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The H 4.0 prefers to be clothed, removal of clothes signifies either punishment or pleasure. This model is shy and hesitant to show its sexual parts.
H4.0 is accustomed to a regular sleep cycle. This model can sleep anywhere but prefers a soft surface where is may lay horizontally. H 4.0 is not temperature controlled so it must be kept in a temperate atmosphere. It is recommended that bedding be provided for cooler regions thus ensuring the wellbeing of your pet.
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Jack took Ianto back to the library, the only place he might feel safe now.
Laura found him there, cuddling Ianto in the pillow nest. Jack had stopped Ianto's tears and now the young pet whimpered as he pulled the blanket around himself and tried to burrow beneath the pillows.
"Ianto?" she said softly, noting her son's distress as well.
She turned to a hovering slave and motioned, "Go get him some clothes. Poor thing has been naked for too long!"
They rushed to obey and Jack gave a grateful smile as he saw soft PJs appear as well as bedding.
He cajoled Ianto into the clothes as he mewled and fought feebly to cover himself, then pulled the bedding over them both. By the time Alexander entered, Ianto was asleep.
Gray was following his father and when Jack saw him he began a low rattling growl. He rose from the bedding and stalked towards his brother with his fists clenched.
"No Jack!" Alexander warned with his hands raised, palms out, "Gray has come to apologise."
"Get the fuck out of his room" Jack snarled and Gray snorted.
"His room? Don't be stupid. A slave doesn't have his own room" Gray laughed and Jack swung.
He had never hit his brother. Not in all the years of sibling rivalry had Jack ever struck his brother and as his fist met Gray's jaw he found it strangely satisfying.
"This is Ianto's room" Jack panted over his brother who sat on the floor in shock, "He is not a slave. He is my boy. Mine! I don't share."
"Jack?" Gray was rubbing his jaw and looked up at the man looming over him.
"You ever hurt my Ianto again and I will fucking kill you" Jack snarled.
A whimper had Jack whipping around and fleeing back to the bedding. Jack made gentle noises as he felt the clammy skin of his pet and he groaned.
"He's caught a chill" Jack wailed, "Mama, he's sick."
"Easy darling, it's probably shock" she soothed and motioned for the doctor.
Gray had regained his feet and stood gaping with confusion as his brother began to sing softly while he stroked Ianto's cheek. Ianto opened his eyes and looked up adoringly at Jack as Gray finally understood.
"You are not seriously bonding to a slave!" he hooted.
"Do you have a problem with your Brother's choice of mate?" came a deep voice and Gray swallowed convulsively as he slowly turned to look at his grandfather.
Jackson Harkness the first glared at his least loved grandson as he cowered.
"No Grandpa, of course not" Gray whined as he looked to his father for help.
"We do not know if Jack is going to bond to him or is just enamoured" Alexander spoke to his father, "It is his first pet. He is perhaps, just confused."
"Confused?" Jack left the sleeping pet and walked over to his namesake, "I am not confused. I did not know I could feel like this. It hurts and feels wonderful and is so … well. When I hold him I feel full."
"Ah. You have already begun the bond then." He smiled as he watched Jack's face clear of any fear.
"Yes, Jack sighed softly, "I think I have. Grandpa, I love him so much that when he is afraid or in pain, it's like I feel it."
"Go to him child," he urged softly, "Make him yours. If he is who you desire then I will stand by your choice in this. Go claim your bond-mate."
"And as for you!" he snarled as he turned to the one still gaping, "Get out of his room!"
As they shuffled from the room, Alexander turned to his father for guidance, "Da, is this right? I know GrandMama was everything to you but this is Jack's first love. I do not know…"
"Zander. I loved my mother, her soft gentile ways. She was a lady in every sense of the word, the slave within was long gone. My lovely boy, your mother was my first and only love" Jackson said softly as he touched his son's arm, "I see it in his eyes. Hear it in his voice. Your son has chosen his mate. Be happy for him as this is not a convenience bond, nor is there likely to be warring families. To have found an unsaddled mate within the slave quarter, to see a jewel hidden in the sewers. This is a blessing."
"Now? It has to be now?" Laura joined the two men and hooked her arm into her husband's.
"Yes. The poor thing needs comfort, they both do" Jackson said with a sigh, "Gray has forced their hand, here. Perhaps this would have happened naturally or the flame may had faded but now …"
"Jack and Ianto are already beginning. Have food taken to the room now, before it is closed. The doctor must ensure that stupid boy did not breach the poor pet and he is still able to be broken. They will need to rehydrate as well" he informed a nearby slave who openly showed excitement, "more bedding and a guard to protect them while they bond."
As the house moved to comply Gray stood watching with a mixture of anger and shame.
Would Jack forgive him?