11
It was almost midnight, the children were asleep as were the couple. Owen and Tosh had made a large act of getting ready for bed too and soon the house was quiet, Jack letting his hand slide into Ianto's lap. Ianto grunted softly, not only jarred from his almost snooze by the squeeze to his dick but also the pleasure of it. He found himself releasing the thing's gaze to accept a kiss from his lover and the roar from the thing was loud enough to be heard inside.
"Fuck, Jack started the taunting" Owen said as Gwen rose from the sofa to look out in the darkness outside. "Stay in here Gwen. He's trying to get it to come over the front yard. If it manages to survive it will meet Jack and Ianto before it gets inside. You out there might distract them when they really need to be on their toes."
""Here we go" Tosh said softly, "it's starting to move into position."
Jack listened to the earwig as he let his hand move further, in behind Ianto's crotch so he was now also cupping Ianto in his palm but his fingers were stroking the fabric between finger and hole. Ianto let out a loud moan, not hiding his lust.
It worked.
The Hunter roared a it saw another touch the spot it desired most in the world and it launched itself into the yard, the flash bangs erupting as the land mines went off and Jack rose already firing Bertha that had been behind the chair.
Despite its left arm disintegrating it still managed to get to the bottom steps and Ianto finally rose, stepping around Jack who was struggling with the depleted gun. Ianto let out a roar of rage as he swung his fist connecting with the thing's jaw and it tumbled back into the sand, Ianto following with extreme malice.
He was thinking of his boy inside, the babies…the team … the man he wanted to fuck against the fucking wall…Jack's voice calling him back to awareness, Jack's arms wrapped around him as he snarled and started to stomp on the thing's skull.
The strength of Ianto was amazing, Jack's feet slipping as he was dragged after the retreating thing, it's head partially caved in yet still it tried to escape the madman attacking with such malice that Jack was getting hard just feeling that level of strength against him.
Finally Ianto seemed to slump and the thing was still, Owen brushing past them with the sonic scalpel to finish the job and Ianto turned into Jack's arms, suddenly the damsel once more. It had all taken less than sixty seconds …. Count it in your head … not even a minute for Ianto to defend. Attack. That been epic and Owen glanced back as Ianto started to shake.
"Adrenalin overload, get him inside and somewhere dark. Quiet. He has to calm down before he has a conniption" Owen demanded and Jack lifted Ianto like he was a child, his own adrenalin still flowing he carried him inside and Gwen stepped aside to let them in, comforting Jack to see she had been behind them with another pulse canon the entire time. Strong and determined to defend as well. She had let Ianto attack, had known he needed to. Good girl.
Frank and Ella were inside, their faces ashen as Jack entered and he realised they were thinking the worst, "He's OK. He's OK, just overwhelmed. Let's get him peaceful."
He didn't want to deal so settled on the bed with Ianto, leaving the others to the task of explaining to the couple what had happened in the front yard. Back yard…. Gods … on the beach I guess.
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"Daddy?"
Jack opened one eye to find little ones boring into him from the side of the bed and he smiled as he lifted the blanket to let Max slither in behind his Taddy, cuddling into Ianto who grunted and rolled immediately to engulf the child in a clutch. Jack spooned Ianto and they settled again, the little boy's hands clasping tightly to his lovely father as sleep reclaimed them.
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"It might have got in" Ella said with horror.
"No. Ianto did the job, then Jack was back-up. If they both fell I was there with another canon. Believe me World War III would not touch you or the boys, I swear. We were confident and never blinked" Gwen assured them with that proud air of righteousness "You were never in danger, only Ianto and Jack were. The moment we detected that thing we were all ready. We didn't tell you because we knew you would panic unnecessarily or the kids might have overheard and been scared. Go look for yourself, you didn't get a good look at the last one. Owen will take you, go see what tried to get in. Look at it, see the power, the strength and know it never could. Then you will relax and know you are safer than the bloody President of the United States of America."
Frank did, storming out to stand and gape at the thing that was the size of a fucking grizzly bear.
A dead … road kill … steamroller over the head … sort of … mushy grizzly bear.
"So … the last one?"
"Yes" Owen said with confidence, even as a small voice whispered that they were not sure. Files corrupted, so much lost … they only knew that the three they found were now all accounted for. One a meat helmet, this one a meat head and the third one inside.
Their head of intelligence.
Owen smiled.
Must tell him that one.
Ianto will laugh and poke at him while telling him he is head of snark or something. Owen was surprised at the level of affection he felt as he thought about the man back inside.
Ianto.
He was a good bloke, that.
