[for ianto and daniel] Wednesday Sept. 19

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Jack took the bucket and left House and Wilson together in the rec room. He made good on his suggestion, finding his way to Ianto's hut easily in the twilight. It really was magic because by the time he got there, not only had none of the ice melted, there were a few more beers than there had been before.

He knocked on the door and waited, hoping it was still early enough he wasn't interrupting anything. And hey, if he was, he had a peace offering.

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Jack let go slowly, sliding his hand away so he wouldn't have to break contact until the last possible second. "If I had a pound note for every time I'd heard that," he joked weakly, moving away from Ianto by a fraction. They were the ones who had insisted he not do anything he'd regret. Ianto and Daniel both.

And then there was the doubt creeping into his mind. Did he want this? Was he making this happen? Was it even real? Was there any way to tell?

He rolled away more, onto his back, and looked at a spherical lantern hanging from the ceiling. What if it was something one of them...no. They'd all been asleep. But what if...he was too bleary to contemplate all the options. And yet, he had to ask.

"Is this my fault, too?"

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If Ianto had been able to speak before, the tone in Daniel's comment would have made it impossible. As it was he simply blinked into the pillow, not moving his head for fear of giving something away until Jack had moved onto his back. Then he propped himself up on one elbow, twisting his body around so that he could look at Daniel but still be mostly on his side. Almost unconsciously, the hand on Daniel's hip slipped under Daniel's shirt, gently caressing the skin of his lower back.

If Daniel were trying to read something from Ianto's expression though, he would have been mostly unsuccessful, and not because Ianto was trying to hide anything. There were so many thoughts and emotions and sensations swimming around in his only mostly conscious brain that Ianto wasn't quite sure how he felt, but couldn't see anything terrible stopping them if Daniel wanted to.

It was one thing to shag anyone, but Ianto could keep a secret, and so could Daniel. If Jack was willing to keep another.

"I.. don't think so," Ianto responded carefully, his eyes still on Daniel, a mix of pure physical desire and confusion. No uncertainty, not from him. Ianto would do whatever Daniel and Jack wanted to do. He simply did not know for certain what that was.

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Daniel didn't have to read Ianto's expression. The fact that he hadn't gotten an outright denial was enough. He raised his hand to Ianto's face and nodded slightly. He trusted Ianto to stop this, to stop him, if Ianto didn't want this.

"I also don't know if I still dislike you," Daniel said firmly. He kept Ianto's gaze for a moment longer, leaning into the hand on his back. "And of course you didn't do this. None of us did this. It we had, none of us would have stopped, would we? But, then, someone clearly did and you made sure I stopped, even though you clearly wanted...something."

He took a deep breath. This was the part that had to come from him. He knew that. After a moment, he said, "The question is, do you still want it?"

He let go of Ianto's face and kept his toward Jack, revealing the fact that, for better or worse, he'd made his decision.

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Jack turned at looked at Daniel, then to Ianto. He started to speak, a soft creaking 'I...' coming from his throat before it was lost to complete confusion.

What the fuck had happened to him? He was in bed with two absolutely gorgeous men who were both willing to continue. And he...he...had been the one to say stop. He had never had a problem falling into bed and losing himself in the moment, enjoying people entirely. But now he'd agreed, which was tantamount to promising, Greg that he would be faithful to him. Greg. Who had gone to bed with Wilson. And that was his fault.

It was painfully apparent that Jack was lost. He had no direction, no idea what was right, whether he should do what he desperately wanted, or if he should leave. You run the second there's trouble. That's what you do, Jack. He didn't have any orders for this, and Daniel...this wasn't like Ace.

"Yeah," he replied hesitantly, not moving any closer. What he really wanted was more of exactly what had been happening, but he couldn't stop wondering if he'd regret it just as Ianto had said he would last night if he'd gone to find someone else. What he wanted, if he were honest, was just to have someone tell him what was right.

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That wasn't either of the reactions that Ianto had been expecting from Jack, but he could tell from the expression on Jack's face that there was something wrong. Jack was what this all hinged on now, and if Jack was hesitating... Ianto wasn't going to take advantage of Jack's primary nature just because it would feel good, because he wanted it badly just thinking about it.

The corner of Ianto's mouth quirked, not a smile and not a frown but a tight sign of thought. Leaning forward, he cradled the side of Jack's face gently and kissed him, soft and sweet and natural, undemanding. It was a kiss to show Jack that Ianto loved him, and that was all. For the moment. He pulled away slowly but stayed close, just far enough that he could look into Jack's eyes.

"This is about what you want," he said quietly. "If you want to go find House, I'll-- we'll still be here. For you. And if you want to keep this from House, I'll follow your lead." Here he glanced towards Daniel, tilting his head just slightly. He couldn't answer for Daniel on that point, but he really didn't think Daniel would hunt down some man he didn't know to reveal any secrets. Ianto refocused on Jack. "If you want to do this, we'll do this. But don't just do it because you don't know what else to do."

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It was sort of what Daniel expected, that reaction. The last few weeks had driven home to Daniel just how much of Jack's nature was that of a soldier and Daniel could almost see the 'What should I do now, sir' on the tip of Jack's tongue. It was one of the reasons why Daniel sometimes felt it hard to hate the man. Slowly, he stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, sitting down next to Jack, but not touching him. Not yet.

"Jack. The way I see it, you have three options. We could go get Greg for you or you could go find him. The three of us could do nothing. The same options as last night." He took a breath. "And now there's the third option. But Ianto's right. We can't tell you what to do because you're the best judge of what's likely to happen. In the end, do the best thing you can do. The thing you want the most that will hurt the least."

Daniel didn't say hurt at all. At this point, he didn't think that was possible. For any of them. "But Ianto's right. I won't say a word if you don't want me to."

He hoped that his words would sooth the confused military man in Jack long enough to come to a coherent decision. Logic always seemed the best way to start, even when it ended up in the heart.

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What he wanted most...that would hurt the least. Wasn't that how he'd lived his whole life before he'd met the Doctor? Jack looked from one to the other again, weighing options, forming a strategy. Too many options. Whenever the island's effects wore off, he might lose Greg anyhow.

He closed his eyes and reached for Daniel's hand, laying it on his chest again. Swallowing hard, his skin prickling with anticipation, he nodded. What he wanted, what he really wanted, was Daniel to keep doing what he had been. He didn't want to be the one who hurt the least.

"I want," he replied. It was a complete thought, open ended. He wanted, wanted so much that he didn't even think to narrow the idea to any specific thing.

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That response was much better than the previous one and Ianto didn't hesitate now. He looked up and away from Jack, finding Daniel and his hand. Ianto slid his own hand up and down the length of Daniel's arm, coaxing him closer as he leaned in to kiss Jack again. Their lips met only briefly though, and Ianto pulled at his lower lip with his teeth, stretching out alongside Jack and following the line of his jaw and down his neck with lips and teeth.

Glancing sideways at Daniel as Ianto's teeth latched onto Jack's earlobe, Ianto found the collar of Daniel's shirt with his hand and started to tug it off of him.

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Daniel hesitated only long enough to try to decipher what had been going through Jack's head. He had a burning need to know, to understand. Maybe if he did, it would all make sense. At least until Ianto distracted him by tugging at his shirt and all thoughts of understanding or deciphering were lost as he took in the sight of Ianto and Jack.

There wasn't jealousy. Not yet and maybe not at all. But there was desire, and Daniel quickly shrugged out of his shirt.

Smiling down at Jack, he repeated the motion that Jack had stopped, scratching his nails along Jack's chest and hovering his hand over Jack's nipple. Except this time, he pinched it, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't be stopped this time.

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"Oh, fuck," he moaned, arching up off the mattress. Only his ass and shoulders were on the bed as his arm encircled Daniel's waist, pulling him closer. His skin was so warm, Ianto was so warm, and anything he'd been thinking about rushed from his head. Something about the sharp bite into his chest, the sensation of Ianto's teeth...the fist to his jaw hadn't stopped him from being numb last night, but this was a new day and something far better than getting punched.

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Ianto pulled away from Jack's neck with a sharp nip, shifting to help bring Daniel closer. He had heard Jack's moan earlier, seen his reaction, knew it was because of what Daniel had done and wanted to see it again. It didn't have to be Daniel doing it, he figured, but he also figured it would be better that way.

Directing Daniel so that he was on top of Jack, Ianto shifted his attention to Daniel, lips and teeth and tongue trailing over his familiar skin. He grazed his teeth along Daniel's neck, hand sliding down his back, lower and lower, to slip under the waistband of Daniel's boxers, squeezing his ass.

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Daniel moaned at the feel of Ianto and squirmed, inhaling sharply when he remembered he had a very warm body beneath him. He looked down at Jack, momentarily considering his own options. He'd seen how Jack had reacted, too, and a part of him - the part of him that still was upset at Jack - had been very pleased by the reaction.

Giving Jack a very feral grin, he leaned down to Jack's neck, not so coincidentally moving his ass in closer to Ianto's hand, and pressed his lips against Jack's skin.

"Like that, Jack?" he asked, moments later, biting Jack's neck sharply.

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He bit his lip and craned his head to the side, barking a sharp cry as Daniel's teeth sank in. He still had his arm around Daniel's waist and he tightened his hold, feeling Ianto's hand brush his. He was grasping, fingers curling and releasing, resolute that he wouldn't plead for more.

Yet.

He squirmed a little, working his other arm beneath Ianto to hold him as well. He was clinging to both of them, every inch of skin and muscle straining for just a little more--more contact, more pain, more anything--craving everything they'd give.

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Daniel's boxers had to be done away with; that was Ianto's first order of business. Ianto caught Jack's hand, pulling his arm away from Ianto's body for only a moment, and brought it up to his mouth. Teeth grazing over the sensative skin of Jack's inner wrist, Ianto kissed his palm and then wrapped his lips around Jack's finger, sucking briefly before letting go.

He took both hands to Daniel's boxers, pulling them down his legs and discarding them off to the side. His own boxers followed soon afterwards and Ianto worked his way up Daniel's back, tongue following the line of Daniel's spine. His hands found Jack's body again, caressing as often as his nails pulled over warm skin.

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Daniel let out a pleased noise when he felt Jack's grip tighten and then gave a breathy moan when he felt Ianto's tongue on his back, easily following wherever Ianto wanted him to go. He began licking at the mark on Jack's neck, feeling the individual teethmarks on his tongue. He let out a satisfied sound after a minute and worked his way across Jack's neck, up his jaw, finally hesitating over Jack's mouth.

Finally, he decided to hell with it and kissed Jack hard, moving both against Jack and as an invitation for Ianto to keep doing what he had been doing.

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Both hands were immediately up, one tangled in Daniel's hair, one holding his throat and jaw. He could feel the man's pulse beneath his fingers as he kissed him back with equal force, equal hunger. The pause beforehand only made it sweeter, knowing that he'd stopped to think and gone ahead anyway.

Jack had most definitely ceased thinking. He was going on sensation alone, writhing slowly beneath Daniel, keenly aware of where Ianto was. The kissing was good, but it wasn't what he wanted. Not now. He turned away, breaking the kiss, just so he could whisper, "Bite me again," in a hungry, low register.

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Ianto paused, lips hovering over Daniel's back. He saw Jack's hands, how they held Daniel's jaw, and a slight hint of... something flared inside of him. Protectiveness or jealousy or anger, he wasn't sure and he didn't give it much thought. Shifting slightly, Ianto slid his hand between their two bodies, finding Jack's nipple and pinching as hard as possible. He ducked his head down to Jack's shoulder, finding the tendon leading to his neck and biting down sharply. He was trying to insert himself between them, distract Jack from Daniel without actually pulling his hand away.

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Daniel pulled back, a little startled at Ianto's sudden...intensity. But as always, it made him moan, even if he wasn't its target. He realized very suddenly that he'd been paying less attention to Ianto than he would have normally and moved so that he was nuzzling Ianto's neck. He didn't bite down. Instead, he sucked at one particular spot just below Ianto's ear. He balanced with one hand on the bed and the other running across Ianto's hip, down his ass.

That was good. That was better than good and Daniel momentarily forgot all about Jack.

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Jack couldn't even cray out. He let go instantly, taut and docile, shaking as the energy coiled within him, just dying to escape. He gasped audibly once, and again, and finally succumbed to a soft whimper. Daniel's weight, Ianto's teeth, he couldn't focus. He needed to focus.

He gasped again, only to moan some unintelligible string of vowels as his hands splayed against warm skin. One leg, another leg, and he pushed steadily along thighs until he reached his goal. Taking each of them in hand, Jack began to stroke them both slowly--awkward at this angle--but effective.

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Groaning deep in his throat, Ianto released Jack's nipple and shoulder, just long enough to see that Jack had released Daniel. Pleased, Ianto skimmed his hand over Jack's chest, fingers dancing around the other nub of skin. He tilted his head, catching Daniel's lips for a messy but passionate kiss, pinching Jack's other nipple as he did so. With Jack stroking him like that, all thought left him, other than to drag his nails across Jack's chest.

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Daniel moaned into Ianto's mouth, wanting more than the feeling of just a hand, but not wanting to stop to ask for it. Mind whirling and trying to come to some sort of conclusion, he finally squeezed Ianto's ass and moved his hand, joining his hand with Jack's to stroke Ianto. He let go of Ianto's mouth, placing it on his shoulder and biting his teeth down.

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Focus...just focus. Hands helped, Ianto's fingers so fucking exacting, knowing just how to make him want to scream, Daniel's hand strong over his own, making it feel like he was in more control than Jack was.

He couldn't just lay there, even with Daniel's weight pinning him to the bed. Straining from throat to cock, he sat straight up, nuzzling against Daniel's chest, lips soft, swollen from the brutal kiss earlier, all his senses alert, attuned to every sound, every scent, everything.

He was moaning softly as he worked his way across Daniel's chest toward Ianto, both hands gripping and releasing, pulling and pulling and pulling, but never quite enough to do much more than feel fantastic.

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At Daniel's bite, Ianto let out a short cry weakened by his pants for breath. God, he wanted more, but he was already getting so much, he just didn't know where to go. As Jack sat up, Ianto got to his knees, one hand traveling over Jack's back, the other sliding into Daniel's hair, gripping the strands tightly and pulling Daniel's head back up for another kiss, more teeth than anything, abusing his lower lip.

Groaning, Ianto bucked into their hands before he gathered a little more control over himself, dragging his mouth away from Daniel's, easing his grip. Trying to catch his breath, he slid his hand down Daniel's chest, pinching at his nipple as he moved his lips up Jack's neck. "What do you want?" he breathed softly, voice catching at the pleasurable strokes.

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The hand on the bed tightened and he moaned deep in his throat when Ianto tugged his hair back and again when Ianto pinched a nipple. It was so good and not enough and Daniel knew what he wanted, but Jack was in the bed, too. He gave Ianto a quick grin before leaning down over Jack's chest.

He assumed that Ianto was talking to Jack, so he focused his attention on Jack's chest, brushing his teeth over the skin. He didn't bite. Not yet. He wanted Jack to ask for it, first. Wanted him to beg for it. In the meantime, he was content to tease until Jack gave in. He would eventually. At least Daniel hoped so.

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Jack turned his head, eyes half-lidded, dark with need. His lips sought Ianto's, never quite reaching. He couldn't catch his breath, could barely move, but he knew what he wanted. Wanted more than anything.

He was about to answer when Daniel's teeth moved over his chest, over the raw scratches and it was almost there. Almost. He gasped, brushing his lips along Ianto's chin.

"Hurt me," he whispered, his voice cracking a higher pitch that he couldn't control. He pulled away to look into Ianto's eyes, to will him to understand. "Hurt me," he repeated, louder, then turned his attention to Daniel, watching him for a moment before adding a rasping plea, "Please."