2

Ianto entered his quarters to chaos as the twins fought openly, Whitney throwing a book at her brother as Lucifer ducked and poked out his tongue. Ianto caught said book with a flick of the wrist before it hit the glass window.

Although the twins were six now, their little brother Nicolas (so called for Saint Nicolas of Christmas stuff since that is when he was made) was the one who sat with his little mouth puckered in a parody of his Tad.

"Nic, you have an opinion on this?" Ianto asked calmly of the child who was as tanned as him and his hair as dark. This child looked like Ianto apart from Jack's chin and the little flick of hair across his forehead that refused to stay in the tail he was trying to grow was also a Harkness trait that his older cousins from Gray shared.

"They are arsehats" the little one said, his time spent with Uncle Owie showing in the tepid response. The twins roared with glee at their baby brother, even as Jack's hand went to his stomach to soothe the next incoming little deviling.

This was to be a girl, something Ianto knew Jack was delighted with as Nic was not a cuddly little man at all, not a Daddy's boy or a Taddy's boy. Clearly, as shown here, he was an Uncle Owie's boy.

Ianto sighed as he settled to ignore the madhouse around him, not only his children, his sister Gwen's children but Owen's as well. The place was turmoil and when a toy hit Ianto in the back of the head, he was done, rising to head to his office where the kids were not allowed.

Ianto was halfway through reading a report when he heard a ping and looked up to see in incoming call on the screen. He clicked accept and smiled as his father's face came into view "Hello there Sir."

"Hello yourself" came the cheeky reply, showing where Ianto got it from. The old man's hair was almost snow white but a few flecks of blue showed his Bladesinger heritage. Like Ianto's dark with red flecks, they were like yen and yang.

"Jack was just talking about you earlier, he has the latest scans of the little petal to send through to you, I think he is going to send them later" Ianto smiled, then his smile faded slightly "What's wrong?"

"Well, nothing is wrong… not really. I do have a slight request that I totally understand you might have to say no to given Jack's condition" Whitt said with a grimace.

"What do you need?"

"I am going to be presented another medal for my long service. Usually I do not have family present but… if possible… I would like you there to represent my side of the room. To openly declare you my son and heir." Whitt explained.

Ianto froze. "Excuse me?"

"I want you to come visit me, come and put on your best outfit and represent" Whitt repeated slowly.

"Are you kidding? They would just let me… a Meatstick clone… swan into one of the most prestigious events?" Ianto laughed.

"It's a Universal Degelational Gala. Anyone and everyone who is the leader of a planet will be there. Kings, Queens, Hive Bosses, Tsars… why not a Devil? You are not Meatstick, you and I both know you are unique. Time they did too, right?" Whitt asked with amusement at Ianto's confusion.

"You should go!" Jack said with a nod of his head from the doorway "I can't travel and don't care to be in a room full of people I probably ripped off at some stage in my youth, but you should go, take John and a few of the men for security. Really lay it on, when they realize the Devil himself is there they will all be soooo pissed."

Ianto pondered his, and then headed to their uniform makers, maybe they could make him a ceremonial style thing? Whatever that would be? Ianto had no idea.

A Meatstick… a representative.

What a hoot.

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John was standing there enamored with his own arse on display in the tight pale cream jodhpurs. The red strip up the leg led to the matching red jacket, clinched around his waist. His black boots were knee high and shining.

"I look fucking… fuckable. I would fuck me" John said gleefully, turning again as he found another mirror in the reflection to give him a better view of another side of his gorgeousness.

Jack agreed that he looked fuckable and then lost all control as Ianto stepped out of the dressing room with a look of discomfort, pulling at his own Jodhpurs.

Ianto's were black. The outfit was almost completely black bar the red piping that was the same brick red as the planet itself. The red sash across one shoulder, done to clinch at his hip where the sword's scabbard was attached also had red and black tassels.

"I am not sure about this, it's so flashy" Ianto said as he stepped behind John and Jack watched John's face change as he looked at his companion.

"Oh my goddess" John breathed, slowly turning to look at the rear that was usually hidden under the Dust Devil coat that had to keep the dust out of cracks and such, if ya know what I mean.

"It's sort of … tight here, not great for squatting" Ianto muttered as he pulled at the crotch and glared at himself "I did not realize my shoulders were so broad."

"Handsome, strong shoulders Mi' Lord Devil" came the soft reply. "we can adjust the pants, you want room for dancing?"

"You know, we have to sort that too. I am not a king, what am I? They announce you when you enter as these things and I will sound silly being announced as just me" Ianto frowned at himself.

"Well, we call you the Boss, Head Honcho and sometimes we call you The Devil so… not helpful?" John asked then laughed "Shit. You own the place, you are the boss. Technically, you ARE king, right?"

"Commander?" Jack asked.

"Yes. Head of State, Commander. I like that but… it's Harkness Jones, not just the Meatstick name of Jones that I feel I need to keep for everyone else that carries it. I am joining my life with you, I want your name." Ianto swung to face Jack, "and you take mine."

"Done. Did we not already sort of do this? Oh, you mean officially. Yes. We are all connected now right? We are Legion" Jack shrugged.

"And we are many" Ianto replied with a grin.

They had no idea what was coming… did they.