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Jack woke to Ianto climbing across the bed, his hands shaking as he reached for Jack's cheek as he leaned in to kiss him.

The kiss deepened as Ianto groaned and Jack pulled him into the bed, their bodies sliding together as Jack's nakedness met Ianto's.

Only a single pair of Boxers between their excited members.

"Jack" Ianto gasped, "God, please."

"Please what?" Jack panted, "Please stop?"

"Fuck that" Ianto roared, "In me, God, Jack, My Cariad…. Oh …. Jack."

The last word said softly as their eyes met and Jack saw the confusion lifting.

"Cariad?" Ianto whispered.

"Yeah?" Jack whispered back.

"Why are we in here?" Ianto frowned, "Why are we not in our room?"

Jack let a sob escape as his love looked back at him, fully returned as he frowned in that sweet way Jack loved.

"Oh Ianto, you left me" Jack sobbed, "I was so scared."

"Oh god!" Ianto sobbed, pulling him into another kiss that soon had hands involved.

Ianto didn't even register the boxers coming off as Jack grunted and growled, his teeth nipping and teasing as a finger breeched Ianto's defenses.

Ianto threw his head back and barked with delight as another finger joined the fun and soon he was grinding against Jack, being finger fucked into the mattress.

"You" Ianto gasped, "Need you"

Jack grunted in response and swapped his fingers for his throbbing penis, pushing in and waiting for Ianto to adjust.

Then they started to move, the room full of the heady aroma of sex.

So familiar.

So good.

Home.

Ianto came lustily crying out, his deep voice pulling Jack along for the ride.

Then they lay debouched, laughing softly.

"Cariad?"

"Yeah baby."

"You don't mind that … I'm a fella again?"

"Oh Ianto I love you. YOU. Male, female … a head in a jar … I love you." Jack laughed softly.

"A head in a jar?" Ianto laughed again, "You say the weirdest things sometimes ya Twypsn."

Jack relaxed as he held that familiar man in his arms and wept.

It didn't matter that it was a male body, not female.

Jack realized that it was true.

It didn't matter.

As long as he still had Ianto, he would take whatever he could get.

His beautiful mate.

They were drifting now.

Ianto rubbing his shoulders as Jack snored softly and Ianto stared at the ceiling as he decided this was better for Tosh, this room. Owen downstairs so that when Andy stayed as well ….

Andy.

Ianto frowned as the last few days came back, Andy …. Gwen.

Ianto felt his blood start to boil as the earlier visit suddenly came into stark relief.

Jack had been fucking Gwen.

And she hadn't been affected when she accepted the deal.

Fucking bitch.

Ianto lay with his eyes blazing as he considered all the things he was going to do to her.

He must have tightened his grip on Jack because he moaned and shifted in his arms.

Ianto sang softly as he stroked his forehead and schemed.

Bitch.

Nobody plays in my fucking ball pit!