AN: Thank you to my beta Inusagi. I feel like I my grammar skills are improving.

So this chapter is like half smut. Just a warning.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood

Rating: R, MA

Warnings: Smut, which means M/M sex. Also, slight torture.

Capito- Italian for "Got it"

Second AN: Taamar Beta read this again. She's awesome.

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Ianto leaned against the kitchen counter and watched his older self make coffee the next morning.

"You're going to have a fun night tonight," Iden said.

"Is it going to involve sex?" Ianto asked, staring straight ahead.

"What do you think?" Iden said with a slight smile before Sarah walked into the room carrying Ruby.

"When are you going to release Sean?" she demanded, putting the baby in her high chair before going to stand in front of Iden with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Sarah," Ianto warned.

She looked at him and narrowed her eyes, then turned back to Iden, "He didn't do anything wrong!"

Ianto put his coffee down sadly, and then grabbed Sarah by the arm, pulling her from the kitchen into the hallway. She tried to pull away, and she almost succeeded because she was a lot stronger than she had been when Ianto relocated her but Ianto was still a bit stronger.

He shoved her against the wall. "What the fuck is your problem?" she yelled.

"You don't ever—ever!—yell at the Minister," Ianto shouted angrily.

"He's holding Sean for no good reason!" Sarah yelled back.

"I don't care!"

"Of course you don't," she said, arrogant in the way only a teenager can be.

"Sarah, I had to watch my future wife die yesterday, I don't have time for your selfishness!"

Sarah rolled her eyes and Ianto felt his last bit of control snap as he slapped her across the face.

They both stood in silence for a moment. Sarah was holding a hand to her cheek and looking at the floor. Ianto was trying to figure out what had possessed him to hit a girl.

"Just like Jason," Sarah whispered moments later.

Ianto felt the urge to slap her again, but he resisted. "You need to go to your flat and stay there until I say you can leave. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," Sarah said, scowling.

"Good. Go!"

Sarah retreated quickly.

"You did the right thing," Jason said. Ianto looked down the hall to see his Guardian peering at him from behind the staircase.

"Funny, it didn't feel very right," Ianto snapped.

"Of course not, but one day she could disrespect someone who doesn't care about her, and she would get worse then a slap across the face," Jason said walking forward. "You have to teach her before she gets herself hurt even worse."

"Well, I am never doing that again," Ianto said voice full of defiance.

"Fine, don't… use a different technique that works for you," Jason said with an I couldn't care less shrug of his shoulders.

"Anyway, we're about to have a small meeting in the dining room concerning last night," Jason said, his voice turning more sensitive.

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The feeling in the dining room was depressing. Iden sat in front of a laptop at the end of the table. Jason sat next to him, then Adrian. Ianto sat across from them.

"Adrian, do you have the list of the relocated from Cardiff?" Iden asked.

Adrian shifted through a few papers in front of him then handed Iden a handwritten list of names.

"How many?" Ianto asked, his voice breaking a bit.

"Too many," said a small voice at from the entry of the dining room. Ianto turned his head to see a red faced Tink walk into the room.

Iden got up and walked straight to the ancient girl, picking her up into his arms. She clung to him and sobbed into his shoulder. "Shh…" Iden soothed, rocking her back and forth.

"Seventeen from Cardiff. Thirteen Americans. Twenty-two Peruvians. Two from London." Jason whispered to Ianto.

Iden walked to stand at the front of the table still holding Tink, whose sobs had quieted. "We have three rifts without leadership now."

"Mia?" Ianto question.

Jason shook his head and rubbed a frustrated hand over his eyes. "Gina… relocated her."

Ianto closed his eyes to force more tears back. There was a moment of silence.

Iden cleared his throat. "I trust the four of you, more than you know.

"Tink, I need you in Salem. Take Joy with you. I need you to do interviews with all the Children there. Pick out who would make them a good leader.

"Adrian, I need you to do the same thing in Peru."

"No, I want him to stay here," Jason said.

Iden sighed. "Jason, I promise he'll be okay, and he won't be gone long." He turned to his younger self.

"Ianto, I need you to help Jason here while Adrian is away. I will be heading to Las Vegas. There's so much to do there." Iden sighed and gently put Tink on the ground.

"Can I send someone with Adrian?" Jason asked, as if Iden hadn't moved on. Iden nodded.

"What about Ruby?" Ianto asked, afraid of the answer.

"She's coming with me. I'm sorry Ianto, I can't leave her here, I don't know how often I'll be able to come back."

"Of course. It's what I would do," Ianto said, smiling slightly at his own joke. He knew Ruby would be safe, but it sucked that he would get to see her as much as he was used to.

"Okay, so those are the long term plans, let's discuss the short term. " Iden cleared his throat. "Jason, I need you to figure out if Sean is innocent or not. Adrian, you did a great job dealing with all the bodies. Thank you. Now head to bed."

They watched as the Frenchman nodded and shuffled sleepily from the room before Iden spoke again.

"We need cover stories for all those who have been relocated. Anybody have any ideas about that?"

Ianto was staring at the table and drawing circles with his finger when he realized everyone was looking at him. He looked up in surprise.

"What?"

"We're pretty good with cover stories, but I know a person who is a bit better than us," Iden said casually.

"Tosh?"

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Ianto was happy to see his best friend when she arrived at the mansion.

"This is posh," Tosh said, looking around the grand foyer.

"Yeah, Jason is a bit flashy."

"I can see that," Tosh said, with a small smile. "So, what happened?"

"We had a bit of a coup," Ianto answered, his voice small. He started to lead the way to the dining area where Iden and Tink were.

"How many cover stories are we talking?"

"Fifty-four."

"That's a small coup, is it?"

Tosh stopped dead when she saw Iden. "Hello, Toshiko."

"Wow. I mean, I was expecting you to look exactly the same, but… wow…" Tosh said with pure amazement. She then noticed Tink. "And who do we have here?" she said like she was talking to a small child, which in her mind she was.

"My name is currently Tink and I am not a child," Tink said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry. I'm still a bit new to all this," Tosh said apologetically. Ianto pulled a chair out for her and she sat down.

"Ianto, what time is your plane supposed to arrive?" Iden asked.

"4:30, sir," Ianto answered. He instantly felt weird for calling himself 'sir'.

Iden looked at his watch. "Okay, so you have two hours. Go help Jason."

Ianto took that to mean "go make sure Jason doesn't kill Sean."

"Alright. Let's get down to business," Iden said as Ianto left the room.

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Ianto inwardly groaned when he stepped into the basement and found Jason and Sean in the same room Jason used to train Ianto in.

When Ianto walked in Sean was tied to a chair and Jason was standing by a table of shiny objects, ones that had, thankfully, never been used on Ianto. Actually, Ianto remembered Jason saying he had never used them at all, so he instantly knew Jason was using them as a scare tactic.

"Hey, Ianto. I was just introducing our friend here to a few of my toys," Jason said happily.

"How thoughtful of you," Ianto said. He walked to the table and picked up a small knife. He then turned to look at Sean.

"Please, don't leave me in here with him again. Please! He's insane!" Sean sobbed.

"There doesn't look to be a scratch on you." Ianto said in mock confusion.

"Yet," Jason added.

"Tell us what you knew and when you found out, and you'll be given a second chance," Ianto said simply.

"I didn't know anything!" Sean exclaimed.

Ianto was positive the kid was lying. He walked over to him knife in hand and knelt beside him. "See, you really should be begging Jason not to leave me alone with you, not the other way around. I watched my wife die yesterday and I'm a little…on edge today." Ianto put the knife against Sean's cheek. "I am very tempted to carve the word 'liar' into your cheek here. Wouldn't that be something to live with for eternity?"

"I'm not lying," Sean sobbed.

"You know, maybe I'll start lower," Ianto said. He used the knife to cut the boy's t-shirt down the middle, revealing that the kid had a six pack. Ianto ran the cold blade down Sean's chest. "Tell me what you know."

"Nothing," Sean answered.

Ianto cut a small straight line on the boy's chest.

Sean let out a scream. He was being dramatic. The cut was no worse than a small cat scratch.

"Okay, okay," Sean said as he broke. It hadn't taken him long at all, his guardian should be ashamed."He was planning the takeover before we came, but he didn't discuss it directly with me. I overheard him talking to Ryan."

"Do you know if anybody else was involved, anyone still in Vegas?" Ianto asked.

"No, I just heard that one conversation. They didn't even say anyone's name."

Ianto looked back at Jason. Jason nodded. They were in agreement that that was all Sean knew.

"Okay. Thank you very much. Someone will be back to get you later, after the Minister had decided what your fate will be." Ianto said diplomatically. He and Jason left the room.

Ianto made it as far as the stairs before he was shaking too much to go any further. He sat down. Jason sat beside him.

"Well, that was unexpected," Jason said casually.

"Yeah, I… don't know what came over me," Ianto stammered in shock.

Jason put an arm around his shoulders. "You did well. The kid's fine. All you did was scare him."

Ianto nodded. That was all he did. He didn't lose complete control, even though he wanted to. Sean had known what was going to happen and he had done nothing to stop it.

"What do you think Iden will do with him?" Ianto asked after a moment of silence.

"What would you do?" Jason asked.

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It was raining when Jason dropped Ianto off at the airport. Ianto hardly noticed it. He had one thing on his mind: Jack. He needed to be with the man as quickly as possible. As soon as he saw the first passenger get off the plane he was supposed to be on he practically ran to where Jack had promised to park.

Ianto had never been happier to see that big black SUV. He opened the boot and threw his bag in, then quickly got in to the back seat where a naked Jack was waiting for him. Actually, a naked and possibly sleeping Jack. Ianto was never certain if the man was actually asleep.

Ianto took his clothes off quickly then positioned himself between Jack's legs on the floor board. Jack smiled down at him.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Jack, I have a confession to make," Ianto said, trying to keep his face serious.

Jack leaned up in the seat and put his hand under the Welshman's chin. "Go on," he said with a slight twinkle to his eyes.

"I was very bad while I was away," Ianto said, trying to look ashamed.

"What did you do?"

"Every time I took a shower, I would think about you. I would…envision your hand around me, stroking me until I came shouting your name," Ianto growled.

"Oh, you're a very bad boy," Jack said, pulling Ianto up and onto the seat next to him. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." He gripped his hand into Ianto's hair and pulled him into a deep, demanding kiss.

The immortal broke the kiss and began to trace a path with his tongue down Ianto's neck. "Do you want me to teach you a lesson?" he whispered against the horny Welshman's skin.

"Oh, yes," Ianto moaned.

"What kind of lesson?"

"A hard, rough, I-won't-be-able-to-sit-for-weeks lesson," Ianto pouted.

Jack pulled Ianto over his knee. "Oh, your captain can make that a reality," he said his voice laced with amusement before he slapped Ianto's ass. Ianto moaned.

Ianto watched Jack's hand search between the seats of the SUV for the lube and felt like he had won the lottery when Jack found it. Jack slapped his ass again.

"You're going to ride me like the bad boy you are." Jack growled, then pressed two lubed fingers into Ianto's ass.

"Yes, sir," Ianto moaned, feeling thankful that Jack was giving him exactly what he needed.

Once Jack decided Ianto was ready he pulled his fingers out and slapped Ianto's ass again. "Get on me now!" he demanded.

Ianto wasted no time straddling Jack and impaling himself with the man's hard cock. Jack moaned and put his hand on Ianto's hips to control the speed of the thrusts.

"I missed you so much," Jack moaned.

"I missed you, too, Jack," Ianto managed to say through his heavy breathing. "I need you to come in me, Jack. Make me yours again. It's been too long."

"Are you mine?" Jack rasped, increasing the speed slightly.

"All yours," Ianto said. He could feel his orgasm building. "Oh, fuck," he growled into Jack's shoulder as it hit him like a brick wall.

Jack slowed the speed. "Oh, yeah. Oh, you feel so good, with those muscles clinching around me," Jack whispered then he removed his hands from Ianto's hips. "Make me come, my bad boy. Make me come hard."

Ianto took that to mean "ride me like your life depends on it" and began to set a ruthless pace that turned Jack into a moaning and grunting mess until he came, shouting out Ianto's name.

Ianto rested his head against Jack's chest while he waited for his breathing to come back to normal. When it finally did, Ianto got off of Jack and reached for his trousers.

"Did I say your lesson was over?" Jack asked, grabbing the pants out of Ianto's hand.

"No, you didn't," Ianto said, trying to hide his grin. He watched as Jack got dressed.

"Okay. I'm going to drive and you, my dirty boy, are going to sit naked in the middle here so I can see your perfection in the rearview. Once we make it to the hub, I will continue your lesson. Capito?"

"I didn't know you spoke Italian," Ianto teased as he got in the middle seat and buckled up.

Jack shrugged. "I had a boyfriend once…" he began but stopped when Ianto frowned. "Not important," the immortal said with a grin, then climbed forward into the driver's seat.

There was something extremely exhilarating about riding naked in a car through the streets of Cardiff—the feeling of getting away with something. Knowing he could be caught. Ianto would look into the rearview mirror and see Jack's eyes staring at him. He tried to give the man a show the first time he noticed the man's eyes on him, but Jack nearly ran off the road, so Ianto was now being good.

"Would now be a good time to ask for a raise?" Ianto teased when he caught Jack staring at him again.

"Anything you want," Jack said.

"Well, I could use a new car…"

"I got you an Audi. A brand new one. Black," Jack said seriously.

"You did not?" Ianto said, surprised.

"Well, Torchwood did," Jack said, shrugging. "But I will get you seat covers if you touch yourself again."

"Funnily enough, I don't want seat covers," Ianto deadpanned.

"How about that raise? I'll give you that raise." Jack teased.

"Ianto Jones would never whore himself out for a raise, sir." Ianto said.

"What about my bad boy? He would whore himself out for a raise," Jack pushed.

"Yes, well your 'bad boy' isn't returning until we are safely at the Hub."

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Ianto sighed in relief when Jack parked the SUV in the small garage. Jack got out of the car first and opened the back door. Ianto hopped out. Jack pressed him face first against the SUV. "Spread your legs. I need to check and make sure you aren't packing any dangerous weapons before I let you into my base." Jack teased. If Ianto wasn't so turned on he would have probably called Jack out for being corny.

Jack went to his knees behind Ianto. His breath was hot over the Welshman's bare skin. He gently bit Ianto's ass cheek then moved a hand between his legs, grasping the erection he found there.

"Oh, this seems dangerous," Jack moaned.

"It is," Ianto breathed out.

Jack stood up and turned Ianto around. "I can't let you take a loaded weapon into my base."

"Unload it then," Ianto growled.

"No, I wanna watch you do that."

"Well, I need some lubrication, sir."

Jack got on to his knees again and sucked Ianto's cock into his mouth. He took care to coat it liberally with his saliva and then he pulled away and stood up again. "There ya go."

Ianto gripped his erection and began to slowly stroke it. "It may be too much for me to handle alone, sir," Ianto moaned.

Jack moved closer to Ianto and put his hand around the Welshman's and began to make him stroke faster. " I'll just have to help you, then," he growled in his lover's ear. Ianto could only moan in reply.

Jack continued to increase the pace of the strokes. Ianto was digging his fingers into the older man's shoulder with his free hand. "God, Jack… I'm sorry, I…" and then he came for the second time that day, all over Jack's hand and button-up shirt.

"That's okay, baby," Jack said as he continued to milk Ianto for all he had. He then took a step back and licked his hand. "You taste so good," Jack said with a leer..

"Alright, I want you in my office bent over my desk and ready to be taught that lesson," Jack said as he continued to lick his hand .He nodded toward the exit when Ianto showed no sign of moving.

Ianto smiled and went on his way.

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Ianto bent over the desk and shivered slightly as the cold leather of the office blot touched his skin. He wondered if Jack would beat his record of the number of orgasms he can give Ianto in one night. The standing record was 7, and Ianto had had to call in sick the next day.

"Oh, Mr. Jones, you have been absent from class for a whole week, what do you have to say for yourself?" Jack said in a professional tone as he walked into the office wearing nothing but a smile.

Ianto couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Jones, it is extremely disrespectful to laugh at your sexual education teacher." Jack walked behind Ianto and ran a hand over his ass. Ianto watched out of the corner of his eye as Jack grabbed a ruler out of the pen holder. Ianto only had a moment to register that before the ruler was brought down onto his ass.

"Fuck," Ianto yelled.

Jack bent down so Ianto could see his face. "Did I do it to hard?" he asked, sounding worried.

Ianto smiled, "No, Jack, I've had way worse."

Jack frowned and put the ruler back in the pen holder. He ran a hand gently over the spot where the ruler had touched Ianto's skin, then without much warning he pushed into Ianto's entrance. Ianto moaned.

"I only want to give you pleasure," Jack growled as he pounded into his Welshman.

Jack was achieving his goal, because Ianto was in total bliss. He yelled out Jack's name as his third orgasm coursed through his body, then he let himself collapse onto the desk,exhausted, willing his breath to return to normal.

"You're going to be the death of me Jack Harkness," Ianto mumbled into the desk.

"Oh, but it will be a good death," Jack teased, rubbing his hand up and down Ianto's back.

"I need a shower," Ianto said after a few minutes. Jack helped him to his feet and they made their way to the employee showers.

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Ianto let out a moan as the hot water beat down on his muscles. "Hey, you're only supposed to make those sounds for me," Jack teased as he poured body wash onto a puff.

"Sorry," Ianto said, not sounding sorry at all. He sighed as Jack began to gently wash his body and leaned back into the other man's chest. "This is one of those moments, Jack."

"Yeah," Jack said, kissing the side of Ianto's head. He eased slowly away from the younger man and moved to stand in front of him. He kissed his lips gently. "Every moment with you is one of those moments, Jones, Ianto Jones."