Author's Note: This is a rough chapter and it *does* have a little more spice than previous chapters, thanks to the wonderfully talented candybree. Please do not give upon the story now, it's only going to get better. I know. I have some of the rest of the words on paper already! Anyway, please - enjoy and comment. Much love!

"Listen, if you don't tell me right now what you heard..." Jack moved to grab for the man, but John leaned out of his grab range.

"Not really in the spot to make those kind of demand, I think," John said, looking around the small space they were in. "What grown man sleeps in a treehouse anyway? Oh yeah, the kind that gets kicked out of the house by his boyfriend. Now what could have caused that?"

"I'm warning you..."

"What are you warning me? That we won't get to play tea party? I'd be heartbroken, just so you know."

"...John..."

"And I remembered to bring my tutu and party hat..."

"John!"

"Though I did forget my matching gloves. Maybe you have an extra pair..."

Jack leapt forward suddenly, knocking John into the wall. Taken by surprise, John was easily overtaken and fell with a 'thud'. Despite having no leverage, he tried to punch Jack, but was spectacularly unsuccessful. Jack rolled away from the other man in a overly dramatic barrel-roll, causing John to laugh as he got to his feet. "Still the action hero, I see," John brushed the dirt from his shirt.

Jack stood with a smile and walked slowly toward his ex-partner. John straightened up with a grin. Jack had a familiar gait as he approached him, the swagger being one of the things that had drawn him to the man in the first place. But, then again, Jack Harkness could strut sitting down. He'd seen him do it. The room, despite being small, was still big enough for Jack to build up a good saunter before reaching John. Which is why John was not expecting the right hook he got that sent him to the floor.

"What did I do to deserve that?" John sat up, wiping at his nose and doing a check for blood before settling back against the wall.

Jack stood above him, his smirk bordering on smug. "Nothing; nothing at all. You are a perfect saint. Saint Jonalm, they call you in three galaxies." He was still smirking when John leap up and pushed him to the far wall, pinning him.

"EXCALIBUR!" Jack squealed.

There was a heavy silence before the two of them broke out in a fit of giggles.

"Really? You're going with that still?" John wiped at his eyes with one hand, the other holding his side.

Jack was doing the same. "Well, I knew you'd remember."

John laughed, looking at his feet. "That's kind of hard to forget."

There was another silence as the two men looked at one another before the laughter bubbled over in the both of them, spilling out the window as they could do nothing but surrender to the absurdity of it all.

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Ianto sighed and closed the door behind him. He wanted nothing more than to have a cigarette, but he knew there was no way he was going to get enough time alone to do that, so he settled on a walk around the yard.

He didn't know who Jack thought he was anyway. First he had dumped a toddler on him when, by all rights and reason, Gwen should have taken him. And then, when he thought things were going reasonably well, John has to show up. He didn't even want to think about how that could have been avoided. Jack could have at least told him that he had seen the infuriating Time Agent – but no, that would have been too easy. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the dark calm surround him. Becca was inside too. That was a whole can of worms he didn't even want to think about. But, yet again, it was in his lap.

Ianto skirted the yard, noticing that there was the glow of a flashlight in the treehouse. He shook his head, knowing that would be where Mam had sent Jack, not wanting him to leave. She had probably set him up with a sleeping bag and a thermos of coffee as well as a few nibbly bits. She had done that to him after fights with Del when they were in school, she was sure to see this situation in the same way. He ran a hand over his face wishing for a lot of things. He wished he could just tell his family the truth about what was going on. He wished that Jack could just be honest with him. He wished that John Hart had found anyone in the world besides his brother. But, most of all, he wished he could find a place to smoke a cigarette that he wouldn't get caught. He was thinking about taking a drive when he heard it – the sound of two sets of near-hysteric laugher cascading out of the tiny window he had been blowing smoke out of earlier. Two sets – one of which he knew very well. The other, he supposed, was one of his worse fears personified. That was confirmed when he heard the voice clearly say "Excalibur!?!?" and the laughter start up again. For a moment, Ianto saw red. How dare Jack tell secrets that involved him after everything else that had happened that day? It would be a cold day in hell before Ianto would say he was sorry, that was for sure.

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Becca looked up when she heard the door open. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Ianto grumbled, pulling the door shut behind him. "Everything's just like it always is." He slid into a chair beside her and put his head on the table.

"I just don't get it," Becca said, running her hand over his hair. "What is going on – if you don't mind me asking, that is..."

Propping his head on one hand, he looked Becca in the eye. "I'm sorry. It's just the past creeping up when I least expect it, is all."

She smiled warmly. "Yeah, I've noticed it has a nasty habit of doing that."

"Now you're just making fun of me." His voice was a gentle accusation.

"I would never do that, Ianto." She placed her hand on the arm still on the table.

Ianto covered her hand with his. "That's right. You're not like the people I'm used to being around, I guess."

"Tourist office that brutal?" She flipped her hair when she talked and Ianto caught a hint of the perfume she wore. It made him smile.

He let his shoulders fall. "You have no idea."

Her eyes brightened with a possible solution. "Maybe you should move back here. You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." Ianto shut the conversation down as gently as he could.

She withdrew from him, misreading what he was saying. "Oh."

He sighed heavily and reached for her. "It's not that...I'm being a bad friend here. You came over here to talk about Kyle and I've made it all about me."

"No, no. It's actually great. Takes the hurt away a bit." She looked momentarily horrified with herself. "That's not what I meant at all...seems your mum's tea is not all tea..."

"She must have added 'comfort' then," Ianto lifted her mug for a small sip. "How many cups have you had?"

"A few." Becca looked at Ianto, trying not to smile when he raised his eyebrows in concern.

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah – maybe I should go home?" She made a show of looking for her keys by patting her pockets.

Ianto stilled her hands with his own. "I don't think that's such a good idea. You drove, right?"

"Yeah." She looked up at him, finding it hard to focus suddenly.

"Then maybe you should think about just staying."

"Where would I stay? I don't want to be trouble."

Mrs. Jones wandered back into the room. "Tad got Henry to sleep. He's a firecracker."

Ianto looked back at his mother, letting go of Becca's hands quickly. "Tad or Henry?"

She frowned at her son. "Are you staying, Becca dear?"

"I was just saying to Ianto that I didn't want to be any trouble..."

Becca earned her own look from Mrs. Jones. "Becca, you know you are as good as family, don't be silly." She turned to Ianto. "Son, give her your bed."

"No, you don't have to-" She stopped talking when Glenda frowned at her. "Thank you."

"Come on, I'll walk you," Ianto stood and offered his arm to Becca.

Glenda smiled at Ianto, pinching his chin. "Always my little gentleman..."

"Mam," His eyes narrowed for an instant before he remembered who he was talking to. "Please don't."

"I think it's sweet," Becca sniffled.

"I think you're tipsy," Ianto observed, looping her arm through his.

"I think you're right."

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"Where have you been?" Del asked when he heard the footsteps behind him.

John smiled at the reflection in the mirror, slipping his arms around Del's waist. "How did you know it was me?"

"Let's face it, you are neither Welsh, nor ninja." Del smirked, reminding John briefly of someone else. "And the large clompy boots don't hurt either."

John rolled his eyes. "I guess I should have taken them off?"

"That might have helped." Del turned in his arms. "But I still would have smelled you. I can smell you from across the room."

"Is that right?" John watched Del nod slowly, inhaling with a slow smile. "And what do I smell like? Can you tell me that?"

"Let's see." Del rested his head on John's shoulder, nose nestled in the crook of his neck. "Right now, you smell like the nighttime, outside – a smell that I remember from childhood." He inhaled deeply again, kissing the pulse that was there. "And something else, something under that. Something that doesn't have a name, but a feeling."

"What does it feel like then?" John leaned his head to the side to give Del better access.

"It feels like heat and lust and submission." Del growled, sinking his teeth into John's flesh roughly.

John whimpered and gripped Del's hips, pulling the younger man closer so he could grind against him. Del released John's neck when he tasted blood and John sagged against him. He held John and kissed him roughly while John recovered. John's hand slid between their bodies and quickly undid Del's fly and slipped his hand into Del's briefs to caress his straining shaft.

John dropped to his knees and pulled Del's jeans and briefs down with him. Del kicked the jeans away and stared down at John.

"Suck me." Del ordered, putting the tip of his throbbing cock against John's lips.

John opened his mouth and relaxed his throat, letting Del shove his dick in. Del thrust roughly twice before he paused with John's nose pressed against his body. He held the position for a few moments, waiting until he knew John would be struggling to breathe, before he pulled back just enough for John to gasp around his cock. John took a second to recover before he started sucking on Del's shaft like it was the best lollipop in the world.

One of Del's hands rested on John's shoulder while the other had a death grip on his hair, and he turned to look at the mirror that made Ianto's closet door and watched as John's head moved back and forth, his cock sliding between John's lips.

John hollowed his cheeks and pressed his tongue against the underside of Del's cock, probing the tip whenever he pulled away. Del moaned in pleasure and started thrusting into John's mouth again, slowly picking up speed and strength until he was fucking John's mouth as hard as he could. John clung to Del's hips for balance but took everything the young man was giving him.

"Fuck, John." Del growled, tightening his grip on John's hair. "I'm gonna come."

John hummed around Del's cock and Del came with his next thrust, spilling down John's throat. John swallowed everything and made sure Del's cock was spotless before he let it slip from his lips.

Del pulled John to his feet and kissed him roughly, tasting himself mixed with John's unique taste. John moaned and sank into the kiss, happily giving control to Del.

Del broke the kiss and turned John around to face the mirror, ignoring John's unhappy mewl and pulling off John's t-shirt before pressing his clothed chest against John's bare back. John groaned as the soft material rubbed against his sensitive skin and Del wrapped his arms around John's waist, slowly undoing his fly.

"Wearing your invisible underwear again I see." Del said with a grin, pressing a kiss against the unmarked side of John's neck.

John pressed back against Del as his jeans hit the floor and he kicked them away, begging Del to touch him. Del gripped John's chin and forced him to look into the mirror as his other hand wrapped around John's throbbing erection.

"Look in the mirror." Del demanded, moving his hand from John's jaw to his chest. "Watch everything in the mirror, John."

John moaned and tilted his head to the side to give Del better access to his neck, never taking his eyes off the mirror. John's eyes closed as Del started stroking his cock but they flew open when Del smacked his chest lightly. Del stroked John's cock roughly while he pulled on and twisted his nipples, John watching everything in the mirror. John gasped and bucked against Del, feeling too much and needing to feel more at the same time.

"Please, Del." John begged. "Please."

"Come for me, John." Del whispered, his voice smoky.

John cried out as he came and Del sank his teeth into John's neck for a second time, leaving a bite to match the other side.

"Fuck, Del." John said, turning his head to capture Del's lips.

"Now that sounds like a good idea." Del said leading the ex-time agent to the bed.

Del pulled of his t-shirt and pushed John onto the bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him roughly. One hand teased John's nipples while the other trailed down his body to tease John's entrance.

"We need lube," John panted, breaking the kiss.

Del swore softly and rested his forehead against John's shoulder before he looked up grinning.

"Ianto will have some somewhere. Always the boy scout."

Del climbed off John and searched through Ianto's desk but came up with nothing. He looked around Ianto's room trying to find anywhere Ianto could have hidden lube and his eyes settled on the trophy that showed up out of the blue one day when they were in secondary school. He grabbed it and sitting inside the dented cup was a tube. Del held it up triumphantly and stalked back to the bed, pouncing on John - kissing him desperately.

Del quickly slicked up his fingers and slid two into John, knowing he would be relaxed and open, and John wrapped his legs around Del's waist. After he had stretched John a bit he slicked up his cock and thrust into John with one quick movement.

"God, John. You're so tight. It feels so good," Del moaned.

John dug his nails into Del's skin and thrust against him, urging him to move.

"Eager are we?"

"Hell yes! Fuck me already!" John growled.

Del pulled out of John almost completely before thrusting back in roughly. Both men grunted from the force of the thrust and quickly set a fast and hard rhythm.

The door was suddenly flung open. "Hey, Del, do you have an extra blanket in here? Mam invited Becca to stay and she's staying in the big room, which means I get the couch..." He stopped, mid-rant and stared at the bed, not believing what he was seeing.

"What the FUCK are you doing?" He yelled, trying to look anywhere but the bottom bunk.

Del paused and looked at his younger brother with a sneer. "Having sex, Yan. Has Jack never shown you how?"

"Why the fuck are you having sex in my bed?"

"Because you are in my bed. Alone. Now get the fuck out. Some of us have better things to do than argue."

Ianto glared at his brother and stormed out of what was rightfully his room, slamming the door behind him.

Del turned back to John and pulled him into a brutal kiss, pounding into him harder than before. Del reached between their bodies and gripped John's cock and with three rough pulls John came again, covering their stomachs with his seed. John clenched around Del and he came too, filling John before he pulled out and collapsed on top of him.

"Think he was mad?" John asked, reaching up to brush a stray hair from Del's now sweaty forehead.

Del smiled down and kissed John one more time before rolling between John and the wall. "Think I really care?"

"Not really. Not that I care if you care, mind you..."

"Where were you?"

"When?"

"Earlier – before you clomped in here. Where were you?"

"I was outside."

"You weren't smoking."

"How do you know?"

"Didn't smell it – or taste it – on you. So, what were you doing?"

"Are you jealous? Worried I might be on the prowl?"

"Not worried about that at all." Del put his arm over John protectively. "You aren't a cat."

John turned his head to look at him. "What if I told you I was talking to Jack? Worried now?"

"Not even close. I know I have more to offer you than Harkness ever could."

"Is that right?"

"Yep."

"What makes you so sure about that?"

Del closed his eyes for a moment as if in thought. "Because, John. If he had had more to offer you – you would still be in the treehouse."

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"Jack. Jack. Jack..." a voice called to him in the darkness. "Jack, you can't be here."

"But he is!" Another voice, soothingly familiar, joined the first. "I don't know how he found us – but he's here!"

"He can't stay. She was told to tell him. Why the hell is he back?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

Jack cracked an eye open and found himself looking at two people from his past – one looking very concerned and the other decidedly peeved. "Where am I?"

"You aren't where you're supposed to be, that much is for sure."

"Owen?" Jack tried to sit up, but found he was weighed down.

The former Torchwood medic stood, his arms crossed on his chest. "In the flesh. Well, not in the flesh, but you know what I mean..."

"Quit teasing him." The voice was behind his head, but Jack would know it anywhere.

He felt the tears before he could stop them. "Toshiko?"

She moved into his view with a nod.

"Tosh, I tried, I...I really did..." Jack's hands went to cover his face.

Tosh touched his hands lightly with her fingertips. Fingertips that felt so solid, even though Jack knew they couldn't be. "Don't. Don't do this. It wasn't your fault."

When she wouldn't let him cover his face, he closed his eyes. "But it was – if I hadn't let go of his hand..."

"Then it would have been something else."

"She's right, you know." Owen was there, his arm now slung casually over Tosh's shoulder. "If it hadn't been him, it could have been a Weevil or a Blowfish. Or an infected papercut..."

Tosh looked at Owen disapprovingly. "Don't."

"What? I was trying to help."

"Well, don't."

"I don't see what I'm doing wrong..."

"Owen!" Tosh put her hands on her hips, making Jack chuckle, before turning back to Jack. "Sorry about that. You know Owen..."

Jack smiled a sad smile. "What's going on?"

"Didn't Hessa tell you to go back once?" Owen snarked before getting another look from Tosh and shutting up abruptly. "Sorry."

"Hessa?" Jack sat up now, hands griping the edge of the surface he had been laying on. "How do you know Hessa?"

Owen was going to answer, but stopped when he remembered Tosh's last look.

"We just do. Everyone here knows each other," Tosh answered brightly. "We're all family here."

"Where is 'here'?" Jack inclined his head and arched his eyebrow the best he could.

Tosh shook her head, her hair falling in her eyes. "Can't tell you that."

"Come on, Toshiko..." Jack urged, holding his hands out to her.

"I can't, Jack, I can't." She took a step back.

"We're okay, you know," Owen's voice cut in. "Thanks for asking."

"You have to go now," Tosh's voice was sad.

"But I..." Jack tried to speak, but began to cough. "I..." More coughing, and then -

Jack was gasping for air, sucking large lungfuls in, even as the tears ran down his cheeks.

(Tiny other author's note: the 'Excalibur' bit? Yeah, when John says that to Jack in KKBB, Jack quick looks at Ianto. We don't see his expression, but one is quick to wonder why he looked that way at all...if you care to see the scene in question, message me - I cut it out to be viewed ineasy format - lol reseach...)