Title: Adaptation, a Torchwood/NCIS Crossover (Interlude)

Author: Emma

Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Tim McGee, LJ Gibbs, Ducky Mallard, others

Rating: Starts PG, but hey, it’s got Jack and Ianto in it (not to mention Tim & Jethro!)

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: Tim McGee’s worlds collide as Torchwood is drawn into an NCIS case

Author's Note: This is part of an AU where Gwen and Owen were killed by Gray. So if you want to know why Martha is married to Rhys, why Jack and Ianto have a CP, two sons and two adopted daughters, and why Andy and Ianto are Kings of an alien race that settled on Earth millennia ago, you may want to read Evolution and Bred in the Bone first

Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here; Part Five is here; Part Six is here; Part Seven is here

“Everyone in bed?”

Jack stripped off his trousers and jumper and tossed them carelessly into a chair. “Doctor Palmer is blissfully asleep in the big couch in the library, Abby is upstairs in her own suite, and Ducky is settled in with tea in his room. They want to get a very early start tomorrow morning. By the way, he knows what you have been doing.”

Ianto shrugged. “He takes good care of himself and still has mental energy to spare. It seems a pity to let him slide into physical illness when it takes so little to keep him going.”

“It's still very nice of you. One of the things that terrify me about this century is the inability to deal successfully with old age illnesses like senile dementia and Alzheimer's.” He took Ianto's chin in his hand and tilted his partner's face up for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome. Now, go brush your teeth and come to bed. I'm knackered and I want a cuddle with my man before I fall asleep. My naked man.”

Jack was snickering as he walked into the bathroom, but he still made it into bed in record time. Sliding under the duvet, he pulled Ianto close. “This what you had in mind?”

Ianto wriggled until he was comfortably tucked against Jack's side, his head on Jack's shoulder and one leg thrown over Jack's thighs. “No. This is.”

“We aim to please.” He ran his hand up and down Ianto's back soothingly. “Did you notice the byplay?”

“Oh yes. I wonder if Gibbs knows he's being hunted?”

Jack chuckled. “Well, if he doesn't, Tim does. And he's looking a bit spooked himself.”

“Abby is a very determined lady. I get the feeling she had been looking for a way back to those two.”

“And this missing agents thing handed it to her in a silver platter?” Jack yawned. “She's worried about them. They used to be a very close-knit team.”

“I know. But nothing says she can't multitask. Especially since if we don't find them in time... well, they're going to need each other. Like you, Tosh, and I did after Gwen and Owen died.”

Jack's arm tightened. “God, those were bad days.”

“We survived them. If they have to, so will they. However...”

“Uh-oh” Jack said teasingly. “I don't like that look in your eye.”

Ianto bit Jack's shoulder then licked the tiny hurt away. “It's my duty as his King to take care of him. The McGees need heirs, Jack. I don't fancy my family having to train someone else as Keeper of the Wards.”

“I thought they walked out of the job.”

“It doesn't work that way.” He walked his fingers up and down Jack's chest. “The McGees Keep the Wards strong by simply existing. It's their personal magic that protect us. I'm still learning how it all works. I'm not about to run out of McGees if I can help it.”

“Does Andy have a McGee of his own?” Jack asked idly.

“Yes. You know that young Lord who's been hanging around Gwen lately? Garieth? His father.”

“You still won't hex the kid, uh?”

“No, Jack, I won't. Gwen will be fifteen in a few months, and if I do say so myself, our eldest daughter is beautiful. She will attract the young lordlings like.. well, like heather attracts bees. It's what happens at that age. She's a sensible girl, she'll cope.”

Jack sighed. “You're right. Besides, she still has that gap year trip with the Doc. Maybe he will manage to keep her.... “ Ianto's raised eyebrow stopped him cold. “Oh God. He's more likely to get her married to some alien Prince half-way across the Galaxy and we'll only see her once very decade.”

“Down, Dad. You're hyperventilating.” Ianto pushed himself up until he could press a light kiss on Jack's mouth. “I think I shall offer McGee a job with Torchwood.”

“You are an utterly evil man, Ianto Jones. Gibbs will go spare.” Jack bit Ianto's chin. “Well planned.” He grasped Ianto's hips and ground his erection against Ianto's stomach. “Did you plan this?”

“No. Hoped.”

Jack flipped him over and sprawled over him. The kiss that followed was languid and slow, an unhurried exploration that left them both breathing a little harder.

“You are as beautiful as the day I met you,” Jack whispered.

“Twpsyn,” Ianto brushed his lips over Jack's cheekbones. “It's been almost twenty years. I have a little gray in my hair these days.”

“Even more beautiful, if that's possible.”

This time the kiss was deeper, harder. Jack brought his knees to either side of Ianto's hips, straddling him and pressing their erections together. “I don't say it often, Your Majesty, but I love you.”

Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack. “Same goes, Lord Consort. Same goes.”

They rocked against each other, mouths fused. All those years together had given them intimate knowledge of each other's bodies, and they put it all to good use. Jack knew that dragging his tongue over Ianto's teeth made Ianto shiver and grip Jack even harder. Ianto knew that all he had to do was scrape his nails along the curve of Jack's spine right above the waist for Jack to growl low in his throat and pounce. Delicate touches, gentle strokes, a ghosting of breath over skin, a scraping of teeth, a hard suck that left a reddish bruise; each a confident expression of their hunger and its underlying devotion.

Finally, Ianto couldn't stand it anymore and yanked open the drawer on the bedside table. Scrabbling inside it, he pulled out a small tube of lube. “Jack... Inside me. Now.”

“Impatient as ever.” Jack squeezed some gel on his fingers and started to prepare him. “And just as tight. God, Ianto...”

“Less talk, sir.”

“You said that to me the first time...”

“Jack, don't make me freeze your bollocks off. Get on with it!”

Laughing, Jack pushed a pillow under Ianto's arse, positioned himself, and then plunged in. Ianto moaned and arched, taking him in completely, wrapping his legs around Jack's waist. They thrust against each other, the need urgent, desperate. Jack grasped Ianto's hips and pulled him higher.

“Touch yourself,” he groaned. “You know... how I love to see you.”

Ianto pumped himself hard, moaning with each stroke. The sight and sound drove Jack into a frenzy. Their movements became frantic, their bodies slamming together savagely until Ianto arched off the bed, his mouth open in a soundless scream, ribbons of semen pulsing out to coat his stomach and chest. Jack gave one last push and erupted inside his husband, knees giving way as he collapsed on top of Ianto.

“Oh God,” Ianto gasped. “I think I broke something.”

Jack silenced him with a hard kiss. “Gray in your hair my arse.”