[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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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."

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There was a tremor in Ianto's stomach at the plea. He and Daniel had done some things, but doing them with Jack was very, very different. And that Jack was asking for that so blatantly, so desperately made Ianto want to worry more than acquiesce. The hesitation was momentary though. Jack was experienced enough, knowledgeable enough to know what he really wanted. Ianto would trust that, but not go too far, for his own sake.

He pulled Daniel's hand off Jack, then roughly and tightly gripped Jack's wrist, pulling his hand away from Ianto's cock. He needed to be able to think somewhat properly, and that wasn't going to happen in that situation. His other hand moved slowly up Jack's neck, gentle and calm as his fingers threaded through the dark strands of Jack's hair. Ianto leaned in to press a soft, tender kiss to the side of Jack's throat, just over the pulse point, and then the very second it was over, tightened his fingers in Jack's hair and yanked back brutally hard, exposing Jack's neck.

"That what you want?" he breathed, keeping his hold firm, lips and teeth ghosting over the muscles of Jack's neck as he moved downwards, settling on the skin just under Jack's collarbone and biting down, sharp but short.

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"Is this...?" Daniel began to ask, running his hand over his leg briefly. He shook his head before either of them could answer. This wasn't the time and this wasn't the place, but he had a feeling that he and Jack were going to have a very long conversation in the near future.

"He's very good, Jack," Daniel murmured, running his nails lightly across Jack's stomach and watching the muscles flutter. "The morning that everyone switched ages, he had me over his knees, begging for something. Anything. I wasn't able to sit down for days."

He leaned his face down next to Jack's, breath hot against his ear. "I get it. I do. The need to be in someone else's control. The need to have just that much more pain until it's almost on the far side of too much. Just the plain need that's almost overwhelming. But sometimes. Sometimes I find another outlet for my frustrations." His nails turned harder, digging into Jack's skin. "Doesn't happen often, but it's usually just as insistent."

Daniel looked up at Ianto. "It is what he wants. What he needs." Slowly, he bent down to the spot on Jack's chest that he'd teased over earlier and bit down properly, rolling the skin around in his teeth and grabbing Jack's hip, making sure he didn't buck up.

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When Daniel whispered, Jack began to shake all over. The rush from Ianto's bite had started a cascade within him that he couldn't, and didn't want to, stop. Any lingering doubts he had about Daniel were gone. He trusted Ianto implicitly, knew without a doubt he would do just what Jack needed...and he'd keep Daniel from going too far.

But, God, Danel seemed to be the first person on the island to understand, to really understand. Jack had been with the Doctor, completely and utterly, and when that fell apart, he'd given himself over to Greg. No one seemed to realize that it wasn't about sex...it wasn't just about sex. It was about control. Control and power.

The pain was a bright point that he could focus on, the tight grip in his hair, the teeth tearing slowly at his chest. A bright point on the horizon that he could set his course.

"Please," he whispered, his breath coming in short, shallow panting gasps. "Please, oh, God..." He was shaking. He was falling. This, more than anything else he'd done, anyone else he'd been with, this was what he never did, never asked for. This was the betrayal of the one he followed. This, begging and needing and reaching to hold on, this aching and straining to not only give in, but to be broken down until giving in was the only option. This was control. This was the part he'd promised to Greg.

This was pain. This was something that he and Greg danced around with a slap on the ass or a hand a little tighter than usual around a wrist. This was more what Jack was used to, though. He could take a lot; his tolerance was beyond what most people could handle. This was not one, but two people, people he'd claimed...oh, Daniel was firmly His now, no matter how he might protest...both of them simply understanding.

He was shaking all over, a full body tremor that he couldn't get away from any more than he could get away from Ianto tearing at his hair or Daniel worrying his skin. He was shaking all over, body coursing with need as he reached without looking, touched them tenderly, in sharp contrast to how they touched him. He was shaking, his cock pinned to his body by Daniel's thigh, his muscles spasming, bunching hard...and through it all, calm washed over him.

"I...love you," he gasped as he closed his eyes. It was for both of them, and his hands on their skin had already said as much. "Please..."

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Ianto listened to Daniel with a detached sort of attentiveness that he had cultivated at Torchwood, though his eyes followed his boyfriend with sharp intensity. All they'd done... Ianto had never given much thought to the motives behind it. He had done what felt right, what felt good, what Daniel wanted and, in typical fashion, had not thought about why except in a very vague sense. It had been an implicit but clear understanding. But hearing Daniel's words, quiet but intense, and seeing Jack beg like that -- it was as if Ianto stepped outside of himself for a moment and saw with crystal clarity exactly what was happening, about to happen.

But rather than the hesitation from before, he felt a surge of adrenaline, of power, of want, making him all the more eager to give Jack exactly what he was wanting, needing. As well as, perhaps strangely in the moment, a swell of love and desire for Daniel, who he wanted more than anything.

Licking his lips, Ianto tried to decide what to do. He wanted to make this last, at least a little, but he was so hard and every touch, every glance at Daniel moving over Jack's body magnifying his desire.

"Stop," he ordered Daniel shortly, in a husky voice he barely recognized as his own. When Daniel did, Ianto grabbed Jack's arm and, hand still in his hair, twisted him around and face down onto the bed. He released Jack's hair but pinned his arm above his head with one hand, the other sliding softly down Jack's back, until Ianto flexed his hand and let his nails dig into Jack's lower back. He pulled back and then brought his hand down on Jack's ass, hard and sharp, not holding anything back or sparing him anything, then again and again.

"That what you want?" he breathed again, but it was a confident question this time, one that didn't need an answer because Ianto knew it. "To be told what to do," he said, then brought his hand down again.

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Daniel looked up when Ianto told him to move and instantly saw the recognition of the motives behind all this. He caught Ianto's eyes before moving and nodded, giving Ianto a brilliant smile. This was much further than either of them had gone before because Jack's needs were that much more, and Daniel felt an intense rush of love that Ianto was willing to do this.

Because Daniel had given himself over to this. He'd let go of the hate and the jealousy and anything that didn't belong with the three of them in this room. He wasn't even sure that he was still angry at Jack. So many things had fallen into place. It was like a row of Dominoes and Daniel knew what each and every one of them was. Jack was a soldier. He was a soldier without a war. Without, even, a mission, and all Daniel had to do was look at his Jack or Mitchell to see just how far someone would go to get that mission back.

Daniel moved carefully up to the head of the bed, taking Jack's hand from Ianto. He didn't let go, but instead slid his hand through Jack's holding on tightly. Softly and dramatically at odds with what Ianto was doing, Daniel ran his free hand through Jack's hair.

"I know you do," he murmured, just loud enough that he could be heard above the slaps. "We both know you do. And we're both right here. The two of us are right here. Just ride it, Jack."

He didn't tell Jack to tell them when it was too much. He knew that Jack trusted them. Knew that Jack would say when if he needed to. Somehow knew that they were in accord, the three of them, and that it wouldn't get too far and would be just enough.

"We love you, too." It wasn't the love that Daniel had for Ianto, but it was the love that he had for Teal'c. For Sam. For everyone back at the SGC that he missed so much.

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The first strike made him cry out, the second drew a groan. When the next fell, he went silent. He was barely breathing, holding Daniel's hand tightly, his arm rock hard. Jack turned his head, pressing his face to the man's thigh, hiding his eyes so he could concentrate on the bright flashes of magnesium fire that accompanied every stinging crack.

Ianto couldn't know, and yet every smack hit with precision, with such rhythmic force, with so much pain...until they didn't. Until his skin was hot and stinging and cold and numb. Until he couldn't take more than one more...just one more...one...more...

He squirmed, but never pulled away, never asked for Ianto to stop, couldn't ask for more. Daniel was petting him, speaking softly, the other side of the coin. He hid his eyes, nuzzled the muscular thigh, moved higher. Between strikes he opened his eyes and looked up at Daniel, strike--wince--gasp, and he licked his lips before closing them around his cock. Soft and firm and hot and gentle competed with sharp and hard and scalding and brutal. Between the two of them, Jack had just what he'd asked for.

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The slaps continued, sometimes on a rhythm, sometimes falling from one, Ianto's hand gently caressing the burning hot, red skin of Jack's ass just to lift away and spank him sharply again. But he never stopped, not until he saw what Jack was up to between Daniel's thighs.

His fingers slid into Jack's hair again, tightened and pulled, yanking Jack's mouth away from Daniel's cock. He looked up to Daniel, a glint of apology in his expression, but much more promise, and then leaned down to Jack's ear. "Not yet," Ianto said roughly, punctuating his words with another hard slap and sharp bite to his neck.

Letting go, Ianto crawled across the bed, fishing through the bedside table, hoping to find at least a condom and oil. And found condoms and lube. He had to remind himself of the magic of the entire room and shook his head as he moved behind Daniel. Coaxing him into a kneeling position with nips and kisses and touches, Ianto prepared both himself and Daniel, warming the lube in his hands and working quickly, knowing the other man was never patient for this.

Ianto gripped Daniel's ass and pushed inside of him, one confident rough movement, relaxing with a deep, rumbling groan once he was here. "God, Daniel," he murmured nearly breathlessly, eyes shutting bit down at the crook of Daniel's neck, then sucked at the skin. He started moving, started a rhythm, quick and familiar and so good, and let go of Daniel's neck to instruct Jack. "Now."

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Initially, Daniel had opened his mouth in a silent moan when Jack's mouth covered him, trying to keep the same, gentle hold on Jack. But Jack had changed things. Upped the ante. And suddenly, Daniel was reminded of where they'd started things. He'd felt a moment of irritation when Ianto pulled Jack away. A moment that was quickly replaced with surprised hope and he groaned audibly when he saw the promise in Ianto's eyes.

"Yes," he said, voice hissing slightly in anticipation. All he could think of now was Ianto inside him, fucking him, and then he was in, all the way in, and it was perfect. Until Ianto told Jack to continue and Daniel's hands curled in the sheets.

"Yes, Jack. God, yes." He swallowed against a suddenly dry throat and pushed back harder against Ianto.

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It all seemed to stop so suddenly that Jack felt like he'd lurched, crashed, hit a wall of some kind. He had been so focused, so completely given over, that as he rolled away, it took a moment to realize what was going on. Only a moment. He laid, stretched out on his side, and watched, waiting for a command.

His ass stung deep into the muscle and lips wet and cool, drying to a sticky tightness when it finally came. One word. Permission. He smiled almost drunkenly at Daniel, then looked up at Ianto, unquestioning obedience in his eyes. Rise, turn, drop, slide, he was under Daniel, one hand covering Ianto's as he held onto the man's hip as well, and took his cock into his mouth again.

Slowly at first, just the head, tongue teasing the ridge, flicking the taut line of the frenulum. He didn't need any sort of orders to suck Daniel off well...and since he never had, he took his time to begin with. To get used to him. To make it good.

Jack knew things that could bring a man down quickly; he knew things that could draw it out until coming was an exquisite torture. Right now, he was just getting started. Every one of Ianto's thrusts drove Daniel's dick deeper into his throat and it wasn't long before Jack was stroking the man's side, moaning around him, bobbing up and back and wishing for...something.

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He felt a strange rush from the look in Jack's eyes, but shut his own eyes tightly as he thrust into Daniel, slowly moving faster, harder. No matter how many times they did this, Daniel never felt anything less than perfect. One hand still on Daniel's hip, trapped beneath Jack's hand, Ianto moved his other hand up Daniel's chest, pinching sharply at a nipple, but only briefly before closing around his real goal: the cartouche. "Eiddo," he breathed into Daniel's ear, the word cut short by a moan and a bite to his earlobe as Ianto changed speed again, faster.

Ianto thrust hard, fast, deep, wanting more for Daniel to come than thinking of himself, giving him exactly what he knew the other man would want. Jack was momentarily forgotten, not completely, but pushed to the side, no longer Ianto's focus. He knew exactly what Jack was doing, but couldn't touch him very well from their position. Daniel could do what he wanted; Ianto could watch him.

[eiddo - mine; yours]

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Daniel almost wanted to forget about the world except for his ass and his cock, but that wouldn't be fair and, after a minute, he groaned a word. "Move." He rested his weight on one hand briefly and tugged Jack around until Jack was lying underneath him, Daniel's arms straddling Jack's hips. Daniel ran his hand along one of Jack's thighs and then bit the other.

Slowly, Daniel licked at the head of Jack's cock once, twice. At a particularly hard thrust by Ianto, Daniel started moving up and down, bringing more and more of Jack into his mouth each time, moaning each time he did. He focused less on technique - he was too far gone to actually care about that - than just making sure it was good for Jack.

It was all almost too good and Daniel increased the pace even more, wanting almost desperately to come and to bring the other two men with him.

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He reached down and treaded his fingers in Daniel's hair. The pain was over, and now...God, he couldn't even hold a thought. His thoughts only came in images flashing behind closed lids.

He spread his legs and drew his knees up, thrusting into the slick, willing warmth of Daniel's mouth. Reaching, holding, touching Daniel, touching Ianto, the sounds and sensations and tastes...the moment hit and Jack was lost. No thinking. No worries. One goal.

He tightened his lips, sucked harder, pulled him deeper. His hand slipped off Ianto's and he reached back, resting his palm against his ass, feeling the motion, the tension, the rhythm as he drove hard into Daniel. With that little extra, he could tell when to rise, when to suck, when to lick, when to do whatever was needed to make Daniel lose control. To get Daniel to pull Ianto over the edge as well.

He'd taken his licks. He wanted his reward.

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Jesus, the sounds alone they were making alone could have driven Ianto mad. All thought left him and only the rhythm and sensations remained: the hard, driving motion taking over his body and the sounds, feelings, the very taste of the air around them overwhelming his senses.

He let go of Daniel's cartouche, pulling back slightly to place both hands on his hips, steadying himself as his world became smaller and smaller, the pleasure building and coiling in his stomach. The way Daniel was working back against him only helped to send him over the edge. Groaning loudly, Ianto tightened his grip on Daniel's hips, leaning forward and over him, biting down on his shoulder as he came. "Fuck," he exhaled as he let go, then sucked at the bite mark as he slowed, panting to catch his breath.

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Daniel's breath caught when Ianto bit him and he moaned, arching his head back a little until Ianto let go. Once he had, Daniel returned to Jack with a renewed fervor, sucking and licking and taking Jack as far into his throat as he could stand and then some.

His hand flailed back, searching for something, and he whimpered when Ianto caught his hand, squeezing tightly. He only lasted a few more thrusts before he was coming hard with a cry muffled by Jack's cock in his mouth. His hips slowed their pace, but his mouth kept moving on reflex, working even harder to bring Jack to the edge and beyond.

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The chain reaction that Ianto started ended with Jack bucking hard, nails digging into Ianto's ass, fingers curling in Daniel's hair. He swallowed hard around Daniel's cock, then pulled away, turning his head to the side. His breath caught, just a hitch, and he tensed as he pulsed empty in the heat.

It wasn't until he was spent that he could take huge gulps of air, legs dropping to the bed and arms falling away as he somehow became completely boneless.