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Warnings: Still NSFW (that's not likely to change ~_^)
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Jack didn't know how he was back with Dirk, John, and full goblet of wine. Feeling settled and less on edge, he shrugged and drank deeply if only to keep up this almost fugue state he was in. The servant who had 'served' him was nowhere to be found, he shrugged again.
"Always good to take the edge off." Dirk was laughing, John was grinning and Jack took another sip. "You first timers are so fun to watch, forgive my saying."
"Oh D, be nice, he's always so wound up and proper, but we'll get him there." John promised with a laugh.
If Jack only cared, he'd throttle both of them. The room had more people, but it wasn't packed. He wished he hadn't opened his big mouth and Ianto was alone with him. At least this way no one else was touching what was his. He didn't like to share, at all.
~GLaSC~
She checked her dress for a third time and the black corset and knickers she wore under it. Rarely did she get to wear knickers, she felt over-dressed. Ianto hadn't changed at all, but they matched already. There were 4 other dancers, but as always, she and Ianto were the main attraction. The songs where old earth, 21st century, someone called Brittney, Neon Hitch and a band named Florence + the machine. She shrugged; she knew the songs, the choreography. She and Ianto looked hot together. That was all Dirk cared about.
The curtain opened and before she could think a song called 'Give Me More' stated to play and she was lost in the familiar moves and lyrics. Neon Hitch's: Bad Dog was her favorite. She got to tie up Ianto. Lead him around the stage and feel him against her skin. They would keep the bond open and revel in the closeness. The clients seemed to love it and Jack was no different.
They looked amazing together and he was more than turned on when they were pretty much fucking on stage. He wondered if they had done that before, they probably had. He let himself think about it, everyone else surely was as well. The rest of the 'concert' seemed to fade as his mind wandered and suddenly he wanted his room. He wanted Mikara and Ianto spread out on his bed. He'd watch for a while, but then he'd join in and give them the night of their lives.
Dirk had chuckled knowingly. Clapped him on the shoulder and left him in front of his rooms. 'Well here goes nothing', Jack laughed; draining his goblet and chucking it aside. He opened the doors, pushing them closed after he entered. There was wine next to the entrance and he took the new goblet gratefully. Slowly, he made his way to the bedroom and what he saw on the bed stopped him in his tracks.
~GLaSC~
After the concert they had retired to bungalow 4. Mikara shed the corset and knickers. She was trained to give and make a client think she was receiving a good time as well. A fair few had actually cared about her pleasure and she'd learned to fake it when she had too. The way John talked, she hoped this Jack would both care and give pleasure she didn't have to fake.
Ianto reached to help with the mask and she hissed, backing away from his gentle touch. "Mikara? What is it?" He asked softly. She didn't stop him when he held her to keep her in place. Ianto reached up and removed the mask, revealing the darkened bruise around her eye. "Tell me who did this, they will pay for it, by the Goddess they will suffer!" He seethed, his image changed and his wings unfurled, glowing with golden power.
"Ifan! Goddess bless, stop this now!" Mikara hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "Our client will arrive any moment!" She added, her wings unfurling and glowing not just gold, but silver and an almost diamond white as well. A silvery light glowed from her palm and she passed it over her eye. The bruises were gone and it seemed to calm him. Then she fell into his arms and he carried her to the bed.
"Ifan, I just need…but the…our client…"
"I know; he can punish me, if he is so inclined." Ianto replied as he laid her back, leaned his forehead on hers and kissed her softly. When they shared power, it was the most amazing and erotic feeling in the world. He was so lucky to be chosen as her guardian. The thought of another in his place still caused jealousy, but their bond was incomplete and her power was weak because of it. She needed another, another guardian to love her and at least accept him. It was the Nethran way, the Goddess demanded it and so it would be.
Till now a third guardian had never been found. The invasion and their exile had seen to that. Mikara had been forced into a life of incomplete power and weakness. Master John had said this Jack had the power of time, could it be? Had they found their guardian? Would he love Mikara? He hoped; oh he hoped so much.
As the kiss continued, neither heard Jack step into the room.
~GLaSC~
"Starting without me I see. Don't you get punished for that?" Jack mused; raising his eyebrows.
The moment broke and the two servants gasped as they broke apart. "The fault is mine, if you must punish someone, punish me." Ianto begged, scrambling to the edge of the bed, with his head down.
Ianto beaten was the last thing Jack wanted and he waved him off. "Sit up, I'm not going to hurt you or have you hurt." He promised and in a practiced move they sat up and Mikara draped herself over Ianto's back.
Before things became even more awkward she started to trace her fingers along Ianto's exposed flesh. She nibbled at his ear, licking a spot just below that always drove her bonded wild. The guardian gasped, letting out a little moan as he arched and his eyes slid closed.
Jack stopped pacing, his eyes locked on the bed. He gulped the last of his wine. "D-do that again." He squeaked.
She smirked, "of course sir, but you really should come sit down. Get comfy and I will gladly make him sing for you." Mikara nodded to the couch layered with pillows and silks laid out for him. Thankfully Jack nodded, his eyes trained on Ianto, but every so often gazing at her form with lust as well. He made himself comfortable.
"The more commands you give, the less we stop. You can call a halt and redirect us at any time." Mikara purred, teasing Ianto's ear with her teeth. "Don't be afraid I assure you, we've heard it all." She winked.
"Um ok…" Jack blew out a breath, Goddess this was embarrassing; he was Captain Jack Harkness, intergalactic playboy! He was not a shy 13 year old getting a peak at his daddy's porn. He seemed to change, becoming confident and self-assured. "Ok then how's this? Both of you naked; undress each other, slowly, enjoy it. Then I want your legs around my neck as he buries himself deep. After that maybe a kip, see how we feel, but before this night officially ends I want to watch you ride his cock while I fuck him blind." The Captain smirked, they barely blinked, but he knew he had, what? Impressed them?
"Well captain when the time comes you will have to explain what a kip is, but let's get started shall we?"
She was playing it like a business transaction and he couldn't blame her. He also couldn't wait to prove that to him, it was so much more. He sat back, refilled his goblet and settled in to watch. He felt like a director of a dirty movie. She seemed to know just what he wanted. Ianto was the star, oh she was beautiful and important as well, but he was center stage. The guardian's gasps and sighs sent all his blood surging south. He had yet to undress himself, but maybe it was time.
"Goddess, you're gorgeous…" Mikara sighed. Seeing him start to disrobe she had stopped to help. She was naked and Ianto was down to pants, the dress had been easier to remove. He was pulled onto the bed, her hands pushing his trousers down his hips. Ianto's eyes where hooded, the bond must be open. "Please… Goddess please, fuck me."
Ianto blinked, Mikara had never asked a client for anything past a lesser punishment. He was torn between ordering the man to do as his Priestess wished and begging to take her punishment. Jack however, didn't seem to mind. In fact he seemed pleased.
Before he pushed Mikara down, he looked to Ianto. "Yan I said naked remember? Lose the pants so I can give her what she wants." Jack grinned.
The guardian barely squeaked out a 'yes sir'. His pants hit the floor and not wanting to risk another correction he found lube and slicked up his fingers. Jack had fallen with Mikara, he was kissing her neck, sucking her nipples, and Goddess bless, this man made her mean every moan. The Captain was stopped for the moment, head between her legs and Ianto took advantage. Carefully he slipped the first finger past Jack's barrier then a second.
Jack didn't stop, his tongue was very busy, but when the pads of Ianto's fingers found his prostate… He threw his head back and moaned. Mikara reached out and felt down his chest. Soon he was bearing back on Ianto's hand. After letting him grind against his fingers, the guardian removed them. "Goddess Yan don't tease." Jack gasped, shaking his hips a little as if to entice Ianto to take him.
Ianto smirked, lining himself up as Jack pulled Mikara closer. The Captain gave a shuddering sigh, he was sheathed in the priestess and her guardian was settled deep inside him. If this wasn't nirvana it was damn close. Her heals pressed to Ianto's back and she urged him to move. They took a few tries to find a good rhythm, but soon they were working like a well-oiled machine. The guardian would give a sharp snap of his hips and seconds later Mikara cried out.
Jack leaned down to lick the sweat from her neck. She writhed beneath them and Ianto would groan with the shared pleasure from the bond, thrusting even harder. The Captain had trouble with which lover to concentrate on; the amazing creature wet, tight, and warm around him or the delicious man relentlessly pounding into his arse. Jack found a good compromise and instead of being trapped in their little dance he took control of it. He ground down hard on Ianto's down stroke, pulling Mikara to his knees so he could drive up into her.
"Oh Shit! …Fuck I can't hold it! Goddess…Fuck I'm gonna come!" Ianto cried, like he was surprised it was actually going to happen. He recovered from the shock and gritted his teeth. His client hadn't given him leave to do so, if he came without express permission… He didn't want to think of the consequences.
Jack preened, how many times before him did they have to fake it? He was determined that for however long they wanted him, that wouldn't be a problem. If he looked back he'd see Ianto bite his lip, hard. Something clicked; the guardian would wait for Jack's permission to come. If Ianto had come without it… The Captain, as a client, could punish him and the other man would accept this. Only succeeding; in fortifying his position as just another self-entitled, douche-bag client in their minds. "Come for me gorgeous, let me feel it…Fuck…come now Ianto!" Jack ordered and the male servant obeyed; snapping his hips twice before coming with a strangled cry.
Mikara gasped when Ianto's orgasm triggered a chain reaction. His pleasure soaked through her thoughts. She tensed and unwound with a drawn out moan. Jack rode through the waves and when he just couldn't take it, he came hard. He howled his release to the stars before collapsing to the side. She wondered when they would need to leave the bed. Jack might prefer to sleep alone or perhaps he just wanted Ianto to stay. There was something about how he looked at her guardian. It wasn't something she wanted to think about. A third lover was always inevitable and something just felt right with Jack. However, she knew when she was just icing on the cake. She couldn't stand the thought that Ianto loved her because he was supposed to, it was fated and not his choice. If this was really their way out then she wouldn't blow this chance, but she'd need to talk to Ianto soon.
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