John woke.

He looked over to tee nearby chair and saw his new jacket waiting. Pale trousers and the most decadent boots he had ever seen.

He slid from the bed and ran his fingertips over the gold edging rope and marvelled.

"It's call brocade" Ianto said softly from the doorway as John jumped with surprise. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Felt you stirring."

"Felt? Felt me?" John said with confusion.

"Yes Captain. I feel you" Ianto smiled.

"Gods, you could feel me anytime you want" John leered, then he looked to Ianto with shock, Where did that come from?

Ianto chuckled as the old John Hart began to shine. Yes. He is him.

Ianto advanced, closing the distance between them in a few steps. John looked with fear as Ianto reached out and to his shock, grabbed a handful of his hair as he flicked him back onto the bed like he weighed nothing.

"You will be mine!" Ianto's voice was deeper, more commanding and John was struck dumb.

When Ianto climbed onto the corner of the bed, John recognised the beginnings of a mating session and eagerly tore at his own clothes so he may be more prepared for the claiming. Gods yes, please let him be my mate, please.

Ianto straightened so he was on his knees and he tore his shirt off, revealing a small bump. John's eyes were drawn to the statement of pregnancy and was more aroused than ever. He was gorgeous.

Ianto began to crawl again, reaching him and straddling him while he panted with need.

"Do you promise loyalty to me?" Ianto said softly as his eyes burned.

"Yes, Gods yes, yes, anything. Please let me touch you" John pleaded and Ianto smiled.

Gods!

John surged up, grabbing Ianto's face and trying to devour that gorgeous mouth. Pulling him down and rolling their bodies in a practiced move as a hand grabbed for the front of Ianto's trousers.

Ianto threw his head back in the pillows and gave a bark of lust as Johns' hand fond its target. Big!

John was salivating now, the thought too much and he slid down to taste.

"I don't usually share, but he is too much man to keep cloistered" Jack's voice seemed to come from far way and John barely registered the hands pulling at his half discarded clothes to help with the bonding.

He wanted to claim, be claimed and he knew he was making animalistic noises as he begged for the bonding but he didn't care. He did not have to be the dominant, he did not have to be in charge. For once in his miserable life, John found a place where he could be safe.

The finger that breached him was Jack's and he looked deep into Ianto's eyes as he burned.

Ianto opened his legs and John found himself led by the cock, literally, into a waiting home. He had thought this to be an owning, but as his penis slid into glory he found that he was not going to be possessed.

He began to cry as Ianto moaned beneath him and clasped at his hips. He could feel the trapped penis between them, the bump pushing it into his stomach and the desire to touch had him reaching down to stroke both dick and baby.

"Yes, ahhh. Johnny" Ianto whispered as his eyes rolled back.

Jack positioned himself and pushed home, another pleasant surprise for John who had always preferred bottoming when they were lovers. His favourite spot was here, beneath his love. Jack's fingers, hands, breath, gorgeously thick and large member, all so familiar.

John looked down as Ianto reached up to stroke his face. "Join with us, become ours"

John let go.

Spiralling lights, colours. Distant sounds and this sensation of falling. Dark. Light. Water? Thrown to one side, ah … he could taste metal in his mouth and wondered if he had bitten his tongue … a soft breeze across his skin then heat. Gods, ah…..what ….. he was burning alive. His blood boiling as he screamed.

Water again. Soothing and cooling as he shuddered helplessly, lost in the assault.

He came to in Ianto's arms. Ianto was brushing his fingers across his forehead as he softly murmured endearments. Jack was plastered against his back as he held them all fast in his grip.

"Hi" Ianto smiled softly.

John felt his grin splitting his face as he looked at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He reached out and touched Ianto's cheek. He watched the water flowing in those eyes that had previously shown fire. Beautiful.

"Thank you" Ianto said softly and John's eyes widened, had he spoken out loud?

"No. You are projecting" Ianto giggled. "You will need to learn to control that or I might be getting bit hot and bothered and inopportune moments Johnny"

"Wow" John sighed, letting his hand fall to the bump so he might caress it gently.

He felt it.

A slight push, like an electrical charge that ran through the palm of his hand and left him gasping.

"What was that?" Jack asked as he propped himself on an elbow.

"She likes her new Papa" Ianto grinned, "She likes John and as bonding as well."

"Ah." Jack sighed as he settled once more, burying his head in John's hair as he shuffled his hips and closed the distance between his cock and Johns butt cheeks.

"I'd like a bit more connecting as well" Jack muttered, biting John's shoulder gently as John's eyes rolled back with delight.

"So that's where that comes from, eh?" Ianto asked calmly, "You got your violent streak from him?"

"John likes a bit of rough." Jack panted, forcing himself in as John lifted a leg and bent his knee to aid with the penetration.

"Well, I'm going to get a bit big for that. Only gently play for a while." Ianto smiled down as he sent loving thoughts to his baby. John caught the tail of them and was undone by the beauty.

He convulsed as he came and Jack gave a shout as he began to pound into the flopping man whose arse was clamping down deliciously.

"Just remember Cariads" Ianto said as he slid from the bed in search of the toilet, "When this little lady is out, your arse is mine!"

"Yes please" came back in stereo and the two men turned to gape at each other before falling about laughing.

Ianto smiled as he found a moment to relieve his poor bladder.

Welcome back Captain Hart.