[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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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.

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Ianto inhaled sharply as his muscles flexed in Jack's hand. It didn't help him catch his breath at all, and it took a little while before Ianto could do anything more than pant against Daniel's neck and squeeze his hand. After a few moments though, he carefully pulled out of Daniel and fell to one side, collapsing onto the bed.

Laying back, he reached out for Jack's hand and caught it, just holding onto him. He needed the contact even if Jack didn't, to know that he could still touch the other man, that the roughness had just been for a period of time.

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It took Daniel a minute to do anything other than breath and even when he could move, he did little more than collapse, his head on Jack's stomach and his hand curled up in Ianto's, pulling him closer. Daniel let out a soft sigh. He was relaxed, he was comfortable, and, more importantly, he was content. The anger and frustration that he'd been carrying around for weeks were very noticeably absent and it was like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

It made him smile and burrow his head a little more into Jack. Idly, he played with the cartouche around Ianto's neck. It was an absent movement and one that usually meant that he was thinking, but for once his mind was pleasantly blank.

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Jack was still and silent as the men dropped away. He held Ianto's hand softly, unmoving. The weight of Daniel on his stomach was comforting as well.

Still, he couldn't help but feel that he should wait the requisite time, whatever that might be, and then excuse himself to...well, to do anything else. To leave. To weigh the consequenses of the moment after the fact.

One of the immediate consequenses was apparent as soon as the rush was gone. He'd asked them to hurt him, and they had. His neck was throbbing where Daniel's teeth had sunk in, his back was raw and his ass...even the sheets felt too rough. Every spot where the pain lingered was a place where they'd left marks. Bruises, scrapes, discolored spots that wouldn't fade. Marks he'd wear home. Marks that were simply evidence of his betrayal.

This wasn't how it should be. He should be basking in some kind of afterglow; he should be catching his breath and telling them both they were amazing and wonderful and gorgeous, assuring them it had been fantastic. He knew how it should go, but he also knew how he felt. The sickening sensation in his stomach, the crushing feeling in his chest, they were guilt.

Guilt for doing what he wanted, what was freely offered and given. What he'd needed from people he trusted and cared about. Guilt for betraying Greg.

Greg was in bed with someone else. That thought alone made the sensation in his stomach a little less. He hadn't meant to make it happen, but it did. Greg had dismissed him, told him not to wait up. Greg, who he'd loved, who he'd changed for in tiny bits so slowly he hadn't even noticed until now.

He'd fallen in love at it was Achilles Heel. The way he had been wasn't how he could be any more. The way he'd been before, he couldn't do that either. Jack found himself in a strange sort of limbo, wondering where his boundaries were. Wondering if he even had any without someone to follow.

He sighed heavily without realizing it, also not realizing that during the course of his quiet thoughts, all the pain had stopped. All the marks disappeared--just because he willed them gone.

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Ianto shifted slightly to make himself a little more comfortable, kissing Daniel's shoulder in the process. He felt as if he could doze off, just relax completely for an hour or so, but Jack's sigh wasn't the contented, peaceful sigh he expected to hear.

Propping himself up somewhat, he rested his chin on Daniel's shoulder so he could look over his body to Jack. He squeezed Jack's hand gently, then turned their hands so he could run his thumb over Jack's knuckles. "You alright?" Ianto asked softly.

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Daniel couldn't move much, with Ianto resting on him, but when he turned his head to look up at Jack, almost immediately he noticed the bite mark on Jack's chest was gone. Daniel leaned up a little and saw that at least one of the ones on Jack's neck was gone, too. Before Jack could answer, Daniel let out a sigh of his own. "You're not."

Connections formed in Daniel's head, theories tested and rejected within seconds until he came up with a likely suggestion. "You didn't take my advice and now you're feeling guilty." He didn't let any judgment one way or the other into the sentence, just spoke it plainly. Jack didn't need that. None of them did.

Carefully, Daniel considered his words. He didn't want to promise Jack that everything was going to be all right, because it had been a given at the start that it wouldn't be. He couldn't even promise that things with Greg would end up being okay, because he didn't know the man. But there was something else he could promise.

"When the fallout from the island's latest fiasco happens, let me know. Let us know." It wasn't an order and it wasn't a plea. It was something between the two. He pushed Ianto up and turned so that he was looking at Jack full-on. "You were the one that there for me when I thought that nothing would ever be right again. And I've picked up some of the pieces. And if you need the same, well...that's what family does."

He blinked a little at himself, the final words coming without active thought. He didn't know where it had come from, but it felt right. He'd said he'd loved Jack and he'd meant like Sam and Teal'c and that's what Sam and Teal'c were. Family.

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He clenched his jaw, looking at Ianto, listened to Daniel. Fallout...yeah, there would be fallout. One way or another, there was going to be fallout.

"I'm fine," he assured Ianto quietly. It wasn't the pat lie he told all the time. Physically, he was fine. He was satisfied in more than one way. It was just...

Change.

Fuck, he hated changing.

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It was hard to look at Jack, listen to Daniel, and not feel like an absolute twat. The intention had been to stop Jack from doing anything stupid, and though it had seemed the thing to do at the time (and Ianto thought he would be able to defend himself in any case) he couldn't help the doubts from starting to seep in.

He didn't let them show though, refused to give them a foothold. Holding Jack's gaze as much as he could through Daniel's words, Ianto squeezed Jack's hand again as he sat up. "If you want to leave, then go," he said quietly, no judgment in his voice. "But you're always welcome here. You know that, just remember it."

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"You're not fine," Daniel disagreed, because if Daniel wasn't allowed to hide from Jack then the reverse was also true. "The island fucks with everyone and today it decided to screw with you." After a minute, he admitted, "And maybe we helped it along. But whatever the consequences, we will help you."

That was a given. If Jack didn't come to them, they would go to him.

"Even a Captain needs to have someone to lean against, Jack. I've seen what happens when they don't." He took a breath. "Jack walked through the Stargate - the first time I met him - ready to blow a nuke to make sure the Gate couldn't be accessed. It was a suicide mission. Not one he took because he had to. One he took because he wanted to."

He shook his head before Jack could respond. "I'm not saying you're suicidal, but I am saying that I know what it's like when you don't have someone to count on." And by you he meant military men. "And I want you to know you can count on us. On me."

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Reciprocity only worked when Jack was willing. For now, he'd stick to his typical answer. It was enough, just right now, to be 'fine'. Not fixed. Not happy. Not weak or strong. Just...fine.

He smiled at Ianto, soft but tight, and stroked Daniel's hair once, then moved away, climbing off the bed and retrieving his clothes from the night before.

Their words--count on us, family, welcome--he heard and understood. This just wasn't the time to deal with it. It was too raw, too fresh, too close. He may as well have still been marked and bruised for as bright as the pain still was.

After Faramir, though, he couldn't stand to look down and see scrapes and bruises. It had little to do with House and everything to do with him. Marks were...well, once, a long time ago, marks were not allowed.

"I know," he replied, fastening the top button of his jeans. "Thanks."

And that was all he was willing to say about it. Any of it.

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Jack was making his escape, as per usual, and Ianto was neither unsurprised nor unsympathetic. Jack knew everything Daniel had just said. He just did without having to hear it. But Jack listening and Jack doing were two completely separate things, and Ianto knew Daniel wasn't going to get anything more out of Jack than what he'd already gotten. And perhaps a goodbye.

Shifting again, Ianto resettled on the bed with his arms loosely around Daniel, roughly chest to shoulder. It was partially out of a need to have the other man close and partially to somehow restrain him from saying too much, pushing too much more. Because half of loving Jack was letting him go. Sometimes more than half.

"Take care," he said to Jack, giving him a slight but true smile.

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Daniel leaned against Ianto and sighed. The acknowledgment was enough. For now. It meant that at least Jack had listened to what they said, believed it, and would probably process what it actually meant. God knew that Daniel needed to. He'd done such a complete 180 that if he hadn't seen how Jack had responded to being under the island's magic, he would have believed he was.

Except that Jack didn't question it. Jack hadn't questioned the newfound feelings and Daniel did. Or at least would once he was alone with Ianto. He wasn't sure that Jack was up to the scrutiny that Daniel was about to put himself through.

"In bocca al lupo," he murmured, nodding. Good luck indeed. He thought that Jack would need it. He gave Jack a look that hopefully said that he was leaving off the line of conversation for now. It would be continued later, but not now.

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Jack pulled on his shirt, then picked up his boots. One final look at each of them, one final smile, one quiet nod, and he walked out.

The beer was still on the table in the bucket, the ice still there too. Jack picked out a bottle and opened it, considering for a moment everything that had happened since Wilson gave him the first one last night. Just a moment of thought, and the bottle changed to a flask and Jack smiled. House had Wilson and he had hypervodka.

As he left their hut, he was fairly certain everything was just how it was supposed to be.