better when she relaxed and smiled back at him.
"Yeah and uhh... tell him." Owen paused on his way out, searching for the right words. "Tell him I'm--"
"I'll tell him you didn't mean it." Owen nodded and headed out with the girls as Jack made his way back inside his room to check on Ianto.
"Ianto?" Jack called softly, in case the man had fallen asleep. Jack began to get rid of his clothes when he felt soft hands on his chest and a purring voice in his ear. "So not asleep then. Good."
Curled up in a ball, Ianto watched as Jack walked into the room, faint light reflecting off green eyes as they opened. He stood as Jack turned away to begin undressing, sliding his hands up under Jack’s arms, palms against Jack’s chest.
“You sure they don’t need you?” He murmured, purring as he rubbed his nose against Jack’s hair, thoroughly messing it up in the process. He was more than happy to keep Jack here, to have a warm body curled up against his. It was odd. He’d been somehow altered, cat-senses fusing with his own…but he didn’t have that feline sense of aloofness, that need to be alone. It was something far deeper, far more…he would almost say wolf-like, the need to have his..well, his family, around him.
Jack shrugged and sank blessedly down onto the mattress and into Ianto. "It's most likely a downed weather balloon and all they have to do is calm down some hysterical countryman-- no offense-- and move on from there. If it is something though, mobile's not out of reach and they'll call."
Jack hummed into Ianto's neck, pulling him closer and pondering on the differences in Ianto since the alien tech had played around with his DNA. He was a much bigger tease now than he was, and much more inclined to actually fulfill those teases now no matter where they were as well.
There was this though, too. Ianto had always liked to, well Jack might as well admit it, cuddle after sex. And normally Jack wouldn't mind obliging him, but it wasn't really his thing. Now though, Ianto was actually capable of asking for the petting he wanted and what was more, Jack no longer had any problem in giving them.
"Owen says he's sorry by the way." Jack whispered into Ianto's ear, reaching out to nip it softly as he let one hand fall to the small of Ianto's back, right above where his tail began.
Ianto purred throatily as he arranged himself in Jack’s arms, prodding at Jack until they were both settled comfortably. He shivered a little, ear flicking as Jack whispered to him, soft smile on his face. He laughed a little.
“Was that before or after you glared at him?” His back arched a little, encouraging Jack’s hand into motion, wanting petted. And now, he had an excuse for it.
Jack chuckled at how well Ianto knew everyone and nosed gently at the baby soft hairs on Ianto's ear. "Alright, it was after. But he did seem sincere." Jack mumbled, his hand rubbing gently at Ianto's back before his hand was forced into new positions.
"I do believe these new cat-like qualities work for you Ianto." Jack teased gently, continuing to pet Ianto but no longer feeling sleepy as he had in his office. "I don't know many men who could pull of a tail and fuzzy ears and still retain some masculinity, so here's to you for that."
Jack moved a bit further down Ianto's body and nipped insistently at the soft skin on his neck before soothing over it with his tongue.
Ianto laughed a little.
“Thank you, I think…” He sighed softly, head falling to the side as he welcomed Jack’s attention, trying to fight the skittish feeling in his stomach, trying to ignore the fact that he never cleaned up after his impromptu session with Jack. He felt dirty, and not in the way that lying in bed with Jack normally led to.
He moved, restlessly, turning his head to kiss Jack, trying to ignore this new feeling. Which was more than a little offputting, now he had realised it was there.
Jack watched Ianto squirm about trying to get comfortable with a rather amused expression on his face. "Need any help then?" Jack asked, one hand trailing further down Ianto's back to wrap his tail around Jack's hand.
Jack would admit, quite whole heartedly, to having a fetish with the tail. But then, it wasn't often that your average human lover turned up with cat senses, ears and a tail to play with and Jack fully intended on taking advantage of the situation. It was, after all, what he was known for.
"Anything I can do?" Jack rolled them over, making sure to move Ianto's tail just enough so that it wasn't hurting him to be on his back. Jack wriggled, getting Ianto to open his legs so he could lie between them and leaned over to kiss and nip at Ianto's Adam’s apple.
Ianto laughed softly as Jack grabbed his tail, amused by his fascination with it. He let Jack move him to where he wanted, one knee slightly bent as he wrapped his arms around Jack, head tilting back against the pillows.
“I’m fine…” He murmured, distracted by the feel of Jack’s mouth against his neck, fighting the urge to pin Jack down and lick him clean. Some parts of his transformation he was more than happy with; others, he was refusing to give in to.
"You're still squirming..." Jack mumbled as his mouth ventured further down, now licking and nipping at the hollow of Ianto's throat. "And I don't mean squirming in that good way either. Not yet at least." Jack smirked against Ianto's skin as as he slipped further down again.
Jack flicked his tongue against one of Ianto's nipples just to see what he would do and was pleasantly gratified by the jerk in Ianto's body. "Ahh, the things you do to me Ianto." Jack mumbled, nipping at the soft flesh before flicking at it again. "The things I'd like to do to you..." Jack chuckled and let his tongue slide against the grooves of Ianto's ribs.
Ianto arched, purr rumbling quietly in his throat as Jack licked him, sagging into the sheets as he began to relax. The wicked slide of Jack’s tongue against his nipple had him tensing, soft moan escaping, fingers sliding through Jack’s hair.
“Keep doing that…” He mumbled, purr growling louder as Jack’s tongue continued to do wicked things to him, fingers gently kneading Jack’s scalp. Part of him was thinking, ‘Oh God, I’m going to be covered in saliva now…’ But that was being overruled by feline instincts, which definitely approved of tongue baths. Especially from Jack.
“M’not gonna stop you doing anything, Jack…” He grinned. “Unless you plan on inviting Owen to join us.”
Jack chuckled against Ianto's chest and moved to Ianto's other side to lick at the skin on that side, see if it tasted any different from those on the left. "I do believe I remember cat's having a licking fascination..." Jack began, letting his tongue trace down the indentations of Ianto's stomach muscles before flickering into his belly button.
Jack looked up at Ianto's face and his expression of bliss and chuckled. "Well, at least I have my answer then." Jack swirled his tongue around Ianto's belly button again before gently picking up one of his hands and sucking a digit into his mouth to lick it clean.
"I can assure you," Jack continued as he moved on to the next finger. "Of all the three ways I have imagined," and then the next one, this time with a bit of a suck. "Owen was never in them."
Purring still, Ianto smiled, shifting a bit as Jack’s tongue traced lines against warm skin, his fingers curling and relaxing against the sheets. He looked down as Jack picked up his hand, groaning gently as he carefully licked and sucked at his fingers.
Shifting back up the bed, Jack reached one hand down to scratch lightly at Ianto's ears, enjoying how he knew what touches Ianto liked now and when he wanted them.
Ianto smiled, both eyes falling half-closed instead when Jack reached down, purr rumbling loudly in his throat. He leant up for a long kiss, breaking it only when Jack stopped petting him. Ianto arched an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘did I give you permission to stop?’. He nudged Jack’s hand with his head, quiet ‘mrrrow’ as he tried to get Jack to continue.
"Oh well then yes sir." Jack breathed and shot Ianto a cheeky look, his hands going back to Ianto's ears and scratched a bit harder.
"Are there any other places I don't know of yet that you like to be petted?" Jack asked, one hand curled around Ianto's tail and the other scratching his ears. "Any place new that I don't know of that you'd like me to find?" Jack grinned.
Ianto’s eyes were closed, body slumped against Jack’s as he lay with his chin on Jack’s chest, purring happily. He opened one eye to look at Jack, grinning a little.
“You could always pet me all over and find out that way…” He suggested, rolling onto his back, arching off the bed as he stretched, yawning widely. He turned his head to look up at Jack, still purring enthusiastically. One hand scratched idly at his stomach, grimacing as it came away sticky.
“I need a shower.” He murmured, trying to summon the energy to move; and also quell the shiver of unease at the thought of water. It was fine. Just his imagination. A long hot shower would be perfect right now.
"A shower eh? A shower and then," Jack leaned in, his mouth right by Ianto's ear and murmured. "I will gladly bring you back here and lay you down and find all of your favourite spots to be petted." Jack's voice was a low growl and he flicked his tongue against Ianto's ear and smirked at Ianto's full body shiver.
"You head on down to the bathroom, I'm going to give the others a call and check and see how they're doing."
Ianto forced himself to get up and head for the showers, more than convinced by Jack’s promise. He switched the shower on, looking at himself in the mirror, critically. He tried making his hair stick up (more than it already was from Jack’s fingers running through it), seeing if he could hide his ears. It looked like he was going to have to grow his hair, if he ever wanted to leave the house. At least the ears were almost the same colour as his hair.
Sighing, he turned towards the shower, smiling as he saw clouds of steam billowing up. Hot and relaxing and perfect. Pulling open the door, he stepped inside. And yowled.
On to Chapter Three
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.
Chapter One
Panting, Jack leant against the desk, gazing down at a very smug (yet practically vibrating with tension) Ianto. He smiled, knowing what Ianto needed.
“Good kitty...” He took Ianto’s hand, pausing a moment to pull up his pants and trousers before beginning to tug Ianto towards his office, leaving Tosh behind.
Ianto let out a small sound of pleasure at Jack's words, much as he'd deny it later. He was completely oblivious to Tosh's presence by now, following Jack eagerly, releasing Jack's hand as they reached his office to slide his arms around Jack's waist, pressing against his back for a moment. He slid past Jack, stepping into the office. He was already tearing at his clothes; it had been awkward enough, wearing his trousers low on his hips to avoid crushing his tail, the shirt restricting him in ways that it never has before - clothes feeling wrong - even before he was so desperately aroused.
“You do realise that Tosh can see in right now, right?” Jack was mildly amused by Ianto’s haste, especially now he’d already come.
“She'll have the CCTV feed up on her screen anyway.” Ianto shrugged, tugging his shirt off, managing to leave the tie firmly knotted around his neck. He stepped forward, pinning Jack against the wall. Pressing against him from head to toe. He nudged at Jack's jaw with his nose until Jack tilted his head back, burying his face against the hollow of his throat, breathing in deeply, tongue lapping a path across warm skin.
“Need you...” He whimpered slightly, trousers uncomfortably tight.
“God, what's gotten into you?” He grinned, tugging Ianto’s face up to kiss him. “Though, I have to say, I rather enjoy this.” He chuckled, running a hand down to Ianto's tail, curling it into his hand as Jack kissed Ianto back more forcefully.
Moaning, Ianto sagged against Jack, shiver running down his spine as careful fingers caressed his tail.
“It's like...s'like this fog of want, and heat, and need, and...please Jack...” Whimpering softly, he reached down, fumbling with his belt, shoving his trousers down, feet bare already, no underwear.
“Gwen, and Owen...and Tosh, and you...c'n barely breathe, air's so thick with it...” The scent of everyone’s arousal in the air was overwhelming, pheremones mingling together until it felt like he was drowning in their need.
“Shhh. It's okay, I understand.” Jack gently moved Ianto back until they reached Jack's desk, carefully laying Ianto down on it.
“I told you I always wanted to do this across my desk.” He chuckled, wrapping his fingers around Ianto’s cock, stroking slowly. “What would you like, Ianto? Anything you'd like.” He kissed Ianto’s chin softly, glancing down at Tosh’s workstation in time to see Tosh give in, pulling up the CCTV feed on her screen.
Biting his lip, Ianto’s back arched, tail swishing from side to side, brushing his thighs, curling up between spread legs, brushing against Jack's legs now.
“Anything...” He breathed, hands curling against the desk, nails scraping against hard wood. “Just...you. Want you.”
Jack would love to draw this out, but it didn't seem fair to do that to Ianto right now. He moved his hand to stroke up and down Ianto slowly but firmly, making sure to twist at the top and down at the bottom before putting his mouth right by Ianto's ear.
“Did I mention how amazing that was? I didn't expect you to want to do something like that and we'll have hell to pay to Owen, but my God. Seeing you like that was just so...” He moaned softly, hoping to get his point across. Ianto shuddered as Jack's breath gusted against his ear, so sensitive now, back arching up off the desk as his hips moved into Jack's fist, soft cries falling from his lips.
“Couldn't...couldn't stop myself...” he groaned, one hand sliding up into Jack's hair, tugging him close to kiss him, hard. “You're too fucking tempting.” There was a hint of a growl to his voice, Ianto wondering how he was going to get through the day without pouncing Jack in front of the others. Realising he didn’t care, he kissed Jack again. Jack kissed back enthusiastically, his hand working faster on Ianto.
“You're one to talk, with the way you curl that tail around my neck every time you walk by. Don't think I haven't noticed what game you're playing at there.” He smirked. “Such a tease...” He nipped softly at the top of Ianto’s ear, soft fur tickling his face. “But God, I love it.”
Ianto whimpered, hands clutching and releasing Jack's arms, in time with each slow stroke of Jack's hand on his cock. He was panting now, soft mewls and whimpers interspersed with breathy pleas. Struggling to keep his eyes open, Ianto looked up at Jack, lips parted as his head fell back against the desk, spine arched as he nearly screamed Jack's name, body jerking as he spilled over Jack's hand.
Jack’s eyes were wide as he watched Ianto through the spasms of his orgasm. He leaned over to capture Ianto’s mouth when it seemed Ianto had finished, his own hand languidly working up and down, drawing out the last of Ianto's orgasm for as long as he could.
“Fucking gorgeous like this, did you know that?” Jack pulled back a bit to admire the disheveled way Ianto was sprawled across his desk. “I think I'd like to always have you on my desk like this...” He smirked and licked his own hand clean, much the way Ianto would normally.
Ianto purred softly into the kiss, clutching weakly at Jack, trying to pull him close again, knowing he looked utterly debauched and not caring in the slightest.
Jack sat down slowly, pulling at Ianto until he was curled up in his lap, one hand automatically falling to rub and scratch behind his ears, growing used to the soft purring vibrations that ran from him into Jack's chest.
“You feel good in my lap. Very warm. How long do you think we can stay like this until someone comes in to interrupt?” He moved one arm around Ianto's body to keep him cuddled close as the other continued stroking behind his ears.
Ianto made himself comfortable, gladly curling up in Jack's lap, purring softly, still. His tail curled over Jack's arm, brushing softly against his wrist as Ianto's arms slid around Jack's waist.
“Less than five minutes...” He mumbled sleepily, eyes fighting the urge to drift closed. “'ll be th'end'f the world or somethin'...s'always th'apocalypse.” He shivered a little, pressing closer to Jack's warmth, purring contentedly.
Jack leant further back in the chair, absentmindedly scratching at Ianto and thinking.
“Ianto,” his voice was soft, “tell me what it's like... do you like it? The change I mean... And if you'd like, I can always tell the rest to go home. If you're feeling tired.” He nuzzled into the soft hair on top of Ianto’s head, beginning to feel just as sleepy and sated.
Ianto tried to concentrate, distracted by post-orgasm sleepiness, and the feel of Jack's hand in his hair, the soft lull of his voice.
“I...I don't know...” He mumbled, shifting a little, trying to wake up enough to think, to explain.
“It's...it's just so confusing. and explaining these,” he gestured to his ears, “to people might be a bit difficult.” He smiled a little, dropping his head back down against Jack's shoulder. “S'nice, having an excuse to curl up in your lap though.” His smile widened, expression still soft as Jack chuckled.
“I will admit, there are some aspects of this that are rather fun...” Jack's grin was entirely cheeky as he shifted just a bit, to make things more comfortable for them.
“The tail is frankly, very kinky and we all know I'm about that, I like what you do when I scratch behind your ears and,” Jack leant in a bit and lowered his voice, “I kind of like having an excuse to keep you in my lap.” Jack smiled softly before pressing his mouth to Ianto's, gently kissing him, running his tongue a bit along Ianto's outer bottom lip before he was let in to taste at Ianto's mouth; Jack hummed into the kiss as he pressed Ianto closer to him.
Ianto laughed with Jack, the sound lost as their lips met, soft contented hum as his lips parted, the sound dissolving into a low rumbling purr, his arms wrapping more tightly around Jack. He broke the kiss, yawning, tongue curling up at the tip as he tipped his head back, emitting a very unmanly squeak before shutting his mouth. He rubbed at one eye, leaning close to kiss Jack again, sleepily.
Jack chuckled softly at Ianto’s sleepy contentment, his own head nudging softly at Ianto's a bit, pressing kisses upon available skin whenever he could. Ianto murmured drowsy approval, tilting his head to try and catch Jack's mouth as he was kissed, snuggling closer. His tail was still now, curled along his thigh, the tip lying against Jack's arm. He was half-asleep when Jack covered him with a jacket, and he smiled, murmuring a slurred thank you as he settled down against Jack.
Jack had grabbed Ianto's jacket when he heard someone's footsteps on the stairs, making sure to cover Ianto, but not remove him from his lap when the door opened-it was Owen. Looking rather dishevelled himself and very uncomfortable. Jack just smirked and tipped the chair back further, making sure to keep Ianto in his lap, right where Owen could see him.
“What can I do for you Owen?” He smiled, as Owen fidgeted, Jack’s office not a place he really wanted to be right now.
“Right, Harkness, the rest of us were just wondering if we were going to be doing work today or if you were going to be up here the rest of the time, playing with your little pet?”
Ianto’s eyes snapped open, Ianto feeling distinctly more awake.
“I wasn't a 'little pet' when I shot you in the shoulder, Owen” His voice was hoarse with sleep and purring and anger as he turned his head, glaring at Owen. Who glared right back at him.
“The tail and ears, not to mention where you are, say differently.” Owen answered back, hands shoved into pockets. Ianto sat upright a little, jacket slipping down his shoulders.
“And who's fucking fault is it that I've got a tail? Who was messing about with a device we were told to leave alone? And you weren't complaining when me and Jack got Gwen so horny she was desperate for you to fuck her. And oh so grateful for your mediocre skills in bed.” He smirked a little at that, eyes cold.
“I said I was sorry about that, alright?” Owen glared daggers at Ianto. “Not that you haven't enjoyed what's happened though, have you? Rather enjoyed the effects I would say, wrapping that fucking tail of yours round Jack anytime you can. And you say I get desperate for a fuck.”
Jack was rather entertained by this little sparring match and just continued to watch, one hand still gently petting Ianto's neck as if to remind him that he was still there. Ianto snarled at Owen’s words, straightening further.
“You try walking around in here with fucking animal senses. I can barely breathe, let alone think straight. All the chemicals you smother yourselves in, trying to mask who you really are, until the air's thick with it. Fake scent clogging the air, thick with pheremones and fear and need. It’s a wonder anyone gets any work done.” He was shaking now, angry and hurt and unsure. Jack sat up straighter, frowning at Owen.
“Owen, take Tosh and Gwen and go have a look at the UFO that supposedly landed out in the country.” Jack’s voice was stern as he wrapped one hand around Ianto's neck and held him close.
“Yeah, whatever...” Owen turned, practically hurrying out the door and down the steps. Jack turned his attention back to the creature in his arms that had begun shaking a bit.
“Ianto?” He murmured. Ianto’s head snapped round from watching Owen, whole body near-vibrating with anger and confusion. He sagged, wrapping his arms around Jack, burying his nose in the soft hair just behind Jack's ear. He breathed deeply, soothing himself with the fact that all he could smell now was Jack, calming him, protecting him.
“I'm fine.” He murmured at last, a little embarrassed. “Maybe I should...” He started to move away, loathe to do so, but not wanting to think about what Owen was saying to the others downstairs. It was so easy, to forget about everything else when Jack was around, but he couldn’t.
Jack let Ianto climb out of his lap, but grabbed his hand before he could wander off too far from him.
“No worries about him, I'll have to sort him out soon anyways.” He tugged gently on Ianto's hand and tugged him towards his room. “Right now you look exhausted. Come on.” He led Ianto towards the bed and lay back, pulling Ianto down with him.
Ianto followed, stumbling slightly. He was still upset, looking over his shoulder as Jack tugged him into his room, trying to see what Owen was doing. He gave in, sinking down onto Jack’s bed with a sigh. Sliding under the covers, he tried to get his tail covered without lying on it. He settled on his side, pressed against Jack, pouting a little at the clothes between them.
“Off.” He murmured, plucking at Jack’s shirt, trying to undo his buttons without looking properly.
Jack laughed softly, slipping out and away from Ianto and the bed. "I'll only be a moment." Jack promised, climbing back up the ladder and out of his office to catch Owen, Gwen and Tosh right before they leave. "Owen." Jack said evenly, Owen fidgeting already under Jack's heavy gaze.
"Yeah yeah I know." Owen grumbled, palming the keys in his coat pocket and refusing to look Jack in the eyes again.
"We'll talk about it later." Jack relented, smiling at Tosh and feeling much better when she relaxed and smiled back at him.
"Yeah and uhh... tell him." Owen paused on his way out, searching for the right words. "Tell him I'm--"
"I'll tell him you didn't mean it." Owen nodded and headed out with the girls as Jack made his way back inside his room to check on Ianto.
"Ianto?" Jack called softly, in case the man had fallen asleep. Jack began to get rid of his clothes when he felt soft hands on his chest and a purring voice in his ear. "So not asleep then. Good."
Curled up in a ball, Ianto watched as Jack walked into the room, faint light reflecting off green eyes as they opened. He stood as Jack turned away to begin undressing, sliding his hands up under Jack’s arms, palms against Jack’s chest.
“You sure they don’t need you?” He murmured, purring as he rubbed his nose against Jack’s hair, thoroughly messing it up in the process. He was more than happy to keep Jack here, to have a warm body curled up against his. It was odd. He’d been somehow altered, cat-senses fusing with his own…but he didn’t have that feline sense of aloofness, that need to be alone. It was something far deeper, far more…he would almost say wolf-like, the need to have his..well, his family, around him.
Jack shrugged and sank blessedly down onto the mattress and into Ianto. "It's most likely a downed weather balloon and all they have to do is calm down some hysterical countryman-- no offense-- and move on from there. If it is something though, mobile's not out of reach and they'll call."
Jack hummed into Ianto's neck, pulling him closer and pondering on the differences in Ianto since the alien tech had played around with his DNA. He was a much bigger tease now than he was, and much more inclined to actually fulfill those teases now no matter where they were as well.
There was this though, too. Ianto had always liked to, well Jack might as well admit it, cuddle after sex. And normally Jack wouldn't mind obliging him, but it wasn't really his thing. Now though, Ianto was actually capable of asking for the petting he wanted and what was more, Jack no longer had any problem in giving them.
"Owen says he's sorry by the way." Jack whispered into Ianto's ear, reaching out to nip it softly as he let one hand fall to the small of Ianto's back, right above where his tail began.
Ianto purred throatily as he arranged himself in Jack’s arms, prodding at Jack until they were both settled comfortably. He shivered a little, ear flicking as Jack whispered to him, soft smile on his face. He laughed a little.
“Was that before or after you glared at him?” His back arched a little, encouraging Jack’s hand into motion, wanting petted. And now, he had an excuse for it.
Jack chuckled at how well Ianto knew everyone and nosed gently at the baby soft hairs on Ianto's ear. "Alright, it was after. But he did seem sincere." Jack mumbled, his hand rubbing gently at Ianto's back before his hand was forced into new positions.
"I do believe these new cat-like qualities work for you Ianto." Jack teased gently, continuing to pet Ianto but no longer feeling sleepy as he had in his office. "I don't know many men who could pull of a tail and fuzzy ears and still retain some masculinity, so here's to you for that."
Jack moved a bit further down Ianto's body and nipped insistently at the soft skin on his neck before soothing over it with his tongue.
Ianto laughed a little.
“Thank you, I think…” He sighed softly, head falling to the side as he welcomed Jack’s attention, trying to fight the skittish feeling in his stomach, trying to ignore the fact that he never cleaned up after his impromptu session with Jack. He felt dirty, and not in the way that lying in bed with Jack normally led to.
He moved, restlessly, turning his head to kiss Jack, trying to ignore this new feeling. Which was more than a little offputting, now he had realised it was there.
Jack watched Ianto squirm about trying to get comfortable with a rather amused expression on his face. "Need any help then?" Jack asked, one hand trailing further down Ianto's back to wrap his tail around Jack's hand.
Jack would admit, quite whole heartedly, to having a fetish with the tail. But then, it wasn't often that your average human lover turned up with cat senses, ears and a tail to play with and Jack fully intended on taking advantage of the situation. It was, after all, what he was known for.
"Anything I can do?" Jack rolled them over, making sure to move Ianto's tail just enough so that it wasn't hurting him to be on his back. Jack wriggled, getting Ianto to open his legs so he could lie between them and leaned over to kiss and nip at Ianto's Adam’s apple.
Ianto laughed softly as Jack grabbed his tail, amused by his fascination with it. He let Jack move him to where he wanted, one knee slightly bent as he wrapped his arms around Jack, head tilting back against the pillows.
“I’m fine…” He murmured, distracted by the feel of Jack’s mouth against his neck, fighting the urge to pin Jack down and lick him clean. Some parts of his transformation he was more than happy with; others, he was refusing to give in to.
"You're still squirming..." Jack mumbled as his mouth ventured further down, now licking and nipping at the hollow of Ianto's throat. "And I don't mean squirming in that good way either. Not yet at least." Jack smirked against Ianto's skin as as he slipped further down again.
Jack flicked his tongue against one of Ianto's nipples just to see what he would do and was pleasantly gratified by the jerk in Ianto's body. "Ahh, the things you do to me Ianto." Jack mumbled, nipping at the soft flesh before flicking at it again. "The things I'd like to do to you..." Jack chuckled and let his tongue slide against the grooves of Ianto's ribs.
Ianto arched, purr rumbling quietly in his throat as Jack licked him, sagging into the sheets as he began to relax. The wicked slide of Jack’s tongue against his nipple had him tensing, soft moan escaping, fingers sliding through Jack’s hair.
“Keep doing that…” He mumbled, purr growling louder as Jack’s tongue continued to do wicked things to him, fingers gently kneading Jack’s scalp. Part of him was thinking, ‘Oh God, I’m going to be covered in saliva now…’ But that was being overruled by feline instincts, which definitely approved of tongue baths. Especially from Jack.
“M’not gonna stop you doing anything, Jack…” He grinned. “Unless you plan on inviting Owen to join us.”
Jack chuckled against Ianto's chest and moved to Ianto's other side to lick at the skin on that side, see if it tasted any different from those on the left. "I do believe I remember cat's having a licking fascination..." Jack began, letting his tongue trace down the indentations of Ianto's stomach muscles before flickering into his belly button.
Jack looked up at Ianto's face and his expression of bliss and chuckled. "Well, at least I have my answer then." Jack swirled his tongue around Ianto's belly button again before gently picking up one of his hands and sucking a digit into his mouth to lick it clean.
"I can assure you," Jack continued as he moved on to the next finger. "Of all the three ways I have imagined," and then the next one, this time with a bit of a suck. "Owen was never in them."
Purring still, Ianto smiled, shifting a bit as Jack’s tongue traced lines against warm skin, his fingers curling and relaxing against the sheets. He looked down as Jack picked up his hand, groaning gently as he carefully licked and sucked at his fingers.
Shifting back up the bed, Jack reached one hand down to scratch lightly at Ianto's ears, enjoying how he knew what touches Ianto liked now and when he wanted them.
Ianto smiled, both eyes falling half-closed instead when Jack reached down, purr rumbling loudly in his throat. He leant up for a long kiss, breaking it only when Jack stopped petting him. Ianto arched an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘did I give you permission to stop?’. He nudged Jack’s hand with his head, quiet ‘mrrrow’ as he tried to get Jack to continue.
"Oh well then yes sir." Jack breathed and shot Ianto a cheeky look, his hands going back to Ianto's ears and scratched a bit harder.
"Are there any other places I don't know of yet that you like to be petted?" Jack asked, one hand curled around Ianto's tail and the other scratching his ears. "Any place new that I don't know of that you'd like me to find?" Jack grinned.
Ianto’s eyes were closed, body slumped against Jack’s as he lay with his chin on Jack’s chest, purring happily. He opened one eye to look at Jack, grinning a little.
“You could always pet me all over and find out that way…” He suggested, rolling onto his back, arching off the bed as he stretched, yawning widely. He turned his head to look up at Jack, still purring enthusiastically. One hand scratched idly at his stomach, grimacing as it came away sticky.
“I need a shower.” He murmured, trying to summon the energy to move; and also quell the shiver of unease at the thought of water. It was fine. Just his imagination. A long hot shower would be perfect right now.
"A shower eh? A shower and then," Jack leaned in, his mouth right by Ianto's ear and murmured. "I will gladly bring you back here and lay you down and find all of your favourite spots to be petted." Jack's voice was a low growl and he flicked his tongue against Ianto's ear and smirked at Ianto's full body shiver.
"You head on down to the bathroom, I'm going to give the others a call and check and see how they're doing."
Ianto forced himself to get up and head for the showers, more than convinced by Jack’s promise. He switched the shower on, looking at himself in the mirror, critically. He tried making his hair stick up (more than it already was from Jack’s fingers running through it), seeing if he could hide his ears. It looked like he was going to have to grow his hair, if he ever wanted to leave the house. At least the ears were almost the same colour as his hair.
Sighing, he turned towards the shower, smiling as he saw clouds of steam billowing up. Hot and relaxing and perfect. Pulling open the door, he stepped inside. And yowled.
On to Chapter Three