"Seriously Jack … what have you got yourself now?" the voice sounded ancient and Ianto turned to find an old man shuffling towards them that was not at the viewing. Everyone else was gushing over Athena as Gray and his wife held the room with their joy. Without a second thought, Ianto rushed to offer his arm and the old man cackled softly as he accepted it, allowing Ianto to lead him to a chair. "Good boy."
"Great Grandfather. This is Ianto Jones. A registered Brood Mare. He had eight confirmed Males birthed already" Jack said with pride "He is over 50% Jones bloodline!"
"You don't say… rare" the old man squinted and Ianto leaned in close to let the old tired eyes drink him in "Well now… let me see those eyes. Ahhhhhhhh…. Yes. Handsome. I see the golden halo. Yes… he is almost pure Jones. "Well done, you will get a male heir from him for sure!"
Ianto smiled and the old man sighed "Ahhhhhhhh…. Yes. Careful here, my heart cannot take too much shine!"
Ianto laughed, the term an old fashioned one to describe lust or desire. Ianto leaned down and kissed the old paper thin skin of the old man's hands. He reminded him of his own grandfather, long since gone and for all the pain he caused he had been loved by Ianto.
Jack was almost giddy as he danced about, ignoring the woman who stood with her hands on her hips sucking air through the gap in her teeth as she watched Ianto fold a blanket over the old man's legs that she hated with a passion. Old bastard would not die.
They entered the main room to find a reception already in progress, Jack racing to make sure the celebrant knew how to pronounce Ianto's name as he wanted their wedding done quickly after Gray's elaborate one. Laughter filed the room as many commented that this was supposed to be Gray's special inclusion. Gray of course found it a hoot, saying that he and Jack did so much together, mating Breeders at the same time was meant to be. Kismet. He was sure it would bring them good luck, kissing Mary before stepping forward to bow to the man who would bind him to the Brood Mare for the months (hopefully) it would take to seed her.
Ianto stood close to his cousin Athena, both of them taking in the room as they allowed themselves to be examined and declared good stock. Ianto found a lot of elderly there, this family is old and so large that their elderly were given preference.
Still, Katherine Harkness stewed as she saw Jack being more attentive to Ianto than Gray was to Mary who was being a good sport about the new woman in their bed. THEIR bed. Ianto having Jackson to himself did not bode well for her plans to get Nanny Gwen wed to Jack.
She saw her chance as Ianto excused himself and headed to the restroom. She stepped into the room behind Ianto and closed the door as he swung with surprise at being followed in, especially by a woman.
"Do not dare to presume that you are a member of this family." The Harkness matriarch had a voice that could freeze fire it was so cold.
Ianto blinked with confusion "Madam…. I am here to provide. I will please my Mate and provide.. then I know my fate. I assure you."
"You are nothing more than a brood mare with one single solitary job to perform," she sneered. "Once you have provided my son with a spare child, Jackson will return you to the Breeding Services so that you may continue whoring yourself out."
Ianto could only nod as she stared at him a moment linger, and then she pushed from the room as he clutched at his chest to calm his heart. Then he heard the toilet flush and the door swing open to the cubicle, the man that emerged not one he knew.
"Don't' worry about her. She's an old bitch" the man said with a sneer "I am Owen. One of Jack's friends… no one is good enough for her liking. She only likes those she can control, like Nanny Gwen… the soulless bitch. At least he chose you, not Gray. That poor breeder woman is in for a world of hurt until she squeezes out a son and can get pinged back to the breeding stables. Mother Harkness is only beaten by her mother-in-law, old mother Harkness. Do NOT get left alone with either of them OK? They do not like that neither of them produced an Heir… did you know that? Franklin is of a Breeder, same as Jack."
"Wait… were they Jones too?"
"Yep. Now you get it?" Owen giggled.
"The threat is not that I can produce… it is the fact I remind them of those that came before me. I was jinxed before I even got here" Ianto sighed. Great.
"Don't worry. They hate everyone. Wait until you see Katherine the Great around me. She fucking hates me ya know. Not that I care. Hate her too, the old bitch. As hateful as my own mother!"
Ianto decided that he liked this man.