The Hunt

Disclaimer: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones and PC Andy Davidson do not belong to me, but to Russell T Davies, the BBC, their wonderful writers and to John Barrowman, Gareth David-Lloyd and Tom Price for being so “fantabulous” at acting and generally awesome. If they did belong to me, Torchwood would no doubt be shown on a satellite station that’s only on for an hour every night and has a lot of ‘X’s in it’s name. I really am just borrowing them, and will put them back when I’ve done. They will be clean and unharmed, I promise.



Author’s Note: Erm, yes. I believe I’ve heard GDL refer to this as ‘filth’ in such a way as to encourage more of it. Since I wouldn’t want to disappoint the man himself, here then, is my contribution to the general salacious nature of fan fiction for a fandom that involves canon slash.



As well as the disclaimer above, I also wish to point out that I do not own the song that Ianto sings in this chapter: it’s ‘Worried About Ray’ by The Hoosiers, if you’re interested. *g*




Chapter Twelve

So, here they were again. Kind of. Andy stood a little awkwardly in what might be termed the ‘living area’ of Ianto’s flat with a glass and a single towel around his hips. After gratefully taking a shower that had refreshed him after everything he’d already done with his day, he’d asked for something a bit stronger than coffee. As far as Ianto’s mind worked that appeared to be a rather good whisky.

What else he’d asked for… well, he wasn’t afraid. Nervous could be applied, especially with the stare Jack was currently gracing him with. It made him conscious of his near-nakedness, and he swirled the alcohol around in his glass – awkwardly. He’d long ago brought a toothbrush here, and so he was pleasantly clean apart from the fiery swallow of whisky he’d had.

Jack was sat down in a chair, still fully dressed, not having had chance to shower yet, and Andy looked back at him for one second. Oh, yes! He still looked ready to spring up from the chair with the slightest provocation or encouragement. Andy tried not to think about it too much. And that was kind of easy, since they could both hear the sound of the shower. Ianto was in there right now, stood under the water, probably enjoying it. All that hot water, and pressure, and he had this amazing shower gel stuff that went all foamy as soon as it got near water and skin… Andy swallowed some more of the numbing alcohol.

He and Jack looked at each other, with the sound of the shower carrying to them easily. Jack stood up, and Andy tried to stay still as Jack came over to him, taking the glass out of his hand and placing it on a handy side table. Trust Ianto to have a handy side table.

“So…” Andy began casually with a deliberating breath, for want of something to talk about, defiantly ignoring the obvious, aware of the way his damp hair was curling around his forehead. It was always slightly longer when it was wet, and just a shade darker.

He was forced to stop thinking when Jack moved easily right into his personal space, because he was already anticipating the kiss. It didn’t come straight away, and Andy suspected that was deliberate on Jack’s part, because of course for that few seconds with Jack’s warm hands resting on the towel at his hips, Andy could look into his eyes, aware of the space that was left between them along with the desire and the bodyheat…

“Gorgeous,” Jack said quietly, and it took a second or two of the kiss that followed for Andy to realise Jack wasn’t referring to himself. He pushed the braces from Jack’s shoulders, aware through it all that Ianto had seemingly turned on a radio while he was in the shower. The music drifted in to where they were, some kind of fast-paced pop.

Jack let go of his hips for the second required to get his arms free of the braces, never breaking the kiss, and Andy wished that he would be a little bit more gentle about where he put his hands when he returned them to their place because the towel could quite easily just… Oh, yeah, there it went.

He knew Jack’s kisses well by now. There had been many of them, but they hadn’t really done anything else. It had all been about Ianto. Yet there was a change in Jack’s intentions this time. Andy could sense it, he thought for a second about what he wanted from Ianto, and he broke the kiss suddenly.

“Both of you?” he said as if it was an accusation, then he couldn’t keep the sarcasm in. “But… does that even work?”

Jack chuckled. “One at a time it does,” he said, then there was a very wicked glint in his eye. “Or, rather… one after the other.”

“Oh!” was all he had time for before Jack was kissing him again, hands around his naked body now, resting on his buttocks, pulling him so close he couldn’t truly see what he was doing with the buttons on Jack’s shirt. One after the other was probably a good way to go about it. Andy tried hard to think about that while Jack was seducing him. And then there was singing. There was singing coming from the bathroom, rising over the sound of the water.

”Truth be told, the truth be told. I’m treading on my tippy-toes, my tippy-toes…”

The kiss broke again so that Andy could laugh at Ianto’s singing as it drifted over to them. Jack just smiled, never missing a beat, one hand on Andy’s back to keep him close, the other under his chin, lifting his face to watch his laughter. Of course, being seduced by Jack was fun. How could it be anything else?

Actually, Ianto had quite a good voice, and they looked at each other as Ianto sang the chorus.

”They say the future’s out to get you… You know that I won’t let you fall…”

They just looked at each other, and at the repeat of the phrase, there was something serious in Jack’s eyes. This time, Andy kissed him, and it was only the slightest of differences – a technicality, really – but he felt that change in the kiss as they shared it.

”The future’s out to get you… the future’s out to get you…” Ianto sang the refrain as Andy chased Jack’s hesitation, tempting him. It didn’t take much, to be honest, to get Jack’s mind back onto the reason they were here. In fact, by the time Ianto came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him, both Jack and Andy glanced across at him where he was stood towel-drying his hair with almost identical looks of sheepish apology. Andy was naked, and Jack was nearly there. Ianto laughed at them.

“Oh, I know you’re not starting without me,” he said confidently, and breezed past them to get himself a drink.

“Of course we’re not!” Jack said innocently, moving back a little and leaving Andy to pick up the discarded towel quickly. “I mean, you’re first.”

“Hey!” Andy said rebelliously, towel in hand as he glared at Jack who just raised an eyebrow at him, and then eyed him up rather deliberately.

“What?” Jack asked, holding out his hands. “I wasn’t kidding. That’s how it works!”

“That’s not what I meant,” Andy retorted, flushing just a little bit and hating himself for it.

“Yes, it is,” Jack said with a little pout, folding his arms.

“Oh, yeah?” Ianto said, cutting in, downing a drink and placing the glass back down on the tray to walk back towards them. He pulled the towel free and away from his body, and taking the one Andy was holding in suddenly nerveless fingers. “Well, Jack, you ought to know you’re falling behind.” He handed the towels to Jack and nodded at the bathroom. “Hurry up.”

They watched as Jack turned and stalked to the bathroom without another word. “He does what you say,” Andy noted darkly, still a little pissed off at Jack’s behaviour. Ianto shrugged.

“He knows I’m right,” he said simply, and then smiled at Andy. His smile chased the mood away, and Ianto took his hand to lead him across the room to the bed. “Come on!” he said then, excited. Andy laughed, feeling part of his nervousness fade away at Ianto’s behaviour.

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“You’re going to have to relax,” Ianto said once they were settled, as Andy watched his actions with half of his face buried in the pillows. He could only see Ianto’s long-fingered expressive hands as he reached for a bottle of some kind of oil that he’d taken from the drawer at the side of the bed. He squirmed slightly where he was laid on his front wondering just what it would feel like and thinking it really couldn’t feel all that good, no matter how many times he’d seen Ianto enjoy it.

“Yeah, well, I know what you want to do to me. So, reminding me’s really not working all that –” he said sarcastically, only to stop in the middle of his sentence when he felt oil-slick hands on his shoulders. He sighed. “Oh,” he said, rather pointlessly. Ianto chuckled.

He tried his best not to relax as Ianto set to work on massaging his shoulders and back, laughing and squirming because it almost tickled as the firm pressure of Ianto’s touch sorted out the knots of tension from him. The oil was scentless, but it had a character all its own, like candlelight, and he breathed it in, knowing he’d associate it with Ianto from now on. The heat from Ianto’s palms combined with the oil to make Andy’s muscles obey Ianto instead of him, and it felt fantastic.

“God, that’s nice,” he confided in a kind of low, husky moan as Ianto worked the tension from him skilfully. Ianto repeated the same movement several times in response until Andy was sure he was going to fall asleep. Would they still do it to him if he were asleep? Andy thought Jack just might, and that thought was far and away enough to keep him wide-awake.

As if the very thought had conjured him, a naked, shower-fresh Jack crept onto the bed at the side of him, and cupped his face with a hand. “How are we doing?” he asked them both.

“He’s trying to make me relax,” Andy said slowly, his voice heavy with languid pleasure, “and I think he’s cheating.”

Jack smirked. “Yeah...” he said, as if at a memory. “It’s good, isn’t it?” he asked with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. Andy tried to laugh, and groaned instead, stretching his legs into Ianto’s magical touch. Ianto had switched to his feet at some point and, having finished there, was now massaging Andy’s calves.

“Good,” he repeated vaguely. Actually, it was very good. So good that as Jack kissed him, it took a good few minutes of Ianto heading that way before he realised where those hands were going to end up.

He tensed slightly when he realised, but since Ianto didn’t stop in his ministrations, and since, consequently, there was nothing to be gained in being uncooperative, Andy relaxed again.

It took a good ten or fifteen minutes of Ianto working on his legs and buttocks for it to finally reach that point. Fifteen minutes of occasionally kissing Jack, being aware that Jack was there, laid next to him as he drifted happily. In fact, by the time it got to that point, Andy didn’t think he could have lifted a finger even if a weevil had burst in the door. He smirked to himself. Jack could handle it anyway.

He might have said he expected it to feel shocking and private, and he did feel that in a way, only Ianto teased him first. Touching him there and then withdrawing his hand, getting the area slippery with the massage oil. His fingers were ghosting over that most private place again and again, the touches steadily more frequent, until by the time Ianto slipped a finger inside him, Andy was almost up for just telling him to get on with it.

He gasped, but there was nothing else. His body didn’t reject the touch or the sensation, strange as it was. And really, it wasn’t all that strange. Just new. Andy let out the breath he’d taken in slowly as Ianto slid that finger in and out of him, dribbling some more oil down between his buttocks to the place where his finger was, getting it inside him.

It didn’t feel all that bad at all, actually. He could let Ianto carry on doing it to him, in fact. “How does that feel?” Ianto asked, leaning over to place a kiss on the back of his neck, and Andy moved his head slightly in response to the warm shiver of sweet awareness that went down his spine.

“Mmm…” he said vaguely, “it’s all right.” He grew more accustomed to it, even as he spoke, and he smiled. “Kind of nice, really.”

Ianto was pressing that finger inside him. He could feel it, but since the strange feeling was lower down, at his entrance, it didn’t really bother him – until Ianto found what he was looking for.

“Jesus Christ!” Andy muttered, and his hands, which had been relaxed and open against the pillows suddenly closed into fists, taking a good deal of the top pillow with them. Beside him Jack laughed. Somehow, Ianto had found a place to touch that made him hot and yearning for more, and he moaned into the pillows as he buried his face in them.

“What about now?” Ianto asked mildly.

When he could speak, Andy said the first thing that came to mind. “Do it again,” he demanded, almost breathless.

Ianto obliged him without another word, and Andy almost sobbed with pleasure into the pillows. God, it felt so good! And then, in case he was thinking this hadn’t been a team effort from the word go, Ianto held his free hand out to Jack, who poured a somewhat generous amount of the oil into his palm.

Ianto was doing something else with his other hand, while with one of them he continued to concentrate on making Andy incoherent and boneless. Oh, he could be a slave for this! It was almost too much, but there was no way he could ask Ianto to stop. No way.

When Ianto withdrew his finger, Andy actually heard himself make a dismayed sound of longing, and he raised one of knees on the bed, encouraging. He’d never imagined it could be like this. He felt that part of himself as so much more now, and he needed Ianto to touch him there. “Touch me,” he demanded, and then changed tack when Ianto didn’t satisfy him straight away, “please…”

He knew this had been timed perfectly, but it didn’t stop a thrilled feeling of lust from surfacing in him when he felt Ianto’s oil-covered cock sliding down the crease of his buttocks. “I could touch you with this,” Ianto said, the suggestion so decadent that Andy felt himself break out into a grin.

“Oh, yes! Please,” he begged again, completely uncaring how needy he sounded. This was what he had said yes to in the Tourist Office earlier, and then he hadn’t even known how good it must be. How much he’d want it. “I want you to,” he announced, just on the off chance that Ianto didn’t know or had forgotten.

“Oh, I really want to take you when you ask me like that. Don’t worry,” Ianto said, and Andy writhed beneath him, loving how dirty Ianto was at this moment, how good he was at this game, enjoying the teasing. Ianto kept just pushing against his entrance, letting him know he was there, and it felt so wonderfully wicked.

“But I’m a lot bigger than my finger,” he noted, teasing some more, pushing again, not quite pushing enough. “Do you think you can handle me?”

Andy struggled towards some kind of answer, trying to lift his lower body in encouragement, only remembering the feeling from before and wanting more of it. “I can, I promise,” he said, not sure if he could at all, but sensing that this was what Ianto wanted and going with it. “Please, do it! Touch me!”

“You mean, you want me to fuck you,” Ianto corrected, completely merciless. Andy groaned.

“Yes,” he murmured, “fuck me…” All of a sudden, he remembered that first shocking sight of Jack and Ianto in the gents at that club. The night it had all started, and he remembered hearing Jack’s whispered words then about not being able to stop. It’d almost seemed like Jack was a slave in some way, and that’s exactly how he felt now, no matter that it was the other way around. Like Ianto’s slave, longing for his touch and his action.

And then it was there.

That first long, slow push inside was difficult, however easy they wanted it to be, and it made Andy hiss. “Wait, wait, just, wait…” Ianto said hastily through gritted teeth behind him, one hand pushing on his shoulders to hold him down when he would have raised himself up to get away from it.

And he gave it that single minute Ianto wanted, or perhaps two minutes, just to see if he could take it. His hands, which had relaxed again, were now in fists against the pillows once more. The movement stopped, and they were poised for just a few breathless seconds. “Is that it?” he asked, a little nervous, his lower body feeling full and used and hot as Ianto rested against him.

“That’s all of it,” Ianto replied, his voice slightly more husky and deep, and he leaned down to kiss Andy’s temple as if in praise. “You’ve got all of it.”

“Ohhh…” It wasn’t quite a moan of pleasure, but one of understanding, and he felt his body embracing Ianto fully then, as it occurred to him what it meant, and he trembled.

“Andy?” There was something urgent in Ianto’s voice, and he drew in a breath to reply with an effort.

“Yeah?”

“I have to move,” Ianto said, and there wasn’t time to say yes again before Ianto did just that. It occurred to him to be glad of the care that Ianto had taken with him because he felt the acceptance of his body after the first two or three invasive and jerky movements inside him. The uncomfortable burning sensation passed, to be replaced by the feeling of being filled by Ianto, of being capable of giving him pleasure, because he knew of course how it felt the other way around.

It might have been perfect already, but there was something he’d forgotten, and when he felt Ianto push powerfully past that little place inside him that he’d touched with his finger before, Andy shuddered in arousal and moaned, his voice low. It was so obvious that their bodies were made to fit together like this. It continued, Ianto brushing against that spot inside him only occasionally, and the feeling of it leaked through into everything else, the echo of the sensation making it so that he knew he was begging Ianto to take him and fuck him hard and good. Oh, so good!

As if to deny him that, Ianto slowed right down, his chest slightly hairy and prickly against the oil on Andy’s back. He groaned, unable to do anything but be encouraging, hoping Ianto would pick up the pace again and use him properly. He was such a slave for it. And then, almost forgotten, he turned his head to find that Jack had watched all of this in silence.

He couldn’t move away as Jack got comfortable a little bit closer to him, one hand reaching out to angle his face properly for a kiss, tasting and seducing him all over again while he begged for Ianto. At last he drew back, and his next words caused Andy to shiver in Ianto’s grip. “I want to have you, too,” Jack said seriously.

They did this to Ianto all the time, both of them, and Andy wondered how he managed to take it. It was fantastic! He wanted to laugh, but he really was Ianto’s pleasure in these moments, so he settled for a smile as Ianto moved slowly inside him, occasional grunted and dirty sounds of enjoyment coming from Ianto’s lips.

There were no breathless little sighs between them. They sounded like animals, and it was such a turn on that he couldn’t think straight anymore. He stared into Jack’s eyes and that smile was still on his lips as he replied.

“You mean you want to fuck me,” he corrected when he could speak, in much the same way as Ianto had corrected him earlier. There was a sudden wicked spark of challenge in Jack’s eyes. Jack flicked his gaze up to Ianto for a second, and then he leaned in close, and whispered such a delicious fantasy into Andy’s ear that he began to move restlessly against the sheets beneath him, desperate to have it and to have it described to him forever and ever.

“What do I have to do?” he asked of Jack, who leaned back, his work apparently done for now. He felt his mouth go dry as Jack reached down to touch himself – watched it like the voyeur Jack made him into – and he had to know.

Jack grinned, half in pleasure, half at Andy’s question. “Well. I think you should make sure Ianto enjoys himself first,” Jack pointed out.