AN: Chapter 12. Already. It's all thanks to Taamar of course. She is one amazing lady. Also, just so you are all aware, all the orange m&m's in the world belong to her. So pay tribute people. J

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.

Spoilers: umm…. Ghost machine and I think that's it…

Warnings: Usual plus there is a bit of a het slash/het spanking.

Rating: MA

Jack

It seemed to Jack that when he caused a problem he would unconsciously then go out of his way to make the problem worse. And asking Ianto to set up the shooting range so he could flirt with Gwen Cooper had been an awful move. He had planned on showing Gwen how to use the firearms and possibly flirting, but he hadn't planned on throwing it into Ianto's face in such blatant display of scorn. Of course, it had been in response to Ianto getting Jack's hopes up when he asked to speak with him alone.

Jack was now tracking Ianto's car. Looking at the display in the computer he could see that Ianto's little Audi was parked on a street in a nicer area of town. It was just a regular street with Victorian era homes lining it. Jack had no idea why Ianto would be there, though. He had then pulled up the addresses of everyone that Ianto knew, and none of them lived on that street, or anywhere near it. Just to finish off his little stalking episode he decided that while the others were looking for Bernie he would drive down the street. Just to make sure his employee was okay. Not because he was a creepy stalker.

He was surprised when he went down the street and found it overrun with parked cars. He saw Ianto standing outside one of the homes talking to Jason, only he was wearing a different colored shirt than what he had on that morning. Of course it could have just been a trick of the sunlight. He saw the Welshman's eyes follow the SUV as it passed. Jack watched in the side view mirror as Ianto covered one of his cheeks then quickly made his way into the house.

The SUV didn't look conspicuous at all parked at the end of the street with a nice view of Ianto's Audi. Jack watched for a good fifteen minutes. He wasn't sure why he was watching, no doubt the Welshman had seen him when he drove by, and would probably be pretty pissed. Finally Ianto came to his car, he was wearing the shirt he had worn that morning, proving to Jack it must have been a trick of the light.

Jack didn't see any point in putting off the inevitable, so he dialed Ianto's number, expecting to be told off for following him. Only when the Welshman answered he wasn't angry. Actually, he acted as if he didn't know that Jack had been spying. Could he really not have noticed? Jack wondered what could possibly be so distracting to the normally observant man. When Ianto ended the call quickly Jack watched him lean against his steering wheel and cry.

Iden Miller

Ianto came into the kitchen of Jason's house holding a grocery bag. Aria was going over a list of do's and don'ts with Ruby's regular nanny. Ianto didn't really understand why she was doing it being as the girl had to already know but it didn't matter. The only thing he could think about at the moment was watching his younger self and Jason making out in the foyer.

"Mrs. Miller, I know… dear I've taken care of this baby before. I promise I would never let any harm come to her," said the nanny (Tammy was her name, if Ianto remembered correctly, and he usually did), her words pulling Ianto out of his musings about whether or not it was healthy to be jealous of one's self. He was leaning toward the 'less than healthy' conclusion, although his jealous side was convinced that it was okay to want to kick yourself and pull your own hair and get into a childish 'that's not yours' fight. He apparently still needed to work on his jealously issues when it came to Jason.

Ianto finished putting away the groceries he had gotten while he listened to his wife say good bye to the infant in her arms. When she was finished he took Ruby from her. He gave her kisses and made her smile, and she attempted to grab his nose. Finally he gave the baby to Tammy, who waved goodbye and left out the garage door.

"So what's got you all upset?" Aria asked, jumping up to sit on the counter.

Ianto narrowed his eyes. She knew he hated when people sat on a kitchen counter. It wasn't hygienic.

"Right now I'm upset because you're on the counter."

"I know, I'm very naughty. What are you going to do about it?" Aria said teasingly, raising her eyebrows.

Ianto grinned. Oh, she wanted to play. He walked over to his wife and spread her knees apart so he could stand between them. He ran a hand up her skirt and was pleasantly surprised when he found she wasn't wearing any underwear. It seemed like an open invitation, so he ran his hand to her opening and pressed a finger in, not at all surprised to find she was already wet. She usually planned these play scenes out, and that would always leave her excited. It was obvious she had been thinking about this one for a while, being as she hadn't put on any panties.

"How long have you been planning this?" Ianto whispered, removing his finger and running it over her clit.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she grinned, unable to contain a small moan.

"Hmm… well then, my naughty girl, would you like for me to punish you?"

"I think I deserve it."

"Oh, I agree," Ianto said with a leer. He removed his hand from her skirt and pulled her off the counter, then turned her around and slapped her ass. "Go to the bedroom and think about what you've done. I will be up there shortly to properly punish you."

"Yes, Minister," she said, falsely demure. He slapped her ass again and she let out a little squeal then hurried out of the room.

He loved that girl.

Jason came into the kitchen right after Aria had vacated it. He was smiling brightly, though it turned down when he saw Ianto. They were still fighting. Ianto thought it ironic that Jason had most likely been smiling because Little Ianto had agreed to stay the night and now wasn't smiling because he had seen Ianto.

"If I said I would join you and little me tonight, would you forgive me?" Ianto deadpanned.

Jason's eyes lit up as if he had just been told Christmas was coming early.

"It's not gonna happen." Ianto sighed, rolling his eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me I have a naughty wife to deal with."

"You're a cruel man, Iden. A cruel, cruel man."

Ianto shrugged and headed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with his wife. He immediately smelled the scent of vanilla. It was Aria's favorite scent, but at the moment it seemed a bit ironic. What the two were about to do was going to be anything but vanilla.

Aria was laying in the middle of the bed. She was the picture of beauty. Ianto could tell she had arranged her hair so it would fall perfectly on the pillow. She had on a bright red bra that caused her to have a bountiful amount of cleavage, she also had on a matching thong. On the bedside table Aria had put out an assortment of toys. She really wanted to play.

"What's your safe word?"

"Hippo," Aria replied.

Ianto smiled. She changed her word every time and had never had to use it, and he never intended to push her far enough that it was necessary. She always attempted to make him laugh with it, though, so he kept asking.

Ianto schooled his features and picked up a hairbrush that had never been used to brush hair. "You know better than to sit on the counter dear. We prepare food there. It's unsanitary."

"I'm clean," Aria pouted, arching her chest up.

"Oh, no you're not. You're a very dirty girl."

She bit her lower lip and smiled. "Only for you."

"Hmm…" Ianto breathed. "Well turn around, dirty girl. You need to be disciplined."

Aria made a show of turning onto her stomach then arching her butt up into the air. Ianto smiled and shook his head. He then got onto the bed and ran his free hand over her toned ass. He decided to start out gentle. He let the brush fall onto the bed and gave Aria's left cheek a gentle slap. She let out a small whimper, and the sound went straight to Ianto's cock. He gently slapped the right cheek. This time she moaned. Ianto's trousers were getting rather tight. He continued to give her gentle spanks, making sure to cover the whole area.

Once he was sure she was warmed up enough he grabbed the hairbrush. He ran its smooth side gently over Aria's skin. She pressed toward it. "Do you think you've been punished enough, dear?"

"No Minister," she pleaded. He loved how kinky she was.

"Are you sure? Your ass is very pink."

"You prefer red."

"Yes. Yes, I do," Ianto agreed, spanking her sharply with the brush. She let out a little surprised cry, but the second time the smooth wood came in contact with her flesh it was a full-fledged moan. Ianto continued until he was satisfied that her skin was red enough and he was sure that he kept it up he would cum in his pants.

He dropped the brush onto the floor and bent over to kiss his wife's reddened flesh. "I think you've learned your lesson now," he said against her skin.

"Yes, Minister," she agreed.

Ianto sat up and gently pulled Aria's thong off her ass. The little triangle that covered her front was soaked with her own juices. Ianto barely managed to hold in what was sure to be a primal growl. He put his hand between her thighs and ran two fingers over her clit. She let out a gentle whimper. He continued his path back towards himself and easily slipped the same to fingers into her. "You're so ready for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," she breathed out.

"Well, you'll have to wait. You put out quite a few toys that we have yet to get to."

"Please," she begged as he began to slowly fuck her with his fingers.

"Oh, I don't know… do you think you've been a good enough girl to cum more than just once?"

"Yes," she shouted.

Ianto smiled to himself as he ran his other hand around her body and then began to gently massage her sweet spot in a circular motion. It didn't take long for her body to start to tremble and soon she was crying out his name as her inner muscles clasped around his fingers. He stopped the fingers on her sweet spot but continued to move the ones inside her until her orgasm was over.

He gently unclasped her bra. "Roll onto your back," he demanded in a gentle voice. She laid down flat and then turned to her back. Ianto ever so gently removed her bra and her thong. Her face was flushed and there were small beads of sweat on her skin. She smiled lazily at him and then pretended to yawn.

Ianto began to quickly remove his clothes. "You're an impatient woman, did you know that? I should make you wait; I was just trying to enjoy the view."

"Come see with your hands" she invited

Ianto liked that idea very much, so he quickly undressed and climbed on to the bed to hover over his wife's body. He gently pressed his lips against hers and then deepened the kiss. He wanted the moment to last, but soon he couldn't help himself and he was taking her. He moved slowly inside her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear about how much he loved her and how wonderful she made him feel. Soon Aria was experiencing her second release for the night and Ianto was having his first. The toys she had laid out were left forgotten on the side table.

"Do you feel better now?" Aria asked as she gently ran a finger around the burn scars on Ianto's chest.

"I felt fine before."

"No, you've been cranky ever since that night that you stayed at Tink's house."

"Have I?" Ianto asked. He'd felt a little off, but hadn't known it showed.

"Yeah, but I mean, not toward me or Ruby."

"Who else is there?" Ianto teased, pulling his wife closer.

"Well, you kinda snapped at Adrian before he left yesterday. And you and Jason have been at each other's throats."

"I see…" Ianto replied realizing that she was right. He had snapped at Adrian yesterday. The man was heading to see Mia to inform her in person that he would be the second in command at Cardiff and that Jason was now the Rift Leader. Adrian usually didn't argue when Ianto told him to do something, but yesterday he had. He hadn't wanted to leave. He'd wanted to stay and celebrate with Jason today. It had been a rational request; the trip to see Mia was a pointless one that Ianto had made up to get his friend out of Cardiff, but it had irritated Ianto that the man was arguing with a direct order and so he had snapped at his friend. He did regret it though, and he had already called the Frenchman three times to apologize.

"Is that all I get? An 'I see'? You're not going to share with me why you and Jason are mad at each other? Or why you bit your best mate's head off yesterday?"

"It's… complicated."

"I'm sure I can keep up."

Ianto looked over at their bed side clock and realized that it was nearly six thirty. "Don't you want to go enjoy the party a bit?"

Aria let out a little frustrated growl at his evasion, then got off the bed. She hastily put on a pair of yoga pants and then reached for a clean tank top, forcing the garment over her head. "I'm going to go get a beer, then I'm going to come back up here and you are going to tell me what the issue is. And if you don't, understand that that was the last time you will get any from me till you do."

"You should get a water, beer will do nothing to rehydrate you."

Aria let out another growl and exited the room slamming the door behind her. Ianto sighed then got up. First he blew out all the candles in the room then he went about picking up all the discarded clothing. Once he was satisfied that the room was clean he took a quick shower, put on some track bottoms, and got into bed.

Aria came back as he was reading a book. "You could have warned me I was going to be running into Ianto." She spat. She was holding to bottles of water and she handed one to him.

"I honestly didn't remember that you would be," he lied.

The girl sat down on the bed and cuddled up next to her husband. Ianto loved how even when she was upset with him she still wanted to cuddle. "Okay, let's start with why you and Jason are fighting."

"Fine, but you aren't going to like it."

"Spit it out." She insisted.

"He is mad because I won't have sex with him, and I am mad because he wants me to have sex with him and won't drop it."

Aria sat up and looked at her husband in the face. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Okay, well I want you to fix it. Not with sex though!"

"Maybe I don't want to fix it."

"Yes you do. You love him. Maybe not like you love Jack, but you do love him."

Ianto sighed and sank down into the bed. "Why do I have to love so many people?" he complained.

"Because you have a giant heart, and because so many people love you. I think the issue with Jason is he doesn't see sex as a big deal like the rest of us. He thinks it's okay to fuck someone, if you want to fuck someone and they want you back. And he's right… if he wants someone and they want him back then he should just do it. He also uses sex to fix problems or as a way to comfort or be comforted. He uses it when he can't sleep. He uses it when he's angry, when he's happy. Everything. Jason can have several separate feelings going on about one sexual encounter. So in a way you were right when you said he was a difficult man."

Ianto narrowed his eyes at his wife. "When did you become a Jason expert?"

"Adrian and I like to talk," she grinned.

Ianto shook his head and let out a small laugh. "Anyway… I don't know how to fix this fight with Jason. As you said, sex is his way of fixing things, and I'm not going to do that."

"Promise him some in the future. You know, after I…"

"It's not only you holding me back, there's Adrian to consider."

Aria raised an eyebrow. "He wouldn't care. His main goal in life is for Jason to be happy…"

"He cares." Ianto insisted. "That's why I sent him away…"

"Why? Because Jason and Ianto are going to…"

Ianto nodded.

"I see…"

Ianto smiled then flipped his wife onto her back so she was pinned beneath him. "'I see'? Is that all I get…" he teased, repeating her earlier words before pressing his lips against hers. Turns out they did get to use those toys after all.

TW-TW-TW

It was nearly three am when Ianto woke, suddenly remembering that he needed to leave a suit for little Ianto in Jason's bathroom. He went to his closet and flipped the switch. His perfectly tailored suits all hung neatly. He stared at them for a moment trying hard to remember which one he had worn so long ago, but he simply couldn't. For a moment he started to panic. Would his time line get screwed up if he didn't put the correct suit in Jason's bathroom? He was certain it would.

Aria caught him in his panicked state and simply picked for him, and once he held her selection in his hand he was sure it was the correct suit. He walked with purpose from the third floor down to the second and then to the room at the end of the hall. Little Ianto was fast asleep in Jason's arms, but Jason was wide awake. He followed Ianto with his eyes as he walked to the bathroom and hung the suit in it.

"He said he was going to leave early enough to go home and get ready," Jason whispered when Ianto came back into the room.

"Well, he won't," Ianto replied, coming to stand closer to the bed. He gently ran a hand through Jason's hair. "Go back to sleep, and tomorrow we will talk."

Jason reached up and grabbed Ianto's hand bringing it to his lips and kissing the palm. "Okay," he agreed.

Ianto left the room and went back up to his own. He snuggled close to his wife and soon fell asleep again.

Jack

Jack sighed. He had just sent Owen home for the night after getting yet another report on his Welshman's mental state. No, not his Welshman; Ianto wasn't his. Ianto belonged to no one. The man had made that perfectly clear. Of course if his latest intelligence from Owen was to be believed it was possible that Ianto did indeed belong to someone. Jack sighed. Nearly twenty-four hours before, Ianto had sat in the chair in front of Jack's desk while Jack had tried once again to apologize, and Ianto had once again refused to budge. And then he had acted frightened again, though Jack now understood that the Welshman's flinch had been because Jack had grabbed his wrist, which was sore from being tied up. The mental image of Ianto tied to a bed made Jack's cock stir. Jack Harkness was not one to go so long without release. He also wasn't one to wank, he could usually find a willing partner, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Jack got up out of his chair and went to lean in front of his desk as he conjured up a mental image of Ianto sitting in the chair before him. The man had been at the perfect height to suck Jack's cock, and as Jack undid his pants and pulled out his member he imagined that it was Ianto's hands. Stroking himself, he imagined it was Ianto's lips around him. In his mind's eye he could see Ianto bound tightly, struggling playful against his ropes. Jack let out a moan. He wanted to be the one to tie Ianto to the bed, but he would never use harsh ropes. He would have use the silk ties that Ianto wore. An image of someone else fucking his Welshman (not his, damn it!) while he was tied to a bed with ropes popped up in Jack's head. Jason, of course. It had to be Jason.

Jack began to speed up his strokes, needing desperately to bring himself off. His jealousy of Jason only proved to intensify his need for release, and soon he was coming with a shout. He closed his eyes and let out a growl. He really needed to get over Ianto Jones.