Serendipity- When the Children are Sleeping [PART THREE (2/3)]
Okay, so tomorrow was a fiasco- but here is the next chapter of Serendipity! its the second to last and i PROMISE LOTS OF SMUT. More smut than fluff, but oh well. the last chapter is more fluff than smut. anwyways, please read!
and LJ cuts are acting up still, so sorry!
Title: While The Children Are Sleeping [PART THREE (2/3)]
Chapter: 2 of 3, PART THREE
Series: Serendipity
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
2nd_toshiko
Rating: NC 17 (graphic sex, spanking, swearing etc)
Character(s): Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen, Mica, David and Rhiannon
Genre(s): Romance, slight crack, smut and fluff
Warning(s)/Spoiler(s): Slight spoilers for Children of Earth, and end of TW S2.
Disclaimer(s): I do NOT own Torchwood OR Doctor Who, nor do I own the characters, pairings, storylines etc. They are the sole property of the almighty BBC, the Torchwood/Doctor Who Production Team and (unfortunately for us) Russell T Davies. No money is being made out of this, and I’m still a student, so please don’t sue me- any money I have is going towards university! I also don’t own the song used.
Summary: Jack and Ianto are babysitting- inappropriately.
Author’s Note: This is the penultimate chapter of Serendipity all together- I hope this has been a good story. I’d like to point out also that in this story, I’ve made out Mica and David to be slightly younger than they are, and I might have mixed them up a little. So please forgive me for that. Also, the song used in this fic is called ‘Bad Touch’ by the Bloodhound Gang- whenever Ianto’s speech goes into italics, its because he’s quoting from there. Anyways, here’s my promised smut and fluff, thanks to all who have stuck with me!
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Chapter Two
Disk 91.
After everything, everyone, finally…we might just be able to get past this. Live past this.
It’s been a week now, even though if you came and told me its been 6 months, I wouldn’t think you were kidding.
I came home after…everything…and crawled into bed- no turning lights off, no showers, no changing clothes.
Just slept.
I slept for two days. Funny enough, I didn’t get one call from Gwen, Owen or Jack, telling me I need to go in.
They must be sleeping too.
What hits me is that I feel like this, and I wasn’t even at the brunt of it- what must Ianto be going through? Where is Jack in all of this?
I remember when I was six years old. My mother told me a story, like she used to most nights when she wasn’t tired out from working. One time, she told me a story about a Japanese samurai who feel in love with his Mistress, the one he was supposed to protect. I can’t remember a lot of the story now, but the Mistress eventually requited his love, and something happened that meant they would both live forever. It was a happy story.
Nothing in reality works that way. Every time I look at Jack, I think of the Samurai, so many burdens, so untold.
Just living Torchwood makes you feel old.
Today, I work up early and went for a walk. Met Owen on the way. Things used to be…difficult between us, but not anymore. I wouldn’t be able to tell you, not for the life of me, what’s changed, but something has.
He knows I love him, will always, always listen to him, and be there for him. And I know, somewhere under that cranky exterior, he has some, even a little, regard for me.
For now, it’s enough. Until all this blows over.
‘I never realised that Jack had it in him’, Owen says, suddenly. We’re walking in the park and its raining.
Typical Britain.
‘What do you mean?’, I answer, looking at him. Owen shuffles, not looking at me.
‘I never realised Jack would be so...’ Owen sighs, then smirks a little. ‘I always thought what Jack and Ianto have…done…was a lot to do with benefits. No matter what Ianto said to me. But…’
He doesn’t need to finish. I stay silent.
‘They always seemed to have this…fight going on’, Owen continues. ‘Like they’re fighting each other, but they’re not. How am I supposed to understand it all? Jack’s immortal and Ianto’s…’
He doesn’t have to finish that either.
Jack’s immortal and Ianto’s….not.
‘I guess I’m trying to say is that Jack and Ianto’s thing…relationship’, Owen said. ‘It’s so impossible.’
Tosh looked at Owen, and they stopped walking.
‘If they’re impossible…what are we?’ Tosh asked, almost desperately. ‘What is Torchwood? What we do, what we ARE is impossible…’
Now I’m not looking at Owen. There’s a silence, and then he speaks quietly from behind me.
‘Jack once told me that the word ‘impossible’ is eradicated from the Oxford English Dictionary in the 25th century’.
I can’t help it, I smile. Owen must have sensors on his forehead.
‘I know…impossible, isn’t it?’ he says.
I don’t know why we’re laughing and how long we laughed, but for once, just this once, I just want stand in the middle of this miserable, cold, wet park and laugh with Owen about nothing.
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Dear Diary,
My mam died two weeks ago and was buried a week ago. There weren’t too many people there- she always used to say that when she died, she’d die quietly, unlike my uncle Vernon who, according to her was ‘a dramatic pig even after he stopped breathing’.
I never knew when mam joked. There couldn’t be too many people at the funeral anyways. Tad died years ago.
I was standing there, still, not knowing what to do- how to feel- as they lower mam into the ground.
Rhiannon appears out of nowhere, her eyes brimming with tears, bright red.
‘You bastard’, she said, hugging me tight. ‘You got to talk to her last. You always were the lucky one’.
She has no idea.
It was nice, in an odd way. My sister and I, together after such a long time. She’s all that I’ve got.
‘Rest in peace’, we both whisper, as they put soil over her, first tiny amounts, then huge mounds.
‘You can live now, you know, Ianto’, Rhi said, quietly. ‘I know you; you’re blaming yourself, no matter how she died.’
I stay quiet.
‘She loved you, as her son’, Rhi said, her voice wobbling. ‘She was proud of you, and you’ve done nothing to change that’.
‘You don’t know that, Rhi’, I said, softly.
She just looks at me, like she doesn’t know what to say.
‘You can live now’, she said again.
All goes quiet, and then Rhi speaks again, her voice odd this time.
‘Ianto, would you hate me if I had an affair?’
Okay.
‘What?’
‘I know this is a funeral and everything’, she said, in the same tone of voice. ‘But talk about HOT- hang on, why is he coming this way?’
I freeze. Oh God, no, no now, not here-
‘Yan’, Jack’s voice said.
I try my best to uncurl myself from whatever cocoon I just built around myself.
‘Rhi’, I said, my energy draining. ‘This is Jack, my boss’.
Jack’s face drops, his glaze darkening. Suddenly, I feel the lump in my throat disappear.
You can live now.
I’m Ianto Jones, and my mother has just died- this is her funeral. I’m at my mam’s funeral when I realise…I’m not dead yet.
I loved my mother, and I still do. In the end, I know, she wouldn’t hold grudges, not on Gray, me or Jack… ‘Death is how you take it’, she always said.
I’m not dead.
I have a second chance at life. I still have my sister, my niece and nephew, and I have…
Jack.
‘Rhi’, I said, again. Jack looks at me, confused. I smile at him, as much as I can muster.
‘This is my partner…Jack.’
Her jaw drops.
‘Wait ‘til I tell Johnny you’re GAY!’
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‘..You only do the kind of stuff that Prince would sing about, so put your HANDS down my PANTS, and I bet you feel nu-‘
‘JACK!’
‘What?!’
Ianto picked up his nephew from the coffee table they were using as a podium, and unplugged the karaoke machine.
He frowned up at Jack, who was still on the coffee table, and put his hands on his hips.
‘Uncle IANTOOOO!’ David screamed, from his place near Ianto’s legs. ‘I WANNA PLAY WITH UNCLE JACKKKKKKKKKK!’
‘David, you can play…something else,’ Ianto tried. God knows why he agreed to babysit these kids. ‘Mam wouldn’t be too happy if she caught you playing with the karaoke machine this late at night, would she?’
‘S’pose’, David mumbled. Ianto patted his head, and returned his glare to his over- grown kid of a partner.
‘Jack!’ he hissed up at the Captain. ‘It’s nine o’clock. You were supposed to put them to bed while I get their drinks. What. Happened?’
Jack glared at him, pouting.
‘We were having fun, Yan! He could always go to bed later! He just mentioned how his dad would never let him play with the karaoke machine because they brought it from Camden market-‘
Ianto looked at the CD’s that came with the machine. Oh yes, he could tell why they weren’t allowed to sing these songs.
Jack was still nattering away when Ianto yanked him off from the coffee table, pulling the older man by his trousers.
‘OW!’ Jack yelled, as David giggled. Ianto glared even harder.
‘ ‘Bad Touch’ Jack?’, Ianto asked, holding up the CD. ‘You get a little kid to sing THIS?’
Jack rubbed his leg, pouting harder and his eyes mischievously blue. For some insane reason, Ianto wanted to spank him and snog him senseless at the same time.
‘It was the least …inappropriate song in the pile’, Jack said, innocently. ’At least it teaches them about…the differences between animals and humans?’
‘Acts of mating’, David said, proudly. ‘We’re nothing but mammals, so lets do it like they do it on the discovery channel- that’s what the man said!’
Ianto slowly turned his head back towards Jack. The older man looked back at his partner like he was a nuclear bomb.
Jack ran.
‘COME BACK HERE, YOU TWPSYN!’ Ianto screamed, chasing after Jack as the older man ran into the kitchen. Mica ran down from upstairs where she was sleeping, and David was laughing fit to bust. ‘WHAT IF HE WENT AND SANG THIS TO RHI?! DO YOU HAVE ANY BLOODY IDEA WHAT SHE’D DO TO ME?!’
‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry!’, Jack squeaked, as he ducked a cushion Ianto was throwing at him. He grinned quickly at the children who were cheering for Jack, before ducking again.
They circled the Breakfast table; Jack on one side, Ianto on the other.
‘Wait til I get you’, Ianto muttered.
‘What are you going to do?’ Jack replied, cheekily. ‘Gonna punish me?’
The words hung in the air like bait.
‘You have no idea what Rhi’s like’, Ianto said, dangerously.
‘So live a little!’ Jack exclaimed. ‘It’s only one lousy-‘
‘Very suggestive-,‘ Ianto muttered.
‘-Song’, Jack finished. ‘What harm can it do? It won’t teach them much’.
‘Nuts’, David said, cheerful. ‘I know what the man meant! He was being very naughty.’
Ianto blinked. Mica sat up from her corner and giggled.
‘They’re what boys have, aren’t they?’ Mica said, all giggly. ‘It’s their thingy.’
Jack yelled again, when a plastic cup hit him, and ran back into the living room.
‘Ianto!’, Jack screamed. ‘You’re being insane!’
‘And you’re insane if I ever let you tag along when I babysit them AGAIN!’
Suddenly, Jack fell backwards onto the sofa, surprising Ianto into tumbling over and onto him with a large thump.
Ianto breathed in hard, the children’s laughter suddenly sounding so far away. He could feel Jack’s erection hard against his own growing one.
‘Jack, really’, he breathed onto his partner’s face. ‘There’s a time and a place’.
‘You’re really sexy when you’re angry like that’, Jack croaked earnestly.
Ianto tore off his lover, his face bright red.
Mica and David were laughing uncontrollably.
‘You mention this to your mother’, Ianto warned. ‘And I’ll put Poison Ivy in your beds when you’re asleep. Remember how much that itched, Dave?’
David thought for a moment, and then nodded quickly. Mica copied her brother, like she did in a lot of things.
‘Bed, kids!’, Jack said, suddenly. Ianto had a suspicion he knew why.
David complained loudly about how dad let them stay up later on Friday because there was no school the next day, but Jack was having none of it. Throwing David over his shoulder and scooping up giggly Mica, he marched them upstairs.
‘Don’t want to go to sleep’, David said, yawning. ‘Sleepin’ is for…babies…’
He was asleep before he hit the bed. Jack watched him.
Kids. Never doing that again.
Mica went into her own bed happily enough.
‘Boys are stupid’, she said knowledgeably, burying herself in her duvet. ‘All they care about is nuts’.
Jack blinked, trying to fight the urge to laugh. He didn’t know if she knew what she meant completely, but it was still funny hearing from a small girl.
Jack closed the doors, and walked downstairs quickly.
When he reached the living room, Ianto was nowhere to be seen.
‘Yan?’, Jack called out, quietly so not to wake the sleeping children. The Welshman was really had disappeared.
Out of nowhere, a large weight hit Jack’s back as Ianto jumped on him from behind, forcing Jack to hit the sofa.
‘What the-?’ Jack spluttered, trying to get off his belly, but found himself stuck to the sofa face first.
He lifted his head, but Ianto pushed it back down.
‘Oh no, you don’t’, the younger man warned. ‘You’ve done enough damage today, I think, so its time you listen to me’.
Jack’s cock hardened at the sound of Ianto’s voice, all throaty and rich with desire, yet filled a steel determination.
There was a sudden flurry of material as Ianto straddled Jack’s back properly and removed his tie, using it to pull Jack’s hands back, then tying them.
‘Just an extra reassurance for me’, Ianto said, pleasantly. Jack groaned, and attempted to move.
Ianto leaned in, and nibbled at Jack’s ear lobe, causing the older man to moan, before placing a hand under Jack. Jack gasped loudly and arched his back, throwing himself harder into the sofa.
What is he doing to me?
Jack was sweating now, gasping hard as Ianto squeezed his erection from the small space between the Captain’s body and the sofa. Jack thrusted towards Ianto’s hands, frustrated at the way his own hands were tied behind his back.
‘No’.
Ianto removed his hand from under Jack, which lead to a loud protest.
‘You don’t move unless I tell you to. Can’t you listen to anything I say?’ Ianto huffed, moving down Jack’s body to sit on his legs. He placed a hand on Jack’s arse, pulling at the trousers. ‘I think you need to be punished.’
Another flurry of material as Ianto yanked down Jack’s trousers, exposing two round buttocks. He traced a finger at the crack.
‘So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts’, Ianto whispered, caressing the skin. ‘A spank or two or five would be in order.’
Jack didn’t move from underneath him, just breathed deeply.
‘Good boy’ Ianto said, pleased. ‘You’re learning. But you still are going to pay for earlier. Corrupting little children-‘
‘I was just-‘ Jack gasped.
‘Silent’.
Ianto smoothed a hand over one buttock before laying a stinging smack on it. Jack howled, but didn’t move. Ianto watched the buttock turn a faint pink, before reverting back to its usual smooth tinge.
‘You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals’ Ianto leaned down and hissed in Jack’s ear, stroking his back. ‘And I believe some mammals like a bit of a spanking once and again. So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.’
Jack breathed in harshly, his erection sticking, almost painfully, into the sofa.
Rhiannon was definitely not going to like this.
‘Do it again now’.
Jack didn’t know whether he liked or hated the song lyrics. There was another stinging pain on his arse, followed by a slight pleasure as Jack’s cock pushed against the sofa material, creating friction.
‘Ianto’, he croaked. ‘We’re in your sister’s house. Her sofa’.
Ianto smiled. ‘She’ll never know what she never saw’.
Suddenly, Ianto moved even further down Jack’s legs, stroking and kissing his back as he did so. Jack breathed in, and almost forgot to breathe out.
Maybe he could wiggle out of the tie that held his hands together…
Ianto reached Jack’s arse and carried on kissing. He nibbled along each buttock, causing Jack to hiss in pleasure and wriggle against Ianto.
Ianto grinned against Jack, and slowly began parting his buttocks to reveal a puckering hole.
Jack arched as Ianto’s tongue dipped in and out, thoroughly exploring his hole. Moaning loudly, Jack pushed himself more towards his lover, encouraging. As he fought to pull of the tie from his hands, Jack realised that Ianto had not yet removed a single piece of clothing, while he was tied up, with his trousers around his ankles.
Pleasure filled Jack’s body as Ianto expertly swiped a tongue through Jack’s hole, before removing it all together to enter a finger into the older man. All of a sudden, Jack was pulled up and turned to his front by his lover, finally seeing the mischievous glint in Ianto’s eyes. He hadn’t removed the finger.
‘Ianto’, Jack croaked, gulping.
Ianto dipped down again.
‘Very naughty’, he mumbled against Jack’s navel, licking at the belly button. He added another finger into Jack, smirking when he began trying to fuck himself on them. ‘Patience, Jack’.
Ianto licked down Jack’s abdomen, before reaching Jack’s crotch. He moved down, smiling up at Jack as he put his lover’s very hard, very erect cock into his free hand.
‘Seems you’re very happy to see me, Captain’, Ianto said, conversationally. ‘Can’t think why though’.
‘Oh fuck!’, Jack nearly yelled, as Ianto took him into his mouth, using his tongue to map Jack’s shaft completely. He flicked his tongue like so which made Jack writhe as pleasure took him in so many intense bursts.
‘Ianto…’he moaned, longing to run his hand through Ianto’s hair. The man was evil, pure evil. But as he looked down at his lover, bringing him so much pleasure so easily, he felt a plummet of affection.
The Welshman nipped at his lover’s balls, rolling them with his tongue, before moving up to run a path up Jack’s shaft again. Then, without a single warning, Ianto kissed Jack’s thigh and took Jack whole into his mouth.
The Captain couldn’t help himself; he thrust hard into Ianto’s mouth, keening as a wave of pleasure pulled him under, hard and fast. He arched hard into the warmth and tightness of Ianto’s mouth, before climaxing with a shout.
Jack breathed hard and Ianto licked up his offering. Jack finally managed to pull free of the ties and dragged Ianto up into a hard, blistering kiss.
‘I think it’s your turn now’, Jack whispered, as he deftly unbuttoned Ianto’s shirt, and put his hands down Ianto’s trousers.
Ianto closed his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a scuffle of keys in a lock. Ianto opened his eyes and found Jack looking back with the same look.
‘JACK, HAVE TO-‘ Ianto yelled, moving frantically off of Jack.
There was a sudden rush as Ianto made to stand up, only to be toppled over by Jack. He made to stand up again, only to find himself in a hopeless tangle of trousers and ties.
‘OH MY GIDDY GO-‘
Ianto closed his eyes again, as he heard his sister squeak at the sight, and felt more than heard Jack in his attempt to look decent.
Ianto got up to see Rhiannon standing at the door like a bright red goldfish.
‘Sorry’, she mumbled, and ran out of the room.
Jack breathed hard and looked at his lover.
‘Sorry?’, Jack said, questioningly.
Ianto huffed. ‘Yeah- don’t get used to it, she won’t ever say that again- she just got surprised, that’s all.’
Ianto started picking his trousers from the pile, and began pulling them on, pretending not to notice that Jack was watching him. ‘We have about half an hour before she turns up again.’
Jack grinned. ‘I don’t think we’ll be babysitting again.’
‘Oh no. She’ll make me babysit- she’ll just make sure you don’t come along.’
Jack was still grinning. Ianto pulled his trousers up with one swift move.
‘What?’, he said, feeling slightly put off.
Jack wound an arm around his lover’s waist.
‘There was some point when I thought I was going to lose you’, Jack said, softly. ‘I told myself, after that, if I ever get another minute with you I’ll make sure I don’t waste it.’
Ianto looked down at the Captain, and despite his apprehension with their current situation, he kissed the older man’s forehead.
Jack smiled. ‘We have half an hour.’
Ianto looked at the door, then back at Jack.
‘Show me how I make you feel’. The Welshman whispered, smiling quietly.
TBC
What do you think? I realise this is more smutty than fluff- the next chapter is more fluffy than smutty, so I think it evens out. I hope this turned out okay, because I was writing it quite fast and in a public place, so I was worried at the time if anyone was looking over my shoulder!
Please do comment, it means the world! One more chapter left, guys!
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