The Hunt

Disclaimer: As usual I do not own Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones or PC Andy Davidson. They belong to Russell T Davies, their wonderful writers, the BBC and to John Barrowman, Gareth David-Lloyd and Tom Price for being brilliant, all of them. I do own a paper clip. It's not looking quite as innocent as it did before. Anyway, please don't sue me. I own nothing of any value to you. Even my computer stopped responding several times during the writing of this chapter and has since given up completely. Maybe it was thinking too much about the paper clip in MS Word. I really have no idea.


Author's Notes:

Okay! Here we are again. I was going to write something else today, but found myself carrying on with this regardless. Yes, I will get back to some kind of plot with the Weevils and the list Andy and Ianto are making, but first I plan to dedicate a lot of my time to writing possibly the longest smutty scene in the world. Here is some of it.

My computer stopped working several times during the writing of this chapter. It's very scary. I thought at one point I would have to resort to pen and paper, and it's never the same that way. Am I the only writer in the world who finds it better with a word processor? Lots of people seem to prefer longhand. No way. By the time I get to writing that sentence I've just thought up that's several words away, I've gone and forgotten it. Longhand is disastrous for me.

And, just in case it wasn't glaringly obvious, none of this is beta read. It’s really far too much fun for that, but please do feel free to point out any mistakes you see to me. Getting into a scene with three characters is something I've done before, erm, quite a lot, and it's always a bit difficult not to overuse names and things. If I've committed that sin, I'm truly sorry.

Anyway, here is one thing you can use coloured paper clips for. Yes, I’m looking at you, RudeAndNotGinger137. That bit is dedicated to you. If you’re following this story, I hope you enjoy it.


Chapter Five

The click of the handcuffs was somehow final, though Ianto found himself more concerned with the sensation of two pairs of hands holding his wrists in place for the second or so it took to secure him. When it was done, Jack pulled him around so that he rested against Jack's chest, his secured hands useless behind him, brushing against Jack's waistband.

Ianto closed his eyes and relaxed back against Jack before he realised it wasn't that simple. He opened his eyes and found Andy staring at him. Why the hesitation? And then he knew. After all of Andy's amused confidence, it came as a surprise to realise he was actually inexperienced. Ianto shook his head a little and just managed to stop himself saying no. He may be handcuffed, but that didn't mean he was going to get away without participating. He wanted to believe he was doing it for Jack's pleasure, but something about it caught at his mind, and he found himself smiling slightly as he leaned forward deliberately slow, giving Andy time to back away if he wanted. He didn't back away.

It was the strangest mixture of control and helplessness for a few seconds as he brushed his lips against Andy's, feeling the blond man's hesitance because he didn't respond so strongly, and Ianto began to enjoy it, closing his eyes as Andy very slowly kissed him back. The urge to hold Andy to him was so strong he felt the muscles in his arms and shoulders contract automatically. Jack's warm hands suddenly held his upper arms and squeezed his muscles slightly in appreciation, reminding him he was a prisoner, and that made him gasp.

“Good,” Jack commented in a low voice as Andy finally got with the idea and responded to his kiss with a bit more passion and lust. Andy's hands came up to frame his face, holding him still when he might have moved. It wasn't fair. They were both pressed against him, and they were still clothed against his bare skin. It made him feel like his own desire was a couple of steps in front of theirs, and though he was restrained, he could never be passive in their arms.

Jack kissed the back of his shoulder, and a shiver ran through his body, making him fidget restlessly. Andy pulled back, and Ianto chased his lips blindly, asking for more. He was delighted when he got it. And then it stopped again. Andy looked at him, and then one of his hands moved. Ianto watched breathlessly, eyelids lowered as that hand moved down his body and the touch was so tentative he found himself pressing into it, almost demanding.

By the time Andy's hand reached the waistband of his trousers, he heard the steel jangle as he made an involuntary movement to get free. He wanted to make Andy touch him, to make him hard, wanted to show Andy what he liked. He made an unconscious sound in his throat as he felt a gentle and awkward brush of fingertips, watched it happening, and his body responded for him, reaching out for the hand that teased.

It was a strange kind of torment, desperately wanting more of a definite touch, too afraid to say in case it was withdrawn in insecurity. Andy's other hand was still curled around the back of his neck, and a thumb brushed over the pulse in his neck, drawing his gaze back up so that he looked into Andy's eyes, aware of everything that was happening. And then it was suddenly fantastic.

Ianto drew in a sharp breath as he tried to rock forward, staring at Andy for another second before he looked down and saw Jack's hand covering Andy's, making the touch into a firm caress. He could feel Andy's fingers curled around him, moving up and squeezing slightly. It was all teasing. He could hear it in Jack's chuckle as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against Jack's shoulder.

“Shall we get more comfortable?” Jack suggested, and he must be talking to Andy, only after a moment or two, Jack jerked his shoulder to dislodge him. “Ianto?” They were still touching him. Ianto tried to concentrate, and imagined how it might feel if he was naked.

“More...” he said at last, trying to agree, and this time Andy laughed. Still, it earned him a kiss from Jack. Hot, long and leisurely enough to make him forget everything except what had to happen next. Their hands left him, and Ianto moaned into the kiss as it ended. He had the distinct impression that Jack had been trying to taste something of Andy in it.

“We're going to need some things,” Jack said then, and Ianto watched him bound away enthusiastically up the stairs to the office. He sighed and sat back, hands still handcuffed behind him. Beside him, Andy was sat still and silent. Eventually, Ianto looked at him.

“Are you all right with this?” Andy asked, and Ianto laughed a little.

“It's what Jack seems to want,” he said carefully, holding back explicit permission for the moment until Andy came up with a proper question. Between them they'd proved he was 'all right' with it. He resisted the urge to kiss Andy again and make the question go away. That wouldn't be any kind of answer.

“What do you want?” Andy asked, and that still wasn't quite the right question. He drew in a deep shuddering breath and Andy reached out to touch him again. Again, almost nervous, experimenting. His fingertips brushed over Ianto's chest, pausing to examine the hair, and then down further again. Ianto saw his stomach contract as Andy's fingers dragged over his skin. It was a delicious kind of tickle before he drew in a breath at the tingly contact of a hand on his hardness, even through the material of his trousers. He turned his head to watch Andy's reaction, and saw desire there as the blond looked up as well. They smiled at each other.

“It's all right,” Ianto said, and Andy nodded. A flash of understanding passed between them, and Andy leaned close, one hand on Ianto's leg, clear in what he wanted, and there wasn't any way Ianto could regret giving him that answer. They kissed once more, and this time all the urgency and desire that Andy had held back before was present within it. Again, Ianto heard the steel of the handcuffs in his need to hold Andy close to him, and to touch him in turn. It was such a welcome intimacy, and he tasted new. Felt new. Different to Jack, but still wonderful, and Ianto lost himself in it, only realising Jack had returned when Andy drew away to reveal him stood there before the settee.

He'd said they needed some things, and Ianto knew what they were. But Jack had been for something else as well, and Ianto sighed when he saw Jack holding up a paper clip.

“No, Jack. I can't do it,” he protested, already tired of trying, but knowing he was desperate to get his hands on that paper clip. It was the chance of freedom from the handcuffs. Because it was possible. He'd seen Jack do it any number of times.

“You know what I’ve said about practice,” Jack said authoritatively.

“It’s better than theory?” Ianto hazarded with just a little sarcasm, and beside him Andy sniggered. It was like having an ally, and Ianto let himself smile a little bit as he looked up at Jack who was undoing his shirt, still holding the paper clip.

“The other thing I said.” Jack frowned as he shouldered off the braces and got rid of the shirt, sitting back down on the settee at the other side of Ianto. Beside him, Andy began to get undressed too, and Ianto sneaked a look before Jack cleared his throat, waiting.

“Yes,” Ianto replied at last, looking back at him defiantly. “You said it’s just an excuse people use to do something over and over again.” Actually, what Jack had said about practice with the paper clip was: It's just an excuse for me to handcuff you over and over again.

“Not quite,” Jack remarked with a smirk. “I said that –”

“Don't correct me,” Ianto declared suddenly, breaking in over Jack, and they both looked at him. Ianto thought about what he'd said for a moment as he sat there, handcuffed, between his boss and a policeman. Something wasn't quite right.

“No,” Andy said at last to Jack, taking off his own shirt. “Maybe you should let me correct him instead.”

Jack huffed. “I'm a Captain,” he pointed out, emphasising his words with the hand that held the paper clip. Ianto followed the paper clip with his eyes, twisting his hands in the cuffs. The hand strayed close to his mouth and he licked his lips. There was only one way he was going to get hold of it.

“Can I...?” he said quietly to Jack, leaning closer to Jack's hand, and they both ignored him.

“My rank means something outside of the military,” Andy returned, folding his arms with a decisive nod. Ianto was almost there, leaning down to where Jack's hand rested on his lap, and then he moved it again.

“Just, let me...” Ianto said, following Jack's hand up until he realised Jack was doing it on purpose. He glared, but Jack wasn't looking at him.

“You're one step up from a civilian,” Jack said back at Andy, and Ianto thought the argument was ridiculous.

“Hey!” he shouted, and they both stopped staring at each other long enough to look at him. “Just stop it! No one is going to correct me.” Jack looked away first, sharing an amused glance with Andy, the paper clip held way up out of Ianto's reach.

“What are you thinking?” Andy asked Jack, his voice curious, proving the argument hadn't been serious at all.

“Lean back,” Jack suggested with a quirk of an eyebrow. Oh-oh. Ianto didn't like the sound of that. He shifted uncomfortably as he watched Andy comply, reclining back against the edge of the settee. “Watch.” And then he tossed the paper clip at Andy. It landed on his belt buckle. Ianto switched to glare at Jack for a second, and Jack smirked at him. When he looked back at the paper clip, he saw it was balanced precariously on the belt. Any second now it would fall and be resting in a much more intimate place. He spared an instant to warn Andy with a look before he went for it.

His lips touched the belt buckle, and it had already fallen. He could feel it underneath his chin. Andy drew in a breath in shock. “He'll do anything for a paper clip,” Jack said behind him conversationally, so smug that Ianto rolled his eyes as he went after the paper clip, actually blushing. “He's an administrator.”

It couldn't have taken longer than a few seconds to manipulate the paper clip with his tongue so that he could pick it up in his lips, but it felt like forever, and Andy twitched beneath his lips through the trousers. Ianto sat back at last, the prize held in his teeth. He glanced down at it, and then took it into his mouth to speak, glaring at Jack again.

“I don't know why I get pink,” he said resentfully, referring to colour of the metal. “And you know I can't get it to work.” He still wasn't quite over what Jack had said to embarrass him, and while Jack was quiet he was going to point it out. “And can you stop talking about me as though I'm not here?”

“Blue is my colour,” Jack reminded him, still annoyingly smug, “and anyway we don't have any blue ones left.”

“Really?” Ianto said instantly in surprise, startled into stepping out of his accepted role. He hadn't realised that he'd handcuffed Jack that often. “No?” he asked, and Jack shook his head. “I'll order some,” Ianto noted, praying he'd remember when this was over.

“Ianto, practice makes perfect,” Jack declared, returning to the conversation. “I suggest you make it work if you want a bit of resolution.” Oh, no! Ianto nodded, and began to wonder how he was going to get the paper clip from his mouth to his hands where they were behind him. It wasn't as if he could reach up to get it. He looked at Jack helplessly. “You've also got about two hours to get free before Toshiko comes in.” His heart thudded in his chest. Only two hours? Then he thought of what Jack had said about resolution. How would he get through two whole hours?

“You haven't forgiven me at all, have you?” Ianto asked, trying his very best to look forgivable as Jack watched him. Jack's grin turned into a little laugh.

“Not quite,” he said, “but carry on like that and we'll get there in the end.”

Jack came closer, and there was something he intended to do. Ianto saw what it was and shook his head in silence. Jack only smiled slightly.

“Mm-mm,” Ianto said, keeping his lips pressed closed as Jack began to kiss him. He'd been tricked like this before, and he had no intention of letting his prize go. Absolutely not. Not even when Jack was gentle like that, and not even when his fingertips stroked the side of Ianto's face, making him want to voice his pleasure. He made a humming noise again, determined to win.

Jack carried on, being gentle, coaxing. It was gorgeous. He felt Jack tracing the shape of his ear with a finger before touching on his pulse. His other hand moved to Ianto's chin in a familiar way and it was irresistible. Ianto opened his mouth to the kiss knowing what he was going to lose by it but Jack made it so that he couldn't care.

He couldn't possibly describe it to anyone – what it was like, kissing Jack Harkness. There were sensations; firm pressure that morphed into sweet invasion, and just a little hint of suction that made him think of other things, but it wasn't just that. Jack's taste was unlike anything else. His kiss was never unwelcome, and that was how he won.

When Jack drew away, Ianto kept his eyes closed for a second and breathed in deeply, licking his lips. A wet, sucking sound came from Jack and his eyes flew open just as Jack took the paper clip from his mouth with a victorious grin. “That's mine!” Ianto accused, feeling more than cheated. Jack shrugged.

“Now it's mine again.” Ianto didn't accept it, and he narrowed his eyes, truly annoyed for the first time. Jack suddenly looked shrewd. “Shall I show him what else you'll do to get this back?”

Several things ran through Ianto's mind, each more intimate than the last, and he saw himself doing them, because resistance really was useless. “No,” he said, almost begging, his anger forgotten. “Please.”

Jack smiled and then threw the paper clip onto the floor before the settee, which he'd thoughtfully spread the duvet out over before interrupting the kiss with Andy. Ianto watched, partly glad that Jack had mercy on him, partly annoyed at what he was about to do. He gifted Jack with one last glare before he dived for the paper clip, turning at the last moment, feeling around on the duvet behind him with his hands frantically as he stared towards the settee at them both from a reclined position.

Jack followed him a split second later, and Ianto tried harder to get the paper clip, unable to find it with his fingers. He raised himself a little and tried to look over his shoulder. Jack was on his knees, and he leaned over Ianto, resting his chin on Ianto's shoulder to peer behind him too. “Down a bit,” Jack suggested with a devilish grin.

Swallowing a sigh, Ianto lay back and tried to shuffle down the duvet as Jack settled on top of him, aware that he was rubbing himself against Jack because he could feel the beginnings of Jack's arousal as he jerked around on the duvet, still searching for it. They rocked against each other for a few moments before his fingertips touched against the metal. He was definitely rolling around on the floor with the boss. Ianto let his head fall back and laughed at the thought of it as Jack kissed his neck then rolled over to lay beside him. It was always fun, no matter what Jack did.

“Are you joining us?” Jack asked, throwing his comment to the settee, and soon Andy was with them on the duvet. Ianto concentrated on unfolding the paper clip so that he could use it on the handcuffs. It was more difficult than it seemed when you couldn't see what you were doing. Ianto looked at the ceiling as he concentrated, trying to get a little hook on the end of the metal, and then Jack and Andy kissed right in front of him.

He was still between them, so they were sat up, leaning over him to do it. Their hands reached out for each other, and the kiss was so deep that Ianto forgot about everything else. He'd seen other people kiss Jack. It'd never made him breathe faster the way this did, never made him aware of his heartbeat or made him feel restless. This did all that and more. When they drew apart they both glanced down at him. He had to get free! Ianto took a second to thank fate because the forgotten paper clip was still in his hand. Now all he needed was to remember what he was supposed to be doing with it.


To be continued...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you had as much fun as I did writing it. :)