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Ford slammed Jack against the shelves, causing several artifacts to rock with the impact and Jack grunted as the lips on his neck started to peel back, allowing gentle nips.
Jack groaned and felt his knees buckling with the overload of pleasure as his trousers fell to the floor.
He gripped the shelf and let his head fall forward against them as Ianto rubbed his crotch against Jacks' wanton butt cheeks.
Ford's nose was cold as it nuzzled behind his ear and Jack grinned as his 51st Century scent filled the enclosed space.
Then he was roughly pulled back to present his arse.
Jack whimpered as he felt a finger breach him and Ford hummed as he licked, nipped and huffed, added fingers before entering him and filling him in such a way that he was knocked breathless.
Ford gripped his hips and slammed into him again and again, his teeth now breaking the skin as he held Jack immobile with the grip on the back of his neck and Jack's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he shot his cum over the artifacts on the lower shelf.
Ford stepped back and swore as he rubbed his hands over Jack's back and Jack moaned as he straightened up and turned to face him.
"Fuck. That was amazing, I mean …" his voice tapered off as he looked into the brilliant blue eyes blinking slowly as they transformed back to their normal shape.
"Wow" Jack whispered, "You're a … wolf? A lycanthrope?"
"Shit" Ford said shakily, "That was not supposed to happen."
"No shit Sherlock!" Jack snorted with anger, then felt it dissipate as Ianto's eyes widened.
"Sorry" Jack laughed, "Private joke in the crime world, your little brother is so well known. I didn't know how often I used it until now. Sorry."
"Well, I suppose he does come up now and then" Ford laughed shakily.
"You … We really need to talk about this" Jack said again.
"I'm not a werewolf" Ford said after a pregnant staring contest, "We … the rift brought our kind here. We hid amongst them …the werewolf world as best we could but even they feared us. We did not come alone."
"Bounty hunters?" Jack guessed.
"Sort of" Ford nodded, "Their orders were to seek and destroy. Our father took out five, then fell. My mother was wounded and I was left to protect my brothers as we hid in the bloody countryside. The three left hunting us thought she was dead and came after us."
"Was she?"
"No."
Ford's face showed closure to that question and Jack nodded as he accepted the polite shut down.
"You and your bothers took them down?"
"Lock was just a little pup so Crofty protected him as I attacked the first one. It gave them the confidence to take on a second one."
"And?"
"That's when …" Ford grimaced and Jack knew he wasn't going to like it.
"No more lies." One whispered, the other echoing it moment later.
"That's when Torchwood arrived and scooped up me and the last scout" Ford sighed, looking away.
"Wait, all that story about Mycroft getting you out of …. And needing to sell you because … lies?" Jack gaped, "Are you telling me you played me again?"
"Oops?"
"Ford? The story about the Chula …"
"True!" Ford grimaced and shrugged, opening his arms wide. "Only way they could contain me."
"A truth within a lie" Jack whispered, "The prefect way to make a lie more believable. Gods, you really did find a lot of my drunken rambling in the old files to play my weaknesses so well."
"How could I have known then" Ford said softly.
"Known what" Jack snapped as his temper flared.
"That you were from Boeshane but not of Boeshane. How could I have known that you are of Franklendish descent?" Ford said sadly, "Only now, only after we first coupled with me as alpha do I know you are compatible as a mate."
Jack looked up with shock as the reaction to Owen's jibe suddenly hit home.
Mate?