Title: Bred in the Bone: Interlude Two

Author: Emma

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

Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here; Part Five is here; Part Six is here; Interlude is here; Part Seven is here; Part Eight is here; Part Nine is here; Part Ten is here; Part Eleven is here; Part Twelve is here; Part Thirteen is here; Part Fourteen is here
 

            Jack stripped off his jumper. “So, you’re the Winter King? And I’m what?”

            Ianto, nude as usual – one of the things Jack loved about Ianto was his willingness to be as uninhibited in private as he was prim in public-- stood behind Jack and put his arms around his husband’s waist, kissing the sensitive skin behind Jack’s ear. “I believe the proper title is Lord Consort.”

            “Do consorts get a crown?”

            Ianto bit down on Jack’s earlobe and then soothed the tiny hurt with his tongue. “Andy said that was the first thing Tosh asked.”

            “Of course she would, the greedy minx.” Jack turned to face Ianto and shook a mock-threatening finger under his nose. “All I have to say is my crown better be nicer than hers or there shall be words.”

            By the time Jack had finished speaking they were both howling with laughter. Ianto’s whole body shook, and Jack realized that he was tipping over into hysteria. He wrapped Ianto in a bear hug and rocked him as if he were one of their children.

            “It wasn’t that funny,” he whispered in Ianto’s ear.

            “I know,” Ianto hiccupped. Jack noticed with amusement that he sounded exactly like Rosie after one of her tantrums. “It’s just… it’s been one hell of a day. I left Cardiff this morning Ianto Jones, son of a master tailor and a schoolteacher from a nowhere little town in the Valleys and I returned the end product of millennia of genetic manipulation by an alien sorceress for the explicit purpose of maintaining this Universe’s stability through ritual combat.”

            “Hell of a concept. But... I understand, cariad.”

            “You’d be the only one who could,” Ianto pulled Jack tighter, sniffing and licking at his neck like an overeager puppy. “That’s what held me together. I kept thinking once I get home I can tell Jack and he’ll know exactly how I feel.”

            Jack cupped Ianto’s head between his palms and used his thumbs to push Ianto’s chin up so he could plant soft butterfly kisses on his husband’s lips.

            “Sometimes, when I’m at my mushiest,” he whispered. “I think that when the Vortex changed me it compensated by bringing you to me.”

            Ianto laughed. “What a gift. Half-broken and full of secrets.”

            “Who better? I was in pieces too. We needed each other. And then we wanted each other. And then we couldn’t do without each other.”  He brushed his lips across Ianto’s, increasing the pressure slowly, taking quick licks at the corners of Ianto’s mouth. “And then we loved each other. In spite of everything.”

            Ianto answered with his hands. Unzipping Jack’s trousers, he pushed them down to his ankles and eased them over his bare feet. As usual, his husband hadn’t felt a need for pants. Jack was hard already. Snickering under his breath, Ianto swooped in and swallowed him, cupping Jack’s arse in his palms to hold him in place and sucking hard. Jack moaned, head lolling back, flailing a little before gripping Ianto’s hair and holding on. The tiny pain only made Ianto more determined. He worked his lip-covered teeth along Jack’s shaft until only the bulbous head remained inside his mouth, then moved in again. One hand came around to rub and squeeze Jack’s sac in exactly the way Ianto knew drove Jack half-insane.

            He didn’t have very long to wait.  Jack’s back arched almost to snapping point and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he came in Ianto’s mouth. His beautiful submission only made Ianto want, need, more. He stood up and dragged his husband to their bed.

            Jack found himself on his back, Ianto leaning over him. He loved it when Ianto was driven to take control of their lovemaking. It didn’t happen often; they had both grown to prefer long, leisurely bouts of give-and-take that built the fire up slowly. But sometimes he craved to give himself over, an offering of passion and trust, and let Ianto push them both.

            He closed his eyes and let it all be about feeling. The coolness of lube being spread between his arse cheeks; the sting of two fingers penetrating him; the sudden burst of lust as his prostate was caressed; the strain in his muscles as his legs were bent and spread until his knees were near his ears; the pressure as Ianto entered him; and finally, finally, the heavy weight of Ianto’s body as it settled over him.

            “Look at me.”

            He opened his eyes. Ianto was smiling at him as he started to thrust slowly, trying for their usual rhythm, but Jack could see the effort it was taking him to hold back. He hooked his ankles around Ianto’s thighs.

            “Come on. Now. All of it. I want it, Ianto. All of you.”

            “Always...Yours…” Each hard thrust was punctuated by words that seemed torn out of Ianto. “Forever… Always…”

            Jack ran his hands down Ianto’s arms and tangled their fingers together, palm to palm. Ianto pressed their joined hands on either side of Jack’s head and used them to brace himself as he thrust faster and harder. Jack growled and bit into his shoulder, squeezing his buttocks and legs to trap Ianto’s body inside and against his own.

            The pressure was enough to throw Ianto into orgasm. He held himself buried deeply in Jack’s body  as he spasmed. The delicious sense of being filled up triggered an answering spasm in Jack and he moaned long and low as he came again.

            After a while, Ianto started to shift, only to be held tighter as Jack refused to let him move away.

            “Your legs are going to cramp, cariad,” he told his husband. “Let me clean you up and I’ll cuddle you until you fall asleep.”

            Reluctantly, Jack unwound his legs, wincing as his muscles complained. “I’ll take you up on that. Ouch. I’m not as flexible as I used to be.” He pushed himself up on his elbows. “There it is again.”

            “What?”

            “The charm Puck gave me. It glows from time to time.”

            Ianto returned from the bathroom with a moist hand towel and wiped down Jack’s chest and thighs. “Do you think it’s dangerous?”

            “I had mainframe look at it this afternoon and she says no. Just a nicely carved bit of shell with an odd bit of residual energy, probably from Puck himself.” Jack stretched and yawned. “I’m actually tired.”

            Ianto slid into bed and pulled the duvet over them. Cradling Jack in his arms, he kissed his husband gently. “Sleep, cariad. We need to be ready tomorrow."