10
It was raining hard by the time they got to the apartment, Tish leading the way as Jack helped Ianto stumble up the steps to the elevator.
"Ianto?" he asked with worry and Ianto hummed softly to show he was still OK.
They got inside and Jack was relieved to see there was electricity and even a sofa, looking over at Tish, "Tell me there is a bed too?"
"We didn't like the idea of one out here so he made one up in the huge walk in wardrobe" she pointed, "It's not much but we are used to sleeping on the run, right?"
"Thanks" Jack grunted, pulling Ianto into the room that was more of a small bedroom with lots of shelves.
Ianto had already started to make them look like archives with stuff on the shelves and he smiled as he levered Ianto onto the bed where he sat blinking owlishly at him.
Jack crouched so he was eye level, "Baby. You're wet. Let me get the jacket off, yeah?"
It was almost orgasmic for Jack, each slide of cloth, each small movement that revealed more Welshman until a wet jacket flopped to the floor.
"Jack?" Ianto blinked again, "I'm wet."
"Yes baby" Jack replied, a bit worried now as Ianto's eyes seemed to glaze.
The T-shirt now, Jack's hands shaking as he plucked it from the trousers and started to peel it up over the torso and gently maneuvered it over his head.
He now had him naked on the upper half and gently laid him back to remove his trousers and froze, looking at Ianto's chest.
A thin red line and slight pocking had Jack gently running his fingers over Ianto's chest down the centre of the ribcage where it had obviously been cracked open.
"Ianto?" Jack whispered, looking up and seeing his love was already asleep.
He removed the rest of his clothing and then his own, rubbing them both dry and maneuvering him into the bed, then he hesitated again and reached for dry boxers, sliding them onto his Welshman.
He liked waking up with them on.
Jack remembered this.
He then sat back and considered what he knew of the Predator Race.
In his time, they are powerful dictators of the planets they overthrow and the only redeeming feature is that they do not hunt humans.
Not anymore.
The Predators were to be feared and their handlers to be revered.
They were a hybrid race.
The human consorts being those that pulled a lot of the strings and did most of the negotiating with other species in order to hopefully lessen the temper of the Predators who would rather destroy any opposing factions.
Behind closed doors it was said that they had Predator DNA in their bloodline and that is what made them fierce enough to stand next to a Predator. Stories told of them even fighting with them, arguing publicly and the Predators only ever showed emotion to them, a cant of their head or a soft huff to show amusement.
Jack had seen them walking through the Academy once and he had felt his bowels clench as the huger monsters filled the space, then he had seen the handsome consorts walking calmly alongside them, talking like they were discussing a lunch menu.
Jack rubbed his face as it occurred to him that he was seeing something that might be the start of that. Ianto had shown no fear of them, he had lifted his chin while addressing them and he had seen something akin to humor in their responses.
Was he looking at their first ambassador?
He tried to remember.
21st Century. When it all changed, right?
Gods, was he ready if it involved Ianto?
He then watched his chest rise and fall, steady and strong.
He lay with his head lightly resting on Ianto's chest and listened to the strong heartbeat.
Loud and strong.
Jack knew it would be dangerous to question, to even consider stepping into their line of sight but next time they turned up he would try.
What's the worst that could happen?
They might kill him?
He snorted as he settled and tucked the blankets lovingly around Ianto, then stilled again as another voice whispered to him.
They might kill Ianto instead.
Shit.
Jack lay back and stared at the ceiling.
Might not mention it after all.
He was concerned about Ianto's energy levels though, deciding to make sure he ate something when they woke.
Eventually they were both drifting on a stormy sea.