10

Gray was wary now, choosing to acknowledge the pet and keep a respectable distance.

As the days turned to weeks Jack discovered many things he hadn't known, the most important one was desire.

His pet drove him nuts with little looks, smiles and those fingers could touch and entice more than those gorgeous lips could.

Worst of all, Ianto hard learnt that Jack liked a bit of danger so he took to challenging him at the most inopportune times.

At the dinner table a hand would snake into his lap and Jack would find himself wanting a difference sort of sustenance that required a hasty exit.

Then in the middle of a meeting in the war room, Ianto entered and sort of … well … wafted in this pretty lavender robe made of the finest silk that floated around as he danced along the walls, twirling and humming softly.

Jack was not the only one stunned and Jack felt that spike of possessiveness once more as a colleague asked if he may borrow him.

The punishment for that left them both so debouched that they ordered the evening meal delivered to their chambers and Jack fed Ianto, feeling a right heel for overtaxing him to the extent where he was exhausted.

The lovely smile told him Ianto hadn't minded the mind-blowing rutting and Jack filed away the fact he liked it rough sometimes.

Now he slept, snuggled in his arms with little breathy moans as Jack softly rubbed his shoulders.

The burnt arm was thrown across him and Jack had an opportunity to study it, resisting the urge to run his fingers over the swirls and divots.

He tried to imagine the agony his beloved pet had suffered. It had not been treated well and was harsh and ugly.

Jack knew that today's technology would have ensured minimal to no scarring and the fact that this ugliness existed proved that man was still a horrible beast capable of cruelty.

He thought about finding the one who had owned him and setting him alight then remembered Ianto saying that one of his children had lived.

He stilled in the bed, suddenly struck with the fact that a child Ianto and his mate had started to raise, to love had been ripped away. Ianto had lost not only his mate but their litter as well.

Now Jack felt a deep seated anger, swallowing it down as the pet stirred.

Ianto still hadn't admitted to his empathy but Jack had recognized the way his pet always knew.

He had admitted the dragons.

And the inner sight.

Perhaps he didn't know he was an empath?

The dragons would have been drawn to him.

Made sense, his need to save his babies would have been torturous.

Jack tried to imagine it. Tried to …

Ianto stirred and cried out in his sleep, reaching for something and Jack cursed himself for his cruelty as Ianto sobbed with grief and woke, pulling away.

"Easy baby" Jack soothed and Ianto blinked at him blearily.

"Cariad?"

"Dreams. Just dreams sweetling" Jack opened his arms and Ianto fell into them, and buried his face in Jacks neck.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking too loud wasn't I?" Jack tried and the nod was all he needed to know that he did indeed have a little empath in his arms.

"Sleep" Ianto muttered and Jack shuffled down more in the bedding and rolled so they were now holding each other.

Ianto kissed him and nuzzled some more, giving Jack waves of contentment.

As Jack settled and enjoyed the warmth and safety he pondered how to broach the subject.

Ianto might not understand, might not want to hear or know this but this was something they needed to face and sort.

After all, two empaths could get messy if not trained.

Jack closed his eyes and sent loving thoughts, feeling his pet relax almost immediately and smiled as anther thought struck him.

If they learned to relax their shielding during sex, it is said that empathic sex is the bomb.

Ianto snorted in his sleep and his hips bucked, causing his semi-flaccid member to rub against him and Jack couldn't help a soft laugh as he realized that his growing excitement was also catching.

Ianto was exhausted.

Jack tried to calm himself and sent more productive thoughts, relieved when he felt his pet relax again and slip deeper into sleep.

He knew his old teacher was going to have kittens over this and also knew that he had to tell him.

Sooner rather than later because he had a habit of sniffing out any change in Jack's world.

He was going to go mental.

Jack had chosen a pet as his bond-mate.