The Hunt

Chapter Nine

There was a hook on the wall by the side of the door, and Ianto very deliberately put the keys onto it after ushering Jack and Andy inside and locking the door behind them, leaving Jack to see to the lights. Not that Jack needed much ushering – or Andy for that matter – but he wouldn’t be distracted until that little thing was done. It was important. There’d only needed to be one morning of being trapped inside for an hour looking for the keys while he tried to keep Jack from breaking the door down to convince him.

He turned, hand in his jacket pocket for his tie since he hadn’t put it back on, but he didn’t really expect to get the chance to hang it up anywhere. By unspoken arrangement, Jack had grown used to the key ritual, but anything else was just going to be a bonus.

Andy was looking around him, walking out into the brightened main space of the room. That is all it was really – a large room, but there was a counter in the kitchen area and he’d left visual cues to separate the living and sleeping areas. A small bathroom was off in a room by itself opposite the “kitchen,” and there was a short, narrow hallway between them that led to his front door.

Jack was watching Andy too, and Ianto followed them both as they went from the hallway and into the main living area, smiling slightly. He didn’t feel pushed into this at all. It was all just so easy, so natural, and he wanted it all. He caught Jack’s eye, and the unreadable expression there. His lips lifted a little further and to his surprise, Jack didn’t smile back but looked away from him suddenly, shrugging off the coat with his usual flair and Ianto took it from him without even thinking about it.

He hung up the coat along with his own jacket. Andy didn’t have a coat, having driven to the Hub earlier in the car, and then watched him looking around. He was paying particular attention to the ceiling corners as though looking for cobwebs while Jack drew the curtains.

“Where’s the camera, then?” Andy asked them expectantly. Ianto and Jack looked at each other.

“There isn’t one,” Ianto told him, still trading glances with Jack for a second before looking back at Andy, who nodded slowly at him as if he didn’t believe a word of it.

“There really isn’t,” Jack put in seriously. “He made me take it out.” Andy raised an eyebrow at Jack, and then looked to Ianto with some consideration. Jack caught that Andy’s attention had drifted from him, but didn’t seem to mind, and simply carried on the conversation.

“I mean, did you know there’s a law against spying on your employees?” Jack asked in outraged astonishment.

“Right,” Andy said slowly, talking to Jack with a hint of a smile for Ianto. He rolled his eyes a little, then looked back at Jack. “You’re telling me about the law.” He stared, and Jack grinned, took in a quick breath, but Ianto beat him to it.

“You really didn’t think that through, did you?” Ianto asked Jack in amusement, and earned himself a look of mock betrayal. Ianto laughed as he turned away, still wanting to hang the tie up somewhere. He managed it – just – before Jack came up behind him, pulling him away from the mundane and ordinary yet again, hands reaching around to the top button of his shirt.

His gaze focused on Jack’s fingers, undoing the button, and a second pair of hands came from in front of him to start on the next button down. Ianto looked up and ahead, straight into Andy’s eyes. They all knew what they were here for. There was something liberating in it – in Jack’s easy acceptance of it – but Ianto couldn’t quite think as clearly as he wanted to when Jack and Andy were working together so efficiently.

It was so fast! He looked down again, watching them both at work on his shirt, a perfect partnership, and his chest rose and fell faster with his breathing as Jack nudged it from his shoulders. They hadn’t undone the cuffs, and Jack pulled his shirt down, trapping his arms behind him at the wrists, and he couldn’t find it in him to protest, because he was beginning to realise they’d planned for him to be in the middle again. They were giving him exactly what he wanted.

Andy’s warm palms were skimming over his stomach and chest now, taking in the front of his shoulders while Ianto’s breathing got faster and faster, loud between the two of them, and what he breathed in mostly was essence of Jack – that scent of something sexual and masculine. It made him want them both. He wasn’t expecting Andy to kiss him, so he jumped between them when it came so suddenly, and Jack grinned against his ear, angling his own head down to brush his lips over the back of Ianto’s neck. Ianto kissed Andy back, Jack’s hands on his hips, Andy’s hands on his shoulders as if they were arguing over him, and all he could think was that he was sorry he’d forced Jack to remove the camera, because he could have asked to keep this.

When Andy pulled back, Ianto began to struggle to get the cuffs of the shirt from his wrists while his fingertips brushed against the front of Jack’s trousers. He wanted to smile, because it was perfect, but kept himself in check. “So, there’s no one watching the three of us,” Andy stated as if he’d been thinking precisely the same kinds of thoughts.

“No.” It hadn’t been a question, but Jack replied to it anyway, and Ianto could feel the change in him when his voice turned devious. “But if there was…” He smiled, and Ianto felt it as Jack’s lips were currently on his throat. It made something in Andy’s eyes quicken, and Ianto began to breathe faster again.

“If there was, someone watching us,” Andy said quietly, getting with the unspoken fantasy so quickly, his eyes on Ianto. One of his hands dropped to curl around Ianto’s ribs, right under his arm, thumb brushing over his nipple so that Ianto lowered his eyes to watch. The pad of Andy’s thumb shouldn’t feel so rough – but it did. He could almost feel the ridges of his thumbprint catching against the sensitive nub, and it made him want to close his eyes. He fought to keep them open. He only half-won that fight if the way Andy smiled at his reaction was anything to go by.

“What do you think they’d like to see?” Jack murmured wickedly, and Ianto waited for Andy’s answer as if it would be the answer to everything. Andy thought about it for a few seconds, eyes straying down to where his thumb kept grazing over that same nipple and Ianto’s body was paying close attention, the pleasure moving down rather than to his brain, making him bite his lip.

“Well,” Andy said softly, in consideration, and then leaned down into a half-crouch, so that his lips were on the same level as his hand. Ianto watched himself breathing, the eager rise and fall of his chest as his nipple was fractionally nearer to Andy’s lips, then drawing away, hearing it, seeing it in slow motion as Andy’s tongue came out to touch him there. Oh, God, yes! He thought he might have struggled.

The anticipation was extraordinary. Andy’s tongue was a deeper pink than his lips, and shiny wet in the light. Ianto had to fight to keep in the moan when he felt Andy’s tongue flick over his nipple. It was wet, and hot, and then Andy rather wickedly breathed on him before kissing him there.

Andy looked up at him from that position for a second, as if hesitant. He was almost fooled, but then Andy’s lips parted, and his tongue actually flickered, making Ianto gasp and he finally closed his eyes fully as he leaned back against Jack. Only the loss of watching made him open them again, and now Andy was sucking at that one nipple – the other beginning to ache for the same kind of treatment, and he couldn’t form words.

He didn’t understand for a moment when he saw a hand in Andy’s hair, fingering the blond curls slightly. He believed it must be his own, but then realised his hands were trapped, wrists bound behind him in the soft material of his own shirt. It was Jack, encouraging Andy to carry on tormenting him, and his body burned suddenly at the idea of it, at the spectacle it must make. If someone was watching… His fingers were fluttering uselessly against Jack, and now he was getting aroused too. Ianto began to consciously encourage it – feeling slightly satisfied when Jack drew in a breath out of time. It was unfair for them to get him all hot between them when they were both still fully dressed.

Andy stood up then, Jack’s hand falling to rest on his shoulder, and after a heated look, it didn’t take long for Jack to free him, ending the impasse. He found himself fascinated by Andy as they all got rid of their clothes. There wasn’t any playing here. They undressed for a purpose, and by the time they had done a trail of clothes led to the bed where they ended up and Ianto found himself trying to piece together all he knew of Andy so far, trying to make it all fit.

That integrity. His sense of humour, and his dry cynicism. His patience, quiet confidence and the clever questioning. It was all adding up to something wonderful. To someone Ianto wanted to have, to know, to be close to.

But now they had the bed, and this was a time for finding out other things; like the way he breathed when Ianto followed the freckles in a series of kisses from his shoulders and down his back, pausing to bestow a kiss upon each one. How he nearly laughed when Ianto kissed his hand, and then turned serious when he moved his lips up to the inside of his elbow and his bicep. The way he almost moaned when Ianto spent the better part of ten minutes just stroking the backs of his legs with his fingertips.

In truth, Ianto set out to seduce him completely. To make Andy his totally, and Jack seemed happy to help him in that endeavour, dividing his attention between Andy and Ianto but never taking the spotlight, letting them perform for the fantasy observer, reminding them of it occasionally. Ianto took his time – took all the time he could without slowing to a stop, so slow it was almost making love, wanting it to be more than some kind of quick encounter. He wanted it to be something that would last. As if someone was watching, he did everything so that they wouldn’t forget, because then neither would Andy…

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Jack watched them for the most part. Well – for the most part he watched Ianto. Something was happening before his eyes. Something he’d seen the potential for the night before, and while he was happy for them to go ahead, he had some inkling about what might happen. Not reservations. He wasn’t that kind of guy. But inklings he could do.

Several times he shared searching looks with Andy, but he didn’t have the heart to make it more casual and to interrupt Ianto, and even if he did – what would it achieve? Neither of them would understand and he’d end up as the enemy. How had he fallen into this situation? How had any of them? There was a point beyond which people couldn’t be controlled – at least not when you loved them the way he loved Ianto. And he couldn’t regret that, whatever else he might come to regret.

The temptation itself might be enough to make him participate, but it was more than that. He shouldn’t leave them alone… he shouldn’t leave Ianto alone – not in the end. And so he couldn’t leave them alone now. Not that participation was any kind of sacrifice on his part really…

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Andy knew it was some kind of seduction that was taking place. Knew it and didn’t do anything except encourage it. He wanted to give something of himself to this. To Ianto.

For so long he’d been passed over, ignored – even by Gwen when she’d encountered him while with Torchwood. And then Ianto… Ianto had listened to him, hadn’t looked through him, not even in the club. Respect bred respect, and Andy had found himself captivated by Torchwood’s Ianto Jones. He hadn’t expected Ianto to go for the idea of the list at all. And whatever his desires for involvement or for Ianto, the motive for the list was a real one. It was important to him, but he’d mentioned it expecting to be refused. Those names, and the truth of what happened to them. And instead Ianto had agreed to it, getting him involved too. It was more than surprising.

Contrary to what Ianto might think, Andy did have some clue of what he might have risked to buy into it, and there was a moment where Ianto was leaning over him, and he was sure – suddenly – that Ianto could have anything he wanted. He’d give Ianto anything.

From that first moment, seeing him in the club, shirt dirty with red blood and a gleam of dangerous excitement in his eyes, through the words they’d shared there and later on. There was something he recognised in Ianto – they understood each other – and he didn’t want to let that slip through his fingers.

And then there was the infamous Captain Jack Harkness. Andy was sure that he wasn’t high on Jack’s list of priorities. In fact, he kind of got the impression that he could be anyone. With Ianto it was different, and he sensed the difference, wanted to explore it. Why was it even there?

The previous night had been so strange. Jack had made it irresistible. Taking the teasing banter one step further, a step that Andy would never have taken on his own without encouragement, and he still couldn’t quite believe he’d done it, except…

The lust between them in the Hub earlier had been devastating and real, and it hadn’t been anything to do with Jack. It had been all theirs – all that passion, all that life. Ianto had almost seemed to need him, and he’d wanted it too, just as much if not more.

Was it possible to be seduced into Torchwood when he wanted it so much anyway? Andy suspected it was entirely possible, if Ianto carried on like this. And Jack… well, he had no doubt that Jack could seduce a stone statue. It was probably something to do with his after-shave. He took a deep breath of it, and got a little further carried away.

It had been lingering and sensual so far, and Andy had gone where the two of them led him easily. Almost too easily, and he was so certain he knew what was going to happen that when it finally came to that moment, and he found himself laid on the bed behind Ianto, one hand on his hip while he and Jack kissed, it completely escaped him what it meant.

He knew of course, knew that Jack had been through the same kind of preparation with Ianto as the night before, because he’d watched, but Jack hadn’t taken him yet. In his eagerness to be close, he pressed against Ianto, wanting the heat and the sweat, and felt his arousal slide into the cleft between his cheeks, a bit of lubricant there making it slippery. Andy gasped at the sensation, moving his hand up to Ianto’s waist in startled pleasure.

He watched the messy kiss between Ianto and Jack, drew in a sharp breath when Ianto just kind of wriggled against his body, making a noise into Jack’s mouth and dragging Andy’s hand back down to his hip.

Of course, it didn’t take Andy long to get it, and yet he hesitated, his eyes on where Ianto held his hand – and then he looked up. They were still kissing, but Jack’s eyes were open, dark blue and watching him expectantly.

“Oh, God!” Andy said pointlessly, shocked at what this was. He’d expected to be the one – had been ready to do it, but now it seemed Ianto had something else in mind all along. As had Jack. Ianto pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back, breathing heavy, lips curling back so that Andy could see his teeth. He moved again, demanding this time, making Andy lose control for a second. His hands moved to hold Ianto still, to gain some clarity, and he felt hot skin and muscle beneath his fingers.

“Fuck me,” Ianto ordered, his voice deep and somehow breathy at the same time. Andy closed his eyes for a split second. There was no mistaking this, and yet…

“I haven’t,” he began haltingly, and Ianto actually shook his head, cutting him off.

“You can’t hurt me. You won’t. Just do it.” His sentences were short, but they were certain and they conveyed all the need from earlier. Andy swallowed, feeling his own breathing intensify as he considered it, feeling the return of that intensity. Breathe – feel for me – live. Jack pulled Ianto’s leg up to rest over his own hip, and nodded at the bedside table. Right. Andy understood that when he looked. He reached back quickly and got one of the little foil squares, tearing it open and throwing the empty packet to the side as he willed his hand to stay steady.

He smoothed the thin slippery rubber over himself, rolling it down as Ianto lay exposed and ready before him. He knew what to do, and he just couldn’t seem to stop himself. Even his nervous fear of the first time couldn’t keep him from doing what Ianto wanted when he begged. He said please, as if he had to, and Andy pressed into him deliberately. He made a noise in his throat as he felt Ianto’s body surrounding him, able to look away after so far, and found himself staring at Jack as he let his body take over a bit, doing what came naturally.

He groaned as he felt it happen between them, Ianto encouraging him with movement and grasping at his hand to hold it, clasping their fingers together, some of the lubricant from the condom remaining to make it so that they had to hold each other’s hand tighter. “Is this,” Andy began, then couldn’t continue to speak, because his body was on an inward motion, and it felt so, so good!

“It’s what I want,” Ianto said on an outward breath, and he’d never sounded so masculine as when his voice was rough with pleasure. It was just easy enough to be like paradise. He looked at Jack again, wondering even in the midst of it all. How could he allow it? How could he allow someone else to take his lover? Jack only smiled and one hand caressed Ianto’s flushed face. Ianto’s eyes were closed and he grunted every time Andy thrust inside of him, almost as if it hurt.

“Guess what I want,” Jack said to Ianto, something wicked in his tone that Ianto apparently understood, because his eyes opened halfway as he moaned. Andy only understood when Jack suddenly moved to lay with his face between Ianto’s legs. He could see it from where he was, could see Jack’s lips taking Ianto into his mouth, and he saw his own movement there, forcing Jack to take more, getting a kind of shuddering moan from Ianto that Andy could actually feel.

He slowed down, making it last as he watched what Jack was doing, so aware of the delicious whispers that were being torn from Ianto’s throat that he let go of Ianto’s hand. He reached up to torment the same nipple as earlier between his thumb and forefinger to see if he could win more of them. And when he did, he kissed the back of Ianto’s neck.

The beginnings of his own release were close when he felt Ianto’s body clench around him as he spilled into Jack’s mouth. There was a minute, maybe two, where he carried on while Ianto whimpered and then let go with a groan of desire. Anything he wanted. He’d do anything Ianto wanted.

When it was over, he pulled out, disposing of the condom as Ianto turned to face him. Andy was sure there was something deeper to this than some kind of casual encounter. Ianto looked at him meaningfully then closed his eyes as Jack took his pleasure. Andy watched, watched Jack – and then saw something in his eyes. Andy drew in a breath.

“Where’s the camera, then?” he asked with a tilt of his head, and Jack looked slightly put out. Ianto opened his eyes and stretched a little in Jack’s grip, making the blue-eyed Captain Harkness forget to glare for a second. Their eyes met, and Ianto’s lips twiched. It was almost a smile.

“He’s been hiding it from me over there just above the curtains,” Ianto said, nodding at them, and Andy laughed.