Scent
Title: Scent (1/1)
Series: Something that starts with "S", part six
Characters: Jack & Ianto + Martha, Gwen
Rating: NC-17
Genre: all 31 flavors
Summary: When a weevil round-up goes wrong, Ianto save's the day (and then collects the spoils of war).
A/N: for horizonssing day 16. part of the newly named series, so read the whole thing.
To say that life in the hub was entertaining was something of an understatement. After wrecking the old SUV, and unknowingly putting the life of Ianto and Jack's unborn child in danger, Gwen was both miffed and horrified to discover she was now the primary caretaker of the captive weevil population. The actual meeting in which the assignment was made also marked the first time the mainframe's iTosh persona displayed its more creative side. After the meeting, alert messages displayed on their computers (except Gwen's of course) included an animated Gwen picture obviously grabbed from the CCTV in the conference room. Eye's bulging like a cartoon character and mouth gaping open then closed with a speech bubble displaying the alert had caused Ianto to flush an adorably deep red, Martha to actually snort and Jack- well it took Ianto several hours to clean the coffee from all of the surfaces which were sprayed. Gwen was blissfully ignorant of this system update, as iTosh would only display what they were now calling 'the guppy alert' when Gwen couldn't see it. The more Ianto thought about it, the more he could see the real Tosh's personality taking over- the Tosh with whom he plotted stupid tricks, who he complained about Jack with, and missed so much it hurt to breath. He smiled at the thought of Tosh doing what iTosh was at the moment- accidentally putting the environmental systems in the vaults in maintenance mode so the temperature rose about 10 degrees and the air didn't circulate- just prior to Gwen's rounds of cleaning and feeding. Few things were more odorous than weevil droppings, and the increased temperature with no circulation should really help quell Gwen's need to 'connect' with them.
Ianto was actually stunned at how well Gwen had taken the news of Jack's condition and both Gwen and Martha were excited to hear about the upcoming nuptials. Martha even offered to have a double wedding, which Ianto politely declined. "You deserve to have your own special memories Martha, there's no reason you should share being the center of attention with us." Ianto smiled at her and continued, "besides, you wouldn't want Jack hogging your spotlight, he'll look so much better in his dress." Ianto wished he had a camera for the expression on Martha's face before she melted into a fit of laughter.
"Oi! What's so funny you two? Am I going to need to get the hose out again?" Jack bellowed while leaning over the railing next to the hot house, "and its beside the point, you Mister Jones would look far sexier in a white ensemble than I, even if I do have the legs for it." Jack was leering down at them.
"Oh, I don't about that. I believe the tradition is that whoever happens to be pregnant is usually the one wearing the dress. And I believe we have unequivocal proof of whom that is, now don't we?" Ianto raised an eyebrow and looked Jack up and down as he climbed the stairs to join him. Ianto didn't have a lot of experience with pregnancy, but he could already see minor changes in Jack's physique. His face was slightly rounder, some of the hard lines of muscle had softened, and Jack's scent changed. Ianto couldn't put his finger on it, but it was different- almost addictive. Without even thinking, as he reached Jack's side, he leaned into his neck and exhaled hot breath before lightly licking at the exposed skin above his collar and inhaling deeply. He pulled back with a small sigh and looked at Jack again before saying, "and I already told you. Nothing fancy- a simple ceremony then brunch," before he went back to his duties. Martha watched the entire scene with amusement before calling after Jack.
"Jack, when you have a few minutes, I do have some questions so we can be prepared and any difference I should be aware of. Ianto, you should probably be there too." Martha looked at them waiting for an answer before offering her own suggestion, "why don't we take care of this now, while Gwen is busy dancing with weevils." Ianto and Jack obediently followed Martha down into the conference room where she accessed the medical system and displayed information on the main plasma screen. Ianto slid a freshly made cappuccino with chocolate sprinkles in front of Martha and a cup of simple black for himself before placing a tea cup in front of Jack, which he frowned at like someone had just stolen his puppy.
"Ianto? What's this?" Jack looked at him with confusion.
"It's tea Jack, chamomile with apple and cinnamon to be exact." Ianto stated.
"But, I want coffee." Jack pouted.
"You're allowed 3 regular cups of coffee a day per Martha which equates to one cup of what you drink. The rest of the time you get chamomile or fruit tea." Ianto gave Jack his patented don't-mess-me-if-you-know-what's-good-for-you look which caused Jack to groan slightly before sipping the tea. "Be good, and I'll let you have some biscuits." Martha found this all highly amusing, but got to business.
"Right, now that's settled; I need information from you Jack to make sure this pregnancy is going the way it should. First off, around when do you think you got pregnant?
"The week before we had our visitor from the future." Jack said without preamble. "The Saturday before, to be exact." Martha looked at her calendar to mark the date and then compared it to her data before asking.
"How can you be so sure? That doesn't match up with the medical scans at all, if that was the case, you'd only be about 3 weeks along, yet the scan looks like 8 to 10 weeks." Martha stared at Jack, and Ianto turned to him as well.
"I'm not a 21st century woman Martha. I'm a man from the 51st century, a frontier colony to be exact, where genetic manipulation was used to make up for the mortality rate. I have to actively encourage my body to enter a reproductive phase and I know it was that Saturday because I could taste it." Jack looked at Ianto to explain, "when the hormone levels are high enough and an egg is released, I can taste it in my mouth- its like a ton of garlic hits me all at once. Its a fail safe, the idea was that if you got overly excited you'd know to stop because the garlic would be overpowering. Accidental pregnancy was frowned on." Jack looked down at his tea waiting for Ianto to piece it together.
"Forty clove chicken with mashed parsnips." Ianto recounted, "you never ordered that at the pub before. You were covering the hormone marker." Ianto paused, "Jack, why didn't you just tell me you wanted to have a kid instead of the subterfuge?" Ianto reached over and grabbed Jack's hand in his own. "I would have said yes, after I stopped hyperventilating." Ianto rubbed his thumb along the back of Jack's hand and felt himself begin to harden. Trying to regain composure, he pulled his hand away, Ianto looked back to Martha, then asked Jack, "the manipulation; it included accelerated reproduction didn't it."
Jack smiled weakly, "always the clever one, that's my Ianto. Basically, female pregnancies are unchanged with 9 month gestations. For male pregnancy they came up with a geometric pregnancy." Ianto and Martha looked at him puzzled. "They tried to keep men working in the colony as much as possible; so gestation was shortened. The first generation had gestation periods of 9 months, then each generation down was supposed to be shorter. By the time I was born, a male pregnancy lasted only 6 months- the first 3 months were like a normal female trimester, but the second three months were accelerated. If we go by what Branwen told Ianto, then this pregnancy will go 7 and a half months; probably because Ianto's DNA hasn't been mucked about with like mine. If this goes anything like last time, I won't even show much more than a small beer belly until the last month during which I'll basically sleep and eat all the time while the kid grows at warp speed." Jack tried to keep going to avoid questions about last time. "Since there isn't a possibility of natural childbirth, there's another hormone tag built in that will signal the right time for the c-section. I'd rather not go into describing it if you don't mind."
Suddenly the conference phone blinked on, "Jack? Martha? Where are you? There's no one in the main hub and we've got a report of several rogue weevils." Ianto noticed Gwen made no mention of him, apparently it was her passive-aggressive side shining through. "I would get the SUV ready, but it won't recognize my finger print. Gwen was still peeved that she'd been banned from driving until further notice, and Ianto rather enjoyed how iTosh was concurring with the decision by disabling the ignition when Gwen tried to start it.
"We're on our way now Gwen." Jack said in his best command voice, "come on, work to do."
The weevils had congregated behind a fish processing plant, obviously gorging themselves on the offal. Ianto was driving while Jack rode in the passenger seat plotting how to best contain six weevils with only four people. Martha had made improvements to the weevil spray, but they only had two containers of it ready, and the old spray was essentially worthless these days. It was going to be stun guns, darts and nets to slow them, then a spray or sedative before manacles and a bag. The new SUV had a much bigger storage area in back, and Ianto was sure he could make six weevils fit. He hadn't noticed when his left hand had migrated over onto Jack's lap, or that he was again stroking the back of Jack's hand, until he felt the tell tale signs of his own stirring erection. He had to mentally shake himself out of it as they arrived at the warehouse and prepared to take down the weevils. Martha and Jack went one direction while Gwen and Ianto went the other. Ianto would prefer to be with Jack, but Martha wasn't fully up to speed so it was best for her to be with someone reliable, and Ianto wouldn't trust Gwen to cover Jack's back. He had to stop himself more than once from growling at her, or wanting to castigate her again for nearly getting Jack killed; but Ianto was a professional and kept it tightly under wraps.
The teams surrounded the weevils as they gorged themselves on fish remains and began setting their traps. The plan was to net off both ends of the alley so the weevils couldn't get out and at each end they'd fire stun guns, and tranquilizer darts until all were subdued. Each team had a can of the new spray if the weevil's got too close to the nets. It was working well, Ianto had darted four of the weevils in rapid succession and Gwen was holding ready with the spray and the stun gun; just in case, she was standing close enough to Ianto so she could drop the stun gun and grab his Glock if needed. The last two weevils had run the other direction, right into Jack and Martha's nets, and that's when it all went pear shaped. The net collapsed, knocking Martha hard into a wall where she lost her grip on the spray and stun gun. Jack had already used up all of his darts and was going for his Webley when the first weevil struck him, throwing him several feet.
It went so quickly, that if it weren't for the CCTV, none of them could have sworn what happened. But something in Ianto snapped, some overwhelming need to protect Jack took over. He ripped the net out of the way and was running towards the weevils with his Glock out and pumped two shots into the back of each weevil's head. Without thinking, he spun back at the tranquilized weevils and did the same to each before turning around and running to Jack's side. He pulled Jack up into his arms and buried is face in his neck tightly making sure Jack was okay while still sensing every movement around him. When a crunch sounded too close, Ianto whipped around and had a kill shot targeted at Gwen who stopped in her tracks and put her hands in the air.
"Ianto, its me. You can put the gun down now. I'm not going to hurt you. The area's secure and its all right. Come on Ianto, its all right now." Gwen was scared out of her wits. In the year's she's known Ianto Jones, she's never seen him like this before. She'd seen him emotionally wounded, cold and calculated, and even furious; but this was different. His pupils were blown and he was acting like a rabid guard dog.
"Ianto, I'm okay- put the gun down. You protected me." Jack's voice was calm and soothing. All the tension left Ianto and he collapsed down into Jack like a puppet whose strings were cut. Jack held him close and looked up at Gwen who was still standing there in shock. "Gwen, make sure Martha's okay, then start loading the weevils into the SUV. I need to take care of Ianto for a couple of minutes, then I'll help. Gwen nodded mutely and helped Martha from the tangled netting as Jack led Ianto away from the pile of dead weevils.
They barely rounded the corner of the building before Ianto set upon Jack, pulling at his clothes in a panic, biting at his neck as clothing was strewn across the ground. Ianto was running his hands all over Jack, looking for any injuries, while pressing his face and mouth against every inch of skin- tasting and smelling. He tore his own clothes off while keeping Jack pressed to the building before falling to his knees and in a single motion took Jack's cock all the way down his throat. The tension in Ianto was apparent from the gagging he emitted; but he pinned Jack in place by hollowing his cheeks and sucking as hard as he could while pressing one hand flat against Jack's stomach and using the other to both finger Jack's hole and push him deeper down his throat. The sheer desperation of Ianto's frantic blow job was nearly enough to push Jack over the edge, but he willed himself to relax so as not to hurt Ianto. Jack carefully ran fingers through Ianto's hair, while he used the other hand to keep himself from slamming back into the tin building. Ianto was working Jack's cock furiously, all tongue, hard suction and just enough grazing of teeth to make Jack buck and squirm. Ianto had two dry fingers pressed into Jack's body which was causing both a delicious burn and crazed sensations from overstimulated nerves. Jack could feel himself about to orgasm and Ianto felt the cues as balls tightened against his face and Jack's erection swelled in him mouth. In one final act of desperation, Ianto released Jack's cock completely and blew a rush of air over it before pressing it all the way into the back of his throat in one movement until his nose was completely crush into Jack's pubic bone. As he felt the first vague pulses, Ianto clenched his throat and pressed deep and hard with his fingers to stimulate Jack's prostate. He felt Jack's hand clench tightly in his hair and heard the hoarse breaths as Jack emptied into his throat and mouth.
When Jack's legs gave way, Ianto pulled his fingers from Jack's hole so he could hold tight to his hips to continue sucking every last moment from Jack's orgasm. With a wet pop, Jack's quickly softening dick fell from Ianto's mouth at which time Ianto grabbed his own neglected cock and quickly worked himself to release. As he cried out, emptying himself all over Jack's stomach and crotch. Without thought, he smeared his orgasm over Jack messily before collapsing against him and from a haze growled, "mine."
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The first thing Ianto registered was that his jaw hurt. The second thing was that he was very cold and very, very naked! He nearly leapt into a standing position only to find himself naked under an immense sky seeing nothing but water in one direction and spinning around to an equally naked Jack leaning against a steel warehouse. Jack was smiling up at him and before Ianto could say or do anything Jack said, "welcome back Mister Jones. If you are quite done staking your claim, do you think we can get dressed and take those dead weevils back to the hub?" Ianto stood frozen, it all came rushing back to him.
"Oh god. What happened Jack? What's wrong with me?" Ianto was shaking, and not because of the bay breeze raising goosebumps on his naked body.
"I think you're having an extreme reaction to my pregnancy pheromones." Jack told him quietly as he pulled his own clothes on and carefully helped Ianto dress. "I didn't have a chance to explain them and it seems a bit early, but it explains a lot," Jack buttoned Ianto's shirt up and held him still. "Along with the genetic manipulations, they figured they needed to add a component to bond the other partner to the pregnant one. Human evolution makes a man want to protect a woman pregnant with his child; but they weren't sure it would hold true if it was another man so they helped things out. Once small fry here started baking, your DNA mixed with mine and that's being transmitted into my endocrine system. My pheromones used to be attractive to anyone; right now they're tailored just for you." Jack smile a wolfish grin, "its a genetic bear trap to keep you with me, to help protect me until the baby is born. I guess its another case where your DNA causes things to run a bit different." Jack pulled Ianto close so Ianto could breathe in Jack's sent. "You saw a danger to me and the baby, and it short circuited your brain- you were running on primitive instincts to protect. I must admit, twelve perfect head shots on moving weevils is incredibly hot Ianto." Jack ran his tongue around the shell of Ianto's ear and whispered, "and I don't think you'll need to worry about Gwen trying to play with your toys anymore- I think she quite clearly saw you mark your territory."
Jack and Ianto made their way back to the site of the weevil massacre to find that Martha and Gwen had already cleared it. Gwen was sitting in the back of the SUV, visibly shaken; while Martha was standing guard, waiting for their return. "So gentlemen, is there something else that I should know about?" Martha was in doctor mode, waiting for an answer, "that wasn't a request."
Ianto began to apologize, embarrassed by his actions and especially concerned at the loss of control; but Jack cut him short and said, "its my fault Martha and I'll apologize to Gwen. I didn't get to warn everyone about some of the more unusual changes due to male pregnancy. From now on, Ianto will need to partner with me on missions." Martha nodded as they walked towards the SUV.
"Jack, will I get worse as the pregnancy advances? I mean, am I going to start snarling and snapping at every person that even looks at you?" Ianto was genuinely worried.
"I don't think so. I probably only just started producing the modified pheromones, which would explain why you reacted so dramatically. Hopefully as you get used to them, you'll just be your normal overly protective self. But I gotta admit, I kinda like this side of you. It's really hot Ianto." Jack gave him a grin as the drove back to the hub.
"Jack, I might as well have pissed on your leg- doesn't that weird you out even a little?"
"Well, it is a bit sticky. But whatever gets you through the day."
The story continues in Saturated, Part One
Series: Something that starts with "S", part six
Characters: Jack & Ianto + Martha, Gwen
Rating: NC-17
Genre: all 31 flavors
Summary: When a weevil round-up goes wrong, Ianto save's the day (and then collects the spoils of war).
A/N: for horizonssing day 16. part of the newly named series, so read the whole thing.
To say that life in the hub was entertaining was something of an understatement. After wrecking the old SUV, and unknowingly putting the life of Ianto and Jack's unborn child in danger, Gwen was both miffed and horrified to discover she was now the primary caretaker of the captive weevil population. The actual meeting in which the assignment was made also marked the first time the mainframe's iTosh persona displayed its more creative side. After the meeting, alert messages displayed on their computers (except Gwen's of course) included an animated Gwen picture obviously grabbed from the CCTV in the conference room. Eye's bulging like a cartoon character and mouth gaping open then closed with a speech bubble displaying the alert had caused Ianto to flush an adorably deep red, Martha to actually snort and Jack- well it took Ianto several hours to clean the coffee from all of the surfaces which were sprayed. Gwen was blissfully ignorant of this system update, as iTosh would only display what they were now calling 'the guppy alert' when Gwen couldn't see it. The more Ianto thought about it, the more he could see the real Tosh's personality taking over- the Tosh with whom he plotted stupid tricks, who he complained about Jack with, and missed so much it hurt to breath. He smiled at the thought of Tosh doing what iTosh was at the moment- accidentally putting the environmental systems in the vaults in maintenance mode so the temperature rose about 10 degrees and the air didn't circulate- just prior to Gwen's rounds of cleaning and feeding. Few things were more odorous than weevil droppings, and the increased temperature with no circulation should really help quell Gwen's need to 'connect' with them.
Ianto was actually stunned at how well Gwen had taken the news of Jack's condition and both Gwen and Martha were excited to hear about the upcoming nuptials. Martha even offered to have a double wedding, which Ianto politely declined. "You deserve to have your own special memories Martha, there's no reason you should share being the center of attention with us." Ianto smiled at her and continued, "besides, you wouldn't want Jack hogging your spotlight, he'll look so much better in his dress." Ianto wished he had a camera for the expression on Martha's face before she melted into a fit of laughter.
"Oi! What's so funny you two? Am I going to need to get the hose out again?" Jack bellowed while leaning over the railing next to the hot house, "and its beside the point, you Mister Jones would look far sexier in a white ensemble than I, even if I do have the legs for it." Jack was leering down at them.
"Oh, I don't about that. I believe the tradition is that whoever happens to be pregnant is usually the one wearing the dress. And I believe we have unequivocal proof of whom that is, now don't we?" Ianto raised an eyebrow and looked Jack up and down as he climbed the stairs to join him. Ianto didn't have a lot of experience with pregnancy, but he could already see minor changes in Jack's physique. His face was slightly rounder, some of the hard lines of muscle had softened, and Jack's scent changed. Ianto couldn't put his finger on it, but it was different- almost addictive. Without even thinking, as he reached Jack's side, he leaned into his neck and exhaled hot breath before lightly licking at the exposed skin above his collar and inhaling deeply. He pulled back with a small sigh and looked at Jack again before saying, "and I already told you. Nothing fancy- a simple ceremony then brunch," before he went back to his duties. Martha watched the entire scene with amusement before calling after Jack.
"Jack, when you have a few minutes, I do have some questions so we can be prepared and any difference I should be aware of. Ianto, you should probably be there too." Martha looked at them waiting for an answer before offering her own suggestion, "why don't we take care of this now, while Gwen is busy dancing with weevils." Ianto and Jack obediently followed Martha down into the conference room where she accessed the medical system and displayed information on the main plasma screen. Ianto slid a freshly made cappuccino with chocolate sprinkles in front of Martha and a cup of simple black for himself before placing a tea cup in front of Jack, which he frowned at like someone had just stolen his puppy.
"Ianto? What's this?" Jack looked at him with confusion.
"It's tea Jack, chamomile with apple and cinnamon to be exact." Ianto stated.
"But, I want coffee." Jack pouted.
"You're allowed 3 regular cups of coffee a day per Martha which equates to one cup of what you drink. The rest of the time you get chamomile or fruit tea." Ianto gave Jack his patented don't-mess-me-if-you-know-what's-good-for-you look which caused Jack to groan slightly before sipping the tea. "Be good, and I'll let you have some biscuits." Martha found this all highly amusing, but got to business.
"Right, now that's settled; I need information from you Jack to make sure this pregnancy is going the way it should. First off, around when do you think you got pregnant?
"The week before we had our visitor from the future." Jack said without preamble. "The Saturday before, to be exact." Martha looked at her calendar to mark the date and then compared it to her data before asking.
"How can you be so sure? That doesn't match up with the medical scans at all, if that was the case, you'd only be about 3 weeks along, yet the scan looks like 8 to 10 weeks." Martha stared at Jack, and Ianto turned to him as well.
"I'm not a 21st century woman Martha. I'm a man from the 51st century, a frontier colony to be exact, where genetic manipulation was used to make up for the mortality rate. I have to actively encourage my body to enter a reproductive phase and I know it was that Saturday because I could taste it." Jack looked at Ianto to explain, "when the hormone levels are high enough and an egg is released, I can taste it in my mouth- its like a ton of garlic hits me all at once. Its a fail safe, the idea was that if you got overly excited you'd know to stop because the garlic would be overpowering. Accidental pregnancy was frowned on." Jack looked down at his tea waiting for Ianto to piece it together.
"Forty clove chicken with mashed parsnips." Ianto recounted, "you never ordered that at the pub before. You were covering the hormone marker." Ianto paused, "Jack, why didn't you just tell me you wanted to have a kid instead of the subterfuge?" Ianto reached over and grabbed Jack's hand in his own. "I would have said yes, after I stopped hyperventilating." Ianto rubbed his thumb along the back of Jack's hand and felt himself begin to harden. Trying to regain composure, he pulled his hand away, Ianto looked back to Martha, then asked Jack, "the manipulation; it included accelerated reproduction didn't it."
Jack smiled weakly, "always the clever one, that's my Ianto. Basically, female pregnancies are unchanged with 9 month gestations. For male pregnancy they came up with a geometric pregnancy." Ianto and Martha looked at him puzzled. "They tried to keep men working in the colony as much as possible; so gestation was shortened. The first generation had gestation periods of 9 months, then each generation down was supposed to be shorter. By the time I was born, a male pregnancy lasted only 6 months- the first 3 months were like a normal female trimester, but the second three months were accelerated. If we go by what Branwen told Ianto, then this pregnancy will go 7 and a half months; probably because Ianto's DNA hasn't been mucked about with like mine. If this goes anything like last time, I won't even show much more than a small beer belly until the last month during which I'll basically sleep and eat all the time while the kid grows at warp speed." Jack tried to keep going to avoid questions about last time. "Since there isn't a possibility of natural childbirth, there's another hormone tag built in that will signal the right time for the c-section. I'd rather not go into describing it if you don't mind."
Suddenly the conference phone blinked on, "Jack? Martha? Where are you? There's no one in the main hub and we've got a report of several rogue weevils." Ianto noticed Gwen made no mention of him, apparently it was her passive-aggressive side shining through. "I would get the SUV ready, but it won't recognize my finger print. Gwen was still peeved that she'd been banned from driving until further notice, and Ianto rather enjoyed how iTosh was concurring with the decision by disabling the ignition when Gwen tried to start it.
"We're on our way now Gwen." Jack said in his best command voice, "come on, work to do."
The weevils had congregated behind a fish processing plant, obviously gorging themselves on the offal. Ianto was driving while Jack rode in the passenger seat plotting how to best contain six weevils with only four people. Martha had made improvements to the weevil spray, but they only had two containers of it ready, and the old spray was essentially worthless these days. It was going to be stun guns, darts and nets to slow them, then a spray or sedative before manacles and a bag. The new SUV had a much bigger storage area in back, and Ianto was sure he could make six weevils fit. He hadn't noticed when his left hand had migrated over onto Jack's lap, or that he was again stroking the back of Jack's hand, until he felt the tell tale signs of his own stirring erection. He had to mentally shake himself out of it as they arrived at the warehouse and prepared to take down the weevils. Martha and Jack went one direction while Gwen and Ianto went the other. Ianto would prefer to be with Jack, but Martha wasn't fully up to speed so it was best for her to be with someone reliable, and Ianto wouldn't trust Gwen to cover Jack's back. He had to stop himself more than once from growling at her, or wanting to castigate her again for nearly getting Jack killed; but Ianto was a professional and kept it tightly under wraps.
The teams surrounded the weevils as they gorged themselves on fish remains and began setting their traps. The plan was to net off both ends of the alley so the weevils couldn't get out and at each end they'd fire stun guns, and tranquilizer darts until all were subdued. Each team had a can of the new spray if the weevil's got too close to the nets. It was working well, Ianto had darted four of the weevils in rapid succession and Gwen was holding ready with the spray and the stun gun; just in case, she was standing close enough to Ianto so she could drop the stun gun and grab his Glock if needed. The last two weevils had run the other direction, right into Jack and Martha's nets, and that's when it all went pear shaped. The net collapsed, knocking Martha hard into a wall where she lost her grip on the spray and stun gun. Jack had already used up all of his darts and was going for his Webley when the first weevil struck him, throwing him several feet.
It went so quickly, that if it weren't for the CCTV, none of them could have sworn what happened. But something in Ianto snapped, some overwhelming need to protect Jack took over. He ripped the net out of the way and was running towards the weevils with his Glock out and pumped two shots into the back of each weevil's head. Without thinking, he spun back at the tranquilized weevils and did the same to each before turning around and running to Jack's side. He pulled Jack up into his arms and buried is face in his neck tightly making sure Jack was okay while still sensing every movement around him. When a crunch sounded too close, Ianto whipped around and had a kill shot targeted at Gwen who stopped in her tracks and put her hands in the air.
"Ianto, its me. You can put the gun down now. I'm not going to hurt you. The area's secure and its all right. Come on Ianto, its all right now." Gwen was scared out of her wits. In the year's she's known Ianto Jones, she's never seen him like this before. She'd seen him emotionally wounded, cold and calculated, and even furious; but this was different. His pupils were blown and he was acting like a rabid guard dog.
"Ianto, I'm okay- put the gun down. You protected me." Jack's voice was calm and soothing. All the tension left Ianto and he collapsed down into Jack like a puppet whose strings were cut. Jack held him close and looked up at Gwen who was still standing there in shock. "Gwen, make sure Martha's okay, then start loading the weevils into the SUV. I need to take care of Ianto for a couple of minutes, then I'll help. Gwen nodded mutely and helped Martha from the tangled netting as Jack led Ianto away from the pile of dead weevils.
They barely rounded the corner of the building before Ianto set upon Jack, pulling at his clothes in a panic, biting at his neck as clothing was strewn across the ground. Ianto was running his hands all over Jack, looking for any injuries, while pressing his face and mouth against every inch of skin- tasting and smelling. He tore his own clothes off while keeping Jack pressed to the building before falling to his knees and in a single motion took Jack's cock all the way down his throat. The tension in Ianto was apparent from the gagging he emitted; but he pinned Jack in place by hollowing his cheeks and sucking as hard as he could while pressing one hand flat against Jack's stomach and using the other to both finger Jack's hole and push him deeper down his throat. The sheer desperation of Ianto's frantic blow job was nearly enough to push Jack over the edge, but he willed himself to relax so as not to hurt Ianto. Jack carefully ran fingers through Ianto's hair, while he used the other hand to keep himself from slamming back into the tin building. Ianto was working Jack's cock furiously, all tongue, hard suction and just enough grazing of teeth to make Jack buck and squirm. Ianto had two dry fingers pressed into Jack's body which was causing both a delicious burn and crazed sensations from overstimulated nerves. Jack could feel himself about to orgasm and Ianto felt the cues as balls tightened against his face and Jack's erection swelled in him mouth. In one final act of desperation, Ianto released Jack's cock completely and blew a rush of air over it before pressing it all the way into the back of his throat in one movement until his nose was completely crush into Jack's pubic bone. As he felt the first vague pulses, Ianto clenched his throat and pressed deep and hard with his fingers to stimulate Jack's prostate. He felt Jack's hand clench tightly in his hair and heard the hoarse breaths as Jack emptied into his throat and mouth.
When Jack's legs gave way, Ianto pulled his fingers from Jack's hole so he could hold tight to his hips to continue sucking every last moment from Jack's orgasm. With a wet pop, Jack's quickly softening dick fell from Ianto's mouth at which time Ianto grabbed his own neglected cock and quickly worked himself to release. As he cried out, emptying himself all over Jack's stomach and crotch. Without thought, he smeared his orgasm over Jack messily before collapsing against him and from a haze growled, "mine."
--
The first thing Ianto registered was that his jaw hurt. The second thing was that he was very cold and very, very naked! He nearly leapt into a standing position only to find himself naked under an immense sky seeing nothing but water in one direction and spinning around to an equally naked Jack leaning against a steel warehouse. Jack was smiling up at him and before Ianto could say or do anything Jack said, "welcome back Mister Jones. If you are quite done staking your claim, do you think we can get dressed and take those dead weevils back to the hub?" Ianto stood frozen, it all came rushing back to him.
"Oh god. What happened Jack? What's wrong with me?" Ianto was shaking, and not because of the bay breeze raising goosebumps on his naked body.
"I think you're having an extreme reaction to my pregnancy pheromones." Jack told him quietly as he pulled his own clothes on and carefully helped Ianto dress. "I didn't have a chance to explain them and it seems a bit early, but it explains a lot," Jack buttoned Ianto's shirt up and held him still. "Along with the genetic manipulations, they figured they needed to add a component to bond the other partner to the pregnant one. Human evolution makes a man want to protect a woman pregnant with his child; but they weren't sure it would hold true if it was another man so they helped things out. Once small fry here started baking, your DNA mixed with mine and that's being transmitted into my endocrine system. My pheromones used to be attractive to anyone; right now they're tailored just for you." Jack smile a wolfish grin, "its a genetic bear trap to keep you with me, to help protect me until the baby is born. I guess its another case where your DNA causes things to run a bit different." Jack pulled Ianto close so Ianto could breathe in Jack's sent. "You saw a danger to me and the baby, and it short circuited your brain- you were running on primitive instincts to protect. I must admit, twelve perfect head shots on moving weevils is incredibly hot Ianto." Jack ran his tongue around the shell of Ianto's ear and whispered, "and I don't think you'll need to worry about Gwen trying to play with your toys anymore- I think she quite clearly saw you mark your territory."
Jack and Ianto made their way back to the site of the weevil massacre to find that Martha and Gwen had already cleared it. Gwen was sitting in the back of the SUV, visibly shaken; while Martha was standing guard, waiting for their return. "So gentlemen, is there something else that I should know about?" Martha was in doctor mode, waiting for an answer, "that wasn't a request."
Ianto began to apologize, embarrassed by his actions and especially concerned at the loss of control; but Jack cut him short and said, "its my fault Martha and I'll apologize to Gwen. I didn't get to warn everyone about some of the more unusual changes due to male pregnancy. From now on, Ianto will need to partner with me on missions." Martha nodded as they walked towards the SUV.
"Jack, will I get worse as the pregnancy advances? I mean, am I going to start snarling and snapping at every person that even looks at you?" Ianto was genuinely worried.
"I don't think so. I probably only just started producing the modified pheromones, which would explain why you reacted so dramatically. Hopefully as you get used to them, you'll just be your normal overly protective self. But I gotta admit, I kinda like this side of you. It's really hot Ianto." Jack gave him a grin as the drove back to the hub.
"Jack, I might as well have pissed on your leg- doesn't that weird you out even a little?"
"Well, it is a bit sticky. But whatever gets you through the day."
The story continues in Saturated, Part One