The Hunt

Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones or PC Andy Davidson. They belong to Russell T Davies, their wonderful writers, the BBC and also to John Barrowman, Gareth David-Lloyd and Tom Price for being beautiful, awesome and good at acting. Please don’t sue me. I make no money from this. I’m just borrowing the characters, and I promise they’ll be clean when I give them back. Andy has brought along this brilliant crowd control water cannon thing and lots of enthusiasm (though I do envisage Jack jumping in front of Ianto protectively a lot).

Author's Note:

Thank you to Zera for the wonderful review... here is some more. I hope you enjoy it.


Chapter Six

Andy and Jack were working on getting carried away with each other as his desperate fingers fiddled with the thin sliver of metal. All three of them were shirtless, and Ianto couldn’t help but drink in the sight of them before him. Jack’s braces were draped over his upper thighs, and as always it made him seem younger somehow. In contrast, Andy didn’t seem as boyish now that his uniform shirt was gone, not with that light dusting of blond hair on his chest. Strange, the differences between them.

He was still watching when the kiss ended. Jack seemed extremely satisfied with himself, while Andy had his eyes closed, and his breathing was a just little faster than before. Andy licked his lips, not opening his eyes.

“Wow…” Andy said, and Jack chuckled confidently, one hand still lightly cradling Andy’s face before letting him go. “Yeah…” He sounded like he wanted more, and Ianto wasn’t entirely shocked. He knew that feeling rather well himself, from every single time with Jack. Yet surprisingly, when Andy opened his eyes, he immediately turned to look at Ianto.

“Always like that, is he?” It brought to mind the club, and the way Andy had asked the question then. Ianto laughed.

“Honestly, you should have put the handcuffs on him,” he advised, only half-joking, aware in the periphery of his vision of Jack, who was obviously somewhat put out that Andy’s attention had drifted away from him so easily. But this moment was between them, and something about seeing Jack kiss him had made Ianto want Andy more than ever.

“Yeah?” Andy tilted his head in the most adorable way, intrigued, then turned his gaze back to Jack as if considering it. Jack frowned, and Andy gave Ianto a sidelong glance. “Is he about to try and threaten a police officer?”

“Yep,” Ianto said with a nod, a little annoyed because the paper clip thing really wasn’t working out for him at all, when all he wanted to do was pull Andy down onto the duvet with him. “He’s really easy.” Jack looked at him then, and Ianto gulped, fingers stilled as he realised he’d just more or less said that Jack was predictable. Oops.

“And he doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble,” Jack said meaningfully. Andy looked between the two of them and quickly stepped into the role of mediator.

“Would it help if I cautioned him?” Andy asked in dry amusement, and Jack suddenly smirked at Ianto’s betrayed expression. “I mean, we do plan to hold him here, don’t we?” Hearing Andy say that conjured up a wonderfully warm fleeting image of the three of them, holding each other when all of this was done, and he just had to have said it on purpose. One glance and Ianto knew he was right, because Andy actually tried to look innocent. Maybe he could have carried it off if he was still wearing the white uniform shirt, but not now.

“Really, I don’t know!” Jack said in mock exasperation, waving a generous hand in Ianto’s general direction. “Give it a go!” When Andy didn’t move, Jack grasped his hand and led him to rest his palm on Ianto’s chest. Ianto took a deep breath in, not sure which of them he wanted to look at the most. Andy’s eyes were still a deeper blue after the kiss he’d shared with Jack. Actually, he was looking less and less boyish all the time. Since Jack’s palm covered his, Ianto felt the touch as a heavy restraint, and his breathing made that impression all the more real to him.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Andy said to him at last, more confident than before, no longer needing Ianto’s reassurance now that Jack was more or less inviting him to touch, his voice deep and purposeful as Jack dragged their hands downwards together. Ianto swallowed. There wasn’t anything he could think of that he wanted to say. In a more reserved part of his mind, he understood perfectly that Jack was using him to seduce Andy – and that he really, really liked it. He gasped a little when Andy’s fingertips hit the part where his bare skin ended. As if Jack had told him to, Andy started to undo the belt with that one hand, staring at Ianto all the while.

Andy lowered himself to the duvet and rested his chin on his free arm, looking into Ianto’s eyes for a moment before dipping his head to take another kiss. Ianto kissed him back with a smile, all the while aware of Jack who had moved down to his feet and was currently removing his shoes. Somehow, feeling Jack loosening the laces made him more aware of being restrained, and he began to work with the paperclip again, wishing it would do what it was supposed to do.

Andy pulled back slightly, their lips were still touching. “But,” Andy whispered, seeming to consider. “It may harm your defence,” he advised softly, the shape of the words tickling against Ianto’s lips, tone so intimate that Ianto didn’t even recognise the phrase in all of the excitement. His mind latched onto the opposing ideas of harm and defence as though it was erotic threat and suggestion all at once, and he struggled in the cuffs just to relish his own helplessness. Andy pulled further away, and the belt suddenly tightened for a second before Andy undid it, and then began on the buttons.

“If you don’t mention,” he continued, and Ianto just watched him speak, utterly captivated, wondering how he could still be aware of Jack taking off his socks. He’d showered not too long ago, but his feet still felt sensitive when they were bare and he scrunched his toes. “When questioned,” Andy said, pausing again to look at him, and Ianto waited for the question breathlessly – whatever it was, it was going to be a yes. “Something which you later rely on in court.”

Ianto’s pulse suddenly quickened as he remembered Andy’s offer of the caution to Jack. His fingers began to fumble with the paperclip, and he closed his eyes to concentrate better, away from the sight of Andy looming over him. He wondered bizarrely if Andy was going to ask to be accompanied to the station, and sniggered. That stopped when he felt fingers sliding in between the open buttons and caressing him through his underwear. It was certainly arresting, Ianto had to admit that. Just those fingers, running up and down over him, pressing a little, and just like before his body reached out to the touch as though to betray him.

They were really going to do this. It occurred to Ianto perhaps for the first time just what was happening – and here he was handcuffed throughout it when all he wanted was to make Andy touch him properly. He grunted, dissatisfied with the teasing, and though he had arched his back to give his hands enough room to work, now he forgot that in favour of lifting his body into Andy’s touch, desperate for more of it.

Andy continued as if he hadn’t made a sound. “Anything you do say may be given in evidence against you.” Ianto was sure that phrase had never sounded so much like a sensual promise. He opened his eyes again, and something in his expression must have communicated his desire, because the blue of Andy’s eyes darkened in response to it.

“You’re going to use my own words against me?” Ianto rephrased it as a question, remembering how well Andy had done that so far, still longing for that touch to intensify, eyes flickering down as if to beg it of him. He knew Jack was watching them, and he swallowed as Andy’s hand closed around him, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow as he closed his eyes, feeling his lips drawing back from his teeth a little because this, right here, this was what he wanted more than anything else.

“Do you understand the caution as I have stated it?” Andy asked, ignoring Ianto’s own question, and Ianto couldn’t speak. Andy squeezed him just a little; just enough for that tingling pleasure to rush to his brain and his heart like a drug.

“Yes!” he managed, gasping, and he heard Jack laugh somewhere in his mind. “Yes…” Ianto wanted to lose himself in it, but made an unsatisfied groan when his reward for giving Andy the correct answer resulted in losing his touch. Ianto wished he had said no. Then again, Andy seemed to be intent on removing the rest of his clothes, and that was fine with him. He wriggled a little to help as he turned his attention with a little less finesse to the cuffs. He wasn’t even seriously trying anymore.

A couple of Jack’s “supplies” landed on the duvet beside him, and he lifted his head to see what Jack was doing, only to realise Jack had taken over the whole trouser thing while Andy got more… comfortable. Jack was already quite comfortable, and Ianto just stared at him. He could never get enough. How could there be a Jack, and there not be a God? Impossible! It was like the thing with the watch and the watchmaker all over again, although Ianto knew, in a way that most people didn’t – Jack Harkness was far better than any watch, even the ones with buttons.

“Are you free yet?” Jack asked with a raised eyebrow. Ianto sighed and tried to feel for that place with the end of the paperclip. Just then, Jack decided to run a hand up Ianto’s right shin, hot fingertips and warm palm moving up over his leg, stroking the hair in the wrong direction. Ianto swallowed suddenly in a rush of heated animal desire and lost the thread of his struggle with the cuffs as Andy looked on.

“Cheat,” he muttered quietly, half to himself, and Jack chuckled.

There was the lightest sensation on the soles of his feet, and Ianto cried out, raising his knees and putting his feet flat on the duvet to protect himself from Jack’s revenge for the comment. “Andy,” Jack said, turning his head to gaze at him as Ianto did. “I’ve just shown you one way you can make a grown man squeak.” He’d squeaked? Ianto frowned and shook his head as Jack took hold of one of his ankles, obviously fully intending to carry on with the tickling of his feet.

“No! No way!” he said, far louder than he had any need to, but he wasn’t going to allow it. “Stop it!” His heartbeat was racing now in a different way as he struggled violently, half-aware that Andy was holding him down while Jack got hold of his foot and… He tried to keep it in! He really tried while he thrashed his weight around, trying to get away from them. But after only a few seconds, Ianto began to laugh.

It couldn’t have lasted for longer than a minute. He laughed, and he fought, and in the middle of it all, Jack fired questions at him. “How many minutes is in one and three quarter hours?”

“One hundred and five,” he gasped out, giggling at the same time. “Stop!” God, he sounded like a telegram! Andy was laughing at him too, he just knew it.

“How many seconds?” Jack persisted, and Ianto was sure that he almost screamed at that bit. Anything to get Jack to leave his feet alone, and he provided the answer his brain came up with immediately. Anything to satisfy him.

“Six thousand,” Ianto said, and then dragged a breath into his lungs, still trying to get away even now. “Three hundred!” The laughter came back, carrying him with it until he was weak and boneless, and he tried to make a sound that was a scream and a growl at the same time. “Please!” he called out at last, begging for it to be over. And then it was.

“See,” Jack said to Andy as Ianto’s heart resumed a more normal rhythm, and Ianto wondered if they had been having some kind of conversation without him while he was struggling. It sounded that way. “He can even multitask.”

“Can’t you?” Jack asked him with a little smirk. Ianto thought he knew what Jack was trying to get him to say, and didn’t like it one bit. He sighed, resisting the humiliation, and then behind him, where he had been playing with the paperclip, there was a quiet and unobtrusive click. Ianto moved one hand experimentally, and then laughed again, staring up at Jack in utter, delighted victory.

“Yes!” And he was free. He brought his free hand up, to pull Jack down to him and then roll them over together. The cuffs still dangled from his other wrist, but he didn’t care about that. They kissed again, briefly, but Ianto’s exhilaration came from freedom. It couldn’t have been longer than twenty minutes, but it felt like he had been restrained for hours, and now he used his hands to touch as much of Jack as he could at once while Jack laughed beneath him.

Someone else pulled at his hand with the cuff still attached, and Ianto glanced around straight at Andy. Instantly, his attention was caught between the two of them. Andy won easily. Ianto allowed him to unlock the other handcuff in silence.

“You are released from custody,” he noted with just a hint of humour in his eyes. Ianto grinned as he rolled onto his back and reached out to draw Andy down to him.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, looking Andy up and down and wondering where he wanted to go first. “I think you’re still going to be able to detain me.” They lay beside each other and Jack got close behind him. Their combined body heat was beyond warm. It was slightly shocking and oh, so exciting. Naked skin against skin, and his mind began to paint pictures of some of the things they could get up to as he leaned his head back to better inhale Jack’s scent. Six thousand seconds, ticking away one after the other. It could never be enough.

“Well, yes,” Andy said quietly. “But I think we’re beyond the interview stage, now.”

Ianto knew he was smirking, enjoying the banter again. “Does that mean you aren’t going to ask me any questions?” he teased, completely merciless, wanting to see what Andy’s answer would be as much as he wanted the rest of it.

“Well, that depends,” Andy said clearly, and Ianto should have known he wasn’t going to win just by the way he began. “Is there going to be anything you won’t adequately explain with your mouth?” They were laid side-by-side now, and behind him, Jack laughed again quietly as Ianto just stared, surprised to be losing. Of course, as Andy had no doubt planned, he also instantly imagined some things he could do with his mouth.

“I might use my hands,” Ianto pointed out, still glad to be free of the handcuffs, running his fingertips up over Andy’s arms lightly. He had the most adorable pale freckles on his shoulders, and Ianto suddenly leaned in to brush his lips over Andy’s collarbone, somewhat satisfied when the other man stopped breathing for a second before continuing.

“I know body language,” Andy said then. “And I’m sure I can pick it up. After all, I’ve kind of got one myself.” Ianto laughed despite himself, allowing Andy to win this time as well. He thought they might be even. But he leaned back and turned his head a little until Jack looked at him instead of Andy.

“Do you want to help out at all?” he asked pointedly.

Jack just shrugged, one heavy hand on Ianto’s thigh. “No, why? I think he’s doing just great on his own.” Well, he had asked for it. Ianto rolled his eyes and turned his head back to face Andy. Jack must have taken it as some kind of opportunity because he felt lips on the back of his neck, just below his hairline. Oh, he knew there was something about Jack’s kisses – but knowing it didn’t stop him from closing his eyes as a long hot lazy shiver made its way down his spine.

For the first time, as that feeling translated itself into desire, it occurred to him that while Jack was easy, it had been so very easy for them to get Andy here as well. Yes, Jack was irresistible, and he knew that, but still… he opened his eyes and found Andy staring at him. His eyes lingered on Ianto’s lips before he came closer, initiating another kiss. He was different to Jack, not so overwhelming, and Ianto struggled towards some sense of what the difference really was.

As he enjoyed the closeness and played his part, Ianto found himself thinking back on what had happened between them since meeting outside the gents at that club. He remembered that first conversation, the kitchen and the covert interrogation, that touching flash of integrity and conscience that had made him do what he did to Jack, and now this. Andy wasn’t kissing him; they were kissing each other. That was the difference. The kiss between them was an extension of their conversation and their banter. Playful, teasing and neither of them could stop trying to win.

Actually, going on from that, if that was what the kissing was like after the banter, what would the sex be like? Ianto pressed closer to Andy in desire, wanting to know, wanting to have him. Andy was quirky, intelligent and as well as that there was something else, something he just couldn’t quantify. It occurred to him then that Andy was kissing him and not Jack, despite his reaction earlier, and it made him smile just a little, because he realised Andy wanted him in return. Again, he remembered realising earlier in the kitchen that he was Andy’s choice of company over Jack in the Conference room. He hoped this could carry on, and secretly he was kind of already jubilant, because he didn’t think it would be like Jack to suddenly put a stop to it. All they needed was time. So much more than six thousand seconds.

But it would have to count for now, and Ianto began to guide Andy in deeper, encouraging him to touch and experiment as he lost himself in the planes and contours of Andy’s body, delighting in every hiss of indrawn breath and the taste of his skin. So different to Jack, but wonderful and thrilling and new. Body language. He suspected Andy had training in it.

Jack seemed happy to leave them to it, spurred on by an agenda of his own, which had Ianto losing his place at times, because how could he concentrate his attention when Jack’s lips brushed up over his waist like that, making him feel each one of his ribs? And how could he remember what he was doing when Jack’s fingertips tickled against the back of his knees, making him laugh in memory of how Jack had tormented him earlier?

Of course, it didn’t escape him that while he was leading Andy, Jack was meanwhile making love to him. In fact, Jack lavished attention on every part of Ianto that he could reach, and it felt so good at times that he was sure he became lazily submissive, caught between the two of them while his body stretched and moved and turned the way they wanted it, the way they encouraged it between them.

They had too little time, and so, almost too soon Ianto found himself caressing Andy with his hand, trying to get him off and knowing it was working because he could see it in the darkness of his eyes, smell it in the clean sweat that covered them both, and taste it in his kisses which were so much more spontaneous and messy than before. And then Andy was doing the same thing to him, and it didn’t take anything further for Ianto to remember a game he’d once played with Jack in the sleeping space. If he imagined it he could still feel the cool whisper of breath on his face that had made him lose. Instantly he wondered if it was a game that could be played with three.

Everything Jack did behind him made him feel relaxed and treasured, while everything Andy did made him feel powerful and barely in control of the raging of his body and blood. “Any questions?” he asked, needing and receiving enough so that it was a harsher and less playful question than he originally intended. Behind him, Jack moved on to something else, and Ianto suddenly breathed in deeply, bucking forward into Andy’s hand automatically as Jack’s tongue circled around him, barely entering him, just playing for now.

Curious, Andy peered over his shoulder, and despite his own lust, he managed a rejoinder as witty as Ianto had come to expect. “Yeah,” he said with just this little quirk of a smile. “Are you all right?”

His left hand flailed around, desperately searching for something to hold onto, and found Andy’s upper arm, squeezing the muscle there as he adjusted to the sensations that were currently rocking him between them. “All right,” he said blankly, as if he had forgotten what it meant as Andy’s hand slowed right down, slowing him down with it so that he relaxed enough for Jack to push his leg up, making it easier.

They shouldn’t be able to team up against him this way. Everything that mattered to him was the way Andy’s hand gripped him, the way he moved it. That was what it was all about. Everything that he could feel was the way Jack’s tongue caressed him, still not entering him, just playing around the outside, and he was so sensitive there. “Jack,” he managed at last, breathless, torn between them.

“Hmm…?” Jack questioned from his current position, and Ianto felt the vibration of his voice. He gulped and made a mental note not to make Jack speak again. Or… maybe he should. He wasn’t sure anymore, but he was aware that Andy was now using his free hand to keep Ianto’s leg in the perfect position for Jack to… Oh, God! Ianto gave up on breathing for a few more of those six thousand seconds.

Andy peered over his shoulder again in obvious fascination, and Ianto felt vaguely alarmed. “Don’t!” he begged urgently. “Don’t ask him anything!” Jack must be evil, because he managed to make a sound that was like a laugh, and again Ianto felt it, this time actually inside him. Belatedly, he realised his right hand had fallen still and slack, but he couldn’t seem to get it to work at all.

“Jack,” he whispered eventually when Jack stopped. He couldn’t think of anything else as he heard the pop of the tube of lubricant that Jack had brought back with him along with the paperclip. He felt exposed and vulnerable, and just slightly cold because he was wet with saliva, and he shivered. The cold feeling didn’t last for long though, because soon Jack was using his fingers, teasing him into accepting them, and he held still as Jack’s other arm wound tight around him, forearm over his chest like a steel band. As invasive as it was, somehow it didn’t feel quite so shockingly intimate as Jack’s tongue had.

He closed his eyes, aware that Andy had stopped touching him as Jack’s lips dragged tantalisingly over the side of his neck and his shoulder. He struggled just a little then, feeling hot and useless, wanting Andy’s hand to touch him again, but Jack had him so that he couldn’t really move.

“Like you need handcuffs,” he murmured sarcastically, and Jack laughed softly into his ear, little warm puffs of breath that made him remember to breathe himself, if a little shakily.

“You know I never do,” he confided, exuding confidence the way he always did, and Ianto only just recognised it when the fingers changed to being something much hotter. Jack was so good at making it all seamless and fluid. He swallowed as Jack eased inside him, trying hard not to enjoy it so much. “They do seem to get you in the mood, though,” he pointed out, and Ianto struggled a little again, opening his eyes, only to stop fighting Jack’s embrace when he caught Andy’s eye.

There was a somewhat sharp movement behind him as Jack jerked his head back commandingly, and Andy moved up the duvet, letting go of his hold on Ianto’s leg and leaving it to Jack. Ianto watched, completely caught, as he realised what Jack was going to have him do. He really hoped Andy wasn’t going to make any smart comments while he was unable to reply. That wouldn’t be fair. Fortunately, when it came to that, as it turned out Andy didn’t appear to be able to say much of anything except – strangely – some kind of muttered musing on aliens in Cardiff. Obviously, he was trying not to think about it.

Those six thousand seconds must have dwindled to almost nothing by the time they had both done, and yet when someone could walk in at any second, well, that tended to be the exact time that Jack chose to focus on him. Jack had to threaten him with the handcuffs as he showed Andy some of what he could do with a clever tongue. Oh, he had a clever tongue, all right! Unfortunately, Ianto couldn’t comment on it when Jack kept taking his breath away like that. He learned that there were things he never wanted to hear Jack say. Things like: “This is how you make him beg,” and: “This is how you make him forget how to beg.”

They were going to be having words later.

Amazingly, Andy was changing shifts, and so he went straight back out to work again. Ianto hoped he would be all right with the lack of sleep, and there was an awkward moment where Jack had to allow Andy to leave without retconning him. Still, what they’d done seemed to inspire trust, because Jack eventually shook Andy’s hand as if they were old friends.

And then they were alone. There were going to be words, but they didn’t turn out to be his. As he turned away, fully dressed, gathering up the bedding he had brought for Jack from the sleeping space earlier, Jack sat down on the settee and stared at him, his eyes icy and hard.

“If you ever do that to me again,” he said, “I’ll do it to you.” There wasn’t any doubt what Jack meant. Ianto closed his eyes briefly and nodded. It was a serious threat. He could tell the difference in Jack between serious and teasing.

“Don’t make me,” Jack said then, and he was begging. Ianto opened his eyes to find such a wonderful look of love and pleading on Jack’s face that he would have promised anything all over again, even if it had involved the entirety of the South Wales Police Force.

“I won’t,” he said, sincere, and after a kiss to seal it they just barely managed to make the place presentable before Toshiko came in. There was the slightest scent of sex in the area with the settees, but Tosh didn’t seem to notice it, or if she did, she was intelligent enough not to mention it to either of them. Ianto rather thought it might be the latter, considering the way she thanked him for her coffee and then inhaled the steam that rose from it.


To be continued…

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it as much as they did. This story is going to be continued… I just wanted you to know that.