Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Andy Davidson, Toshiko Sato, others

Rating: Starts PG, but hey, it’s got Jack and Ianto in it!

Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?

Summary: Andy Davidson must embrace his inheritance in order to protect Jack and Ianto’s daughter Gwen

Author's Note: This is an AU where Gwen and Owen were killed by Gray. So if you want to know why Martha is married to Rhys and Jack and Ianto have a CP and two adopted daughters, you may want to read Evolution first
Author’s Note: The title is shamelessly stolen from Robertson Davies’s magnificent novel. It’s also an old saying: what’s bred in the bone will out in the flesh
Author’s Note: So you probably think this is just another excuse for porn, eh? Don’t you know me better than that?
 
Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here; Part Five is here; Part Six is here

           “I still don’t like it.”

            Ianto sighed. “So you have said. Repeatedly. But it’s the only choice we have,  cariad.”

            He was standing at the bedroom window looking down at the shadowed garden. The playhouse was a featureless square among the flower beds. At the far end, the tiny Victorian-style greenhouse Jack had given him for their fifth anniversary seemed almost an etching against the white-washed garden wall. Beyond that was the garage and the gate leading to the park and the river.

            His oldest child slept nearby, probably dreaming of horses or of traveling the Universe with her uncle in his magic blue box. His youngest was on a sleepover with her cousins. And in this room, his husband sat on the bed, nude, grousing about things he couldn’t change.

            If someone had told him after Canary Wharf that he would end up married to the de facto head of Torchwood, worrying about when was the best time for his daughters to get their own pony, and whether the Italian tomatoes in the greenhouse were ready to be transplanted to the kitchen garden, he would have thanked them politely and quickly have them sectioned.

            After adopting their Little Owl, Jack had gone on a crusade to normalize their life as much as he could considering their brief. Part of it, Ianto knew, was Jack’s guilt over the strain he thought he had inflicted on Gwen and Rhys. The largest part, though, was Jack wanting, needing, the grounding provided by a family. Guarding the planet was one thing, but having a family made it all personal. Whenever something went heartbreakingly wrong, when he asked himself why he went on doing his miserable job, Jack could look around and say this is why.

            Ianto would be double-damned if he let those horrors take that away from Jack.

            “You have that look,” his husband remarked.

            “Which one?”

            “The one that says there’ll be hell to pay if someone gets in your way.” Jack patted the duvet. “Come sit.”

            Ianto untied his pajamas and let them drop to the floor. He slid into bed behind Jack, wrapping his arms around Jack’s waist. Jack wriggled back between Ianto’s outspread legs until he could tilt his head and press his lips under Ianto’s jaw.

            “Promise you’ll be careful.”

            “Of course I will, cariad. I have something to come back for.”

            He carded his fingers through Jack’s hair, curving his fingers around Jack’s skull and shifting him so their open mouths could meet. He drew out the kiss, licking and nipping at Jack’s lips before letting Jack seduce him into a slow, unhurried exploration. Jack liked kissing, liked taking his time sweeping his tongue over Ianto’s teeth and sucking lightly on his tongue, slowly, slowly letting the heat build until they were both shivering.

            “Slow down,” he gasped, pulling back and taking a deep breath.

            Jack pouted. “Spoilsport.”

            “Show me your present.” Ianto stroked down Jack’s shoulders and arms. “I didn’t have a chance to see it.”

            Jack stretched back to reach the pocket watch lying on the side table – making sure he rubbed his arse against Ianto’s groin and grinning at his lover’s hiss – and handed it over. Ianto examined the charm hanging from the fob. The quartz was exquisitely carved, each whorl of the shell perfectly defined.  It was mounted on a delicate open frame of braided gold and silver, allowing light to shine through and making the quartz seem to glow.

            “Amazing.”

            “It is, isn’t it?” Jack took the watch out of Ianto’s hand and put it back on the table. “But nowhere near as amazing as my beloved husband who’s making me a little crazy right about now.”

            He twisted around, pushing Ianto flat on his back and stretching out on top of  him. This time when they kissed they knew there was no slowing down.

            “I want you inside me.,” Jack moaned, rubbing their erections together. “I want to ride you. Now!”

            “Bossy,” Ianto chuckled. “”Get me ready, then.”

            Jack sat up. Ianto handed him the lube. Jack filled his cupped hand, then rubbed his palms together to warm the gel. The smile he gave Ianto as he wrapped his slippery hands around the base of Ianto’s erection was positively obscene. Slowly, never losing eye contact, he bent down and swirled his tongue around the head as his hands stroked up and down the shaft, coating it thoroughly.

            “Jack, if you really want me to…. “ Ianto’s words trailed into a moan as Jack straddled him and sank down. “God, Jack…”

            Jack took Ianto’s hands and brought them to his lips as he began to move. He suckled each finger and licked both palms. Ianto shuddered. Making love with Jack was always amazing but tonight it seemed more intense, deeper. I’ve loved this man forever and I will love him forever.

             He pulled his hands away from Jack’s mouth and ran them up and down his torso, flicking at the nipples. Jack’s gasp made him smile – as much as he could while trying to hold off the intense orgasm building up inside him. He traced a path down to Jack’s erection and began stroking him hard.

            “Ianto, please, now, now, now!”

            “I love you like this. God Jack, come for me, come on cariad, come for me”.

            Jack’s back arched and he erupted into Ianto’s hands. The sight of his husband, his lover, so abandoned to his pleasure sent Ianto over the edge. His orgasm burned up his spine and he convulsed, emptying himself into Jack. As Jack folded down against Ianto's chest, Ianto wrapped his arms around him and held on as their bodies shook for what seemed like hours. Finally they collapsed, gasping for air, bodies fused by sweat and come.

            “I’ve loved you forever and I will love you forever,” Jack whispered.

            “What?” Ianto pulled Jack’s head up so he could see him. “What did you say?”

            “You heard me. Be happy with that. I’m not a mushy sort of guy.”

            Ianto laughed. “This from the man who sent me three dozen roses while I was attending an UNIT conference because he hadn’t seen me in three days. There are husbands all over the military-industrial complexes of several countries that will never forgive you. They’re sick and tired of hearing why can’t you be more like Jack?”

            “I missed you.” Jack yawned. “Sleepy…”

            “Me too.”

             Ianto turned off the lamp. Still clutching Jack, he settled into a more comfortable position and drifted off. On the bedside table, the seashell charm glowed faintly.