A/N: Warning: Graphic man on man action. I almost cut this chapter because it doesn't really further the story, but it has two or three lines I really like and it gives me an extra day to keep working on the rewrites of the later chapters. (I'm looking at you chapter 13! Get your act together and tie those plot devices together!)

Chapter 11 – Conjugal Visit

Ianto's new old friends waved as they climbed into the lawyer's van. Ianto and Jack waved back. As soon as they were out of sight, Jack grabbed Ianto's hand while they walked into the car park. Ianto had never held hands with a man before, but he didn't protest. It was one of those rare moments of affection that he yearned for while fearing. Ianto wished Jack came with an instruction manual.

"That was interesting," Jack said settling in the driver's seat. "I have to say, seeing you behind bars was kind of hot." He leered at Ianto.

"I knew you had a prison fantasy!"

"I was thinking about conjugal visits," Jack said laughing. "Not that I'd let you go to prison," he added.

"I've been told I'm too pretty for prison," Ianto said remembering his previous conversation with Tom and Dylan.

"Absolutely! Young, fit, and pretty – you'd be a walking target!"

They drove in silence for a minute.

"I'm really sorry, Jack," Ianto said. "I was trying to have a little fun..."

"No," Jack interrupted. "I'm sorry. I had some time to think while I was waiting for you last night. I take you for granted." He swallowed and licked his lips. "You were right. I need you." Ianto smiled.

"So you couldn't find clean clothes this morning."

"These are clean," Jack said laughing. "I think." He pulled into a parking spot in front of Ianto's apartment building.

"Okay, well, I'm still sorry. I was worried you might have needed me when you called everyone in and I couldn't join you. I swear, I got the text, stood up to leave, and in came the cops!"

"Yeah, according to the file Tosh pulled up they made a tactical decision to arrest you before you had a chance to commit another heinous crime. They thought your anxiety at disobeying orders from the boss would make you easier to break, too. They don't know my Ianto!"

Jack turned in his seat and looked seriously at Ianto.

"The emergency wasn't anything too severe, was it? I'm not going to go back to the Hub with buckets of Weevil blood to sop up or anything?" Ianto had been trying not to worry about it, but worry was a part of his nature. "Everyone's okay?"

"Oh yeah, fine. I didn't really call everybody in for an emergency. Just you."

"So no aliens sucking spinal fluid out of unsuspecting humans," Ianto interjected.

"No," Jack said sheepishly, "more like me wanting Ianto sucking..."

"Got it," Ianto interrupted.

"I was waiting for you to leave so I could call you, but you weren't leaving. It seemed a little late for a card game when you had to be at work at 8..."

"Wait, how did you know I was still there?" Ianto didn't think he'd like the answer.

"I was watching the GPS signal on your phone. I thought you might have left your phone there accidentally. I sent the message. A few minutes later you were moving, but when you weren't moving in the right direction I wasn't sure what to think. When I still didn't hear from you by 5, I got worried and called in Tosh and Gwen. They found you were at the police station, but there wasn't a lot of info. Then Andy called Gwen and said you were a hitman and some special SOCA group arrested you while you and your gang were plotting some kind of mischief. Then Tosh searched on their database and found out you were Jaunty Jones, person of interest."

"That seems a little...obsessive." Ianto didn't want to admit he was a little flattered that Jack had been worried and gone to such lengths.

"Well, I felt bad about arguing with you. You're right. I've been stressed. I've been taking it out on you."

"Sure, but you didn't have to make me think we were being invaded!"

"No, but..." Jack sighed unable to look at Ianto. "This sounds so stupid, but I didn't believe you when you said you were going to play cards with friends. I thought that was an excuse. When I saw you weren't home, but at a place called Dylan's I thought you were...I thought you were having sex with your new barber."

Ianto laughed so hard his lungs hurt.

"Sure, it's stupid in retrospect, but you had lunch at that restaurant..."

"Which I told you wasn't a date," Ianto said.

"Yes, but I didn't believe you. Hey, I didn't believe you had friends, either! So when you were at Dylan's barber shop for hours I thought you must have found something you liked other than the haircut. I thought if I called you, you wouldn't answer, but I knew you wouldn't neglect your duty no matter how angry you were with me."

"And what," Ianto asked, "were you going to do when I showed up and there was no emergency?" He let the other thoughts running through his head pass. He wasn't going to start a fight when Jack had just as much ammunition as he did.

"I was going to feign ignorance and offer to let you spend the night since it was so late. Then I thought I'd get you to tell me about this Dylan guy and then I'd show you why he doesn't begin to compare to me. It wasn't a great plan, okay? It's...well, I wanted you and I was, you know, I'm not used to the idea of you having things to do other than me."

"So you were jealous," Ianto said smirking.

"No, I was concerned and a little mad and a little lonely. I was worried. Your phone was at the police station, but you weren't in their database. Were you dead? Did the police take your phone as evidence? You don't know how relieved I was to find out you were arrested for being a mafia burner!" They laughed and Jack grabbed Ianto's hand. "Like you could be a killer!"

"I could! All my friends think so. Tom says I have the look about me," Ianto said.

"Yeah, your friends who have been lifelong criminals. I'd forbid you from seeing them, but gangsters are adorable at that age!"

"Forbid me," Ianto asked.

"Strongly suggest," Jack amended. He smiled and let go of Ianto's hand after a final squeeze. "Why don't we go inside before your neighbors get suspicious?" He opened the door.

"Whoa, what makes you think you're coming inside?"

"Because coming in the car will definitely alert the neighbors," Jack joked. "Come on, I sprang you from the big house! I admitted I need you! The polite thing would be to invite me in, brush your tobacco stained teeth, and have sex with me and I know Jaunty Jones likes to be polite."

"Well, I do need to brush my teeth," Ianto said exiting the SUV.

Ianto wasn't sure it was a good idea to give in to Jack so easily, but he knew it was inevitable that he would. Jack had a power over him that made resisting him impossible. His momentary pride at rejecting Jack the night before was dwarfed by the joy of having Jack admit to needing him.

Before he could tell Jack to make himself at home, Jack made himself at home. Jack hadn't been there often and never by invitation. He had planned on this being a Torchwood free zone. Jack didn't seem to understand and certainly didn't respect that idea. Jack grabbed the remote and stretched out on Ianto's couch.

"Shoes off," Ianto said. He was pleased to see Jack sit up to remove his shoes.

Ianto left Jack to channel surf. He brushed his teeth, showered, and brushed his teeth again. He tied a towel around his waist and went into his living room.

"Anything good on?"

Jack looked up and turned the TV off. He opened his arms.

"Not compared to what I'm looking at. Come keep me company."

"I don't want to get my couch wet," Ianto said walking over to said couch.

"I'm sure it's scotch guarded." He beckoned Ianto to come closer. Ianto put his hands on his hips.

"Of course, but you aren't."

"I'm willing to take the chance," Jack said leering still lying back on the couch.

Ianto interlaced his fingers with Jack's and straddled his hips. He flattened their chests together and kissed Jack. It was a slow, lingering kiss with his tongue meandering languidly just inside Jack's parted lips. He reluctantly sat up, returned for another peck, and sat up again.

"These braces have to go," Ianto said pulling on Jack's suspenders. "I have delicate skin." Jack raised up, slipped his arms out of the braces and undid his cuffs.

"I should probably remove my shirt, too. Wouldn't want you to get scratched by my buttons." He pulled his shirt tail out of his trousers.

Ianto pushed him flat and slowly began unbuttoning Jack's shirt. He could feel Jack's cock throb beneath him.

"Feel free to hurry up," Jack said thrusting his hips. Ianto peeled Jack's shirt open. He rubbed his hands over Jack's t-shirt feeling the warmth from the skin beneath bleeding through.

"I've only been out of jail for an hour. I'm still delirious from the freedom." He bent down and rubbed his unshaven cheek against Jack's smooth one. "When you're in stir you miss the simple pleasures like puppies, a child's laugh, 51st century pheromones..." He nuzzled Jack's ear then sat up and ground downward on Jack's lap. He bit his lip to keep from moaning.

Jack gasped and grasped handfuls of Ianto's towel.

"Mmhhmm, Ianto! Incarceration has made you a hard man." Jack ghosted his fingers over the towel until he reached the part covering Ianto's erection. He rubbed Ianto through the towel.

Ianto hissed. He leaned forward and kissed Jack hard. Jack's hand, trapped between them, gripped Ianto's cock and pulled against the towel. They parted panting. Ianto sat up and climbed off Jack in one fluid movement. Standing by the couch, he readjusted his towel.

"Now is a good time for you to take your clothes off," Ianto said. Jack propped himself up on his elbows.

"I thought you wanted to take your time and luxuriate in the joys of your newly won freedom."

"Yeah, sounded better in my head."

Jack reached for Ianto's towel. He stepped back and banged the back of his leg against the coffee table.

"Seriously, Jack, I'm way too close. You get undressed and I'll calm down." He stood arms akimbo and took several deep breaths. Jack sat up on the couch.

"Or...," Jack said tearing off Ianto's towel. He grabbed the back of Ianto's thighs and pulled him closer. His mouth latched onto the underside of Ianto's erection. He sucked up to the tip then took Ianto deep without losing suction.

Ianto grabbed Jack to stay upright. Once he regained his balance, he put his hands in Jack's hair and, on a whim and thinking of all the times Jack had fucked his mouth, pulled. Jack growled and took Ianto down his throat. Ianto shouted and, with difficulty, pulled out of the wet vacuum of Jack's mouth.

"Sit down on the coffee table," Jack commanded breathing heavily. Ianto didn't move. "Here, on the edge." Jack tapped the narrow side of the rectangular table closest to him.

Ianto, who didn't believe in sitting on tables when clothed, found it difficult to disobey Jack when he was naked. He wanted to suggest the bed, but he could tell Jack had his heart set on another hard, uncomfortable table. He sat on the edge.

Jack put two fingers in his mouth and sucked them in and out. He moaned sensuously. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He twirled his tongue around his fingers. Once Ianto was seated, he pushed him backwards with his dry hand.

Jack swirled his tongue around Ianto's tip as he had his fingers. He bent his head to the side and licked Ianto's balls. He flicked his tongue against Ianto's perineum and dribbled some saliva. Jack returned his mouth to Ianto's shaft. He rubbed the saliva along Ianto's perineum with his wet fingers.

"God! Fuck! Jack! Oohooo!"

Jack rubbed his fingers in a circle over Ianto's anus. He sucked Ianto's cock hard and pushed a finger inside.

"Jack! Don't aaagggg!"

Jack pushed his finger in deeper and brushed against Ianto's prostate.

"Fuhfufuffuhfaaaa!"

Jack wiggled his finger in a come-hither motion scraping across Ianto's gland.

"Shwaaaargg!" Ianto banged his head against the table as he came in Jack's mouth. Jack stilled his finger and swallowed. He held Ianto's cock in his mouth for a few moments while Ianto's leg muscles spasmed. He let Ianto fall out of his mouth.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Jack kissed Ianto's thigh.

"Mm hmm," Ianto said too relaxed to form words. He took several deep breaths and found his voice. "That was amazing." He started to sit up and realized Jack's finger was still inside him. As if Jack knew what Ianto was thinking, he wriggled his finger.

"Nawwf!" Jack laughed at Ianto's exclamation.

"Have I found Ianto's new favorite thing or is that Jaunty talking?"

"If you don't take your finger out of my arse, you are going to give me a heart attack."

Jack pulled his finger outward slowly, but instead of removing it, he added a second finger and pushed both inside. He carefully avoided Ianto's prostate.

"Jack," Ianto moaned. "Please..."

"Is it too much for you," Jack asked. He kissed Ianto's thigh again then nipped at the soft flesh.

"Oh yeah, too much, way too much." Jack twisted his fingers. "Jack!"

"It's not too much. You just need to relax," Jack said scissoring his fingers. He tongued Ianto's scrotum and continued stretching him open for a few moments. He slowly pulled his fingers out and stood.

"Help me up, Jack. This table wasn't designed for this."

Jack took off his shirt and t-shirt.

"No, you're fine." Jack undid his trousers. He raised an eyebrow at Ianto and removed the rest of his clothes.

Jack bent down by the side of the table and kissed Ianto. Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack's back.

"Ianto," Jack whispered.

"Yes, Jack," Ianto replied trailing his hand down Jack's abdomen.

"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass until you can't remember your name." Jack sucked on Ianto's earlobe. Ianto struggled to sit up, but Jack held him down.

"I really don't think that's something I..."

"Trust me. You wanted to have a little fun, right? You liked my fingers." Jack kissed Ianto's ear. "You're going to love my dick." He fished a small bottle out of his pile of clothes pooled on the floor. He poured some liquid on his hand and coated his cock. "If we were in prison you wouldn't get this kind of prep treatment."

"I see you've thought about this," Ianto huffed gesturing at the bottle.

"Only every minute since I heard you were in the big house. If the team wasn't at the Hub, we'd be doing this in the shower room."

Between Ianto's legs, Jack sank to his knees again. He pushed a finger inside Ianto again. He stretched him some more and spread the lube. He added a second and eventually a third finger.

"Jack! Oooh! I really think...this isn't...my thing..." Ianto knew his protests sounded hollow as he groaned and bucked, chasing Jack's fingers as he removed them.

"It's going to hurt a little at first, but once you get used to it, all you'll be able to think about is how good it feels." Jack pushed his cock against Ianto's opening. "Nice, even, deep breaths." He manhandled Ianto's legs into a better position and pressed forward slowly.

Ianto's mind went blank. Tears welled up in his eyes. He was vaguely aware of Jack's voice telling him to breath. He was regaining coherent thought when Jack pulled back to the very edge slowly then pushed forward deep and fast. Ianto saw stars.

"You're so tight...so good...oh my God...Yan...to-oh..."

Ianto's eyes finally regained focus. He watched the rapturous look of concentration on Jack's face. His eyes were closed and his face flushed. Jack chewed on his bottom lip as he rocked in and out with a slow, steady pace. Seeing Jack so involved and intent made him moan. Jack opened his eyes.

"You like it," Jack asked punctuating the question with a hard thrust. His movements became faster. "Hard...to hold...back...Want you...uhmmmnnn...want to..." Jack pushed Ianto's knees towards Ianto's chest. Jack growled and pounded into Ianto.

Ianto grabbed the table over his head. It didn't hurt any longer, as Jack had said, but the sensation was overwhelming physically and emotionally. It did feel good mostly. He thought Jack might be right about it being his new favorite thing.

The fullness and rubbing against his prostate intermingled with sharp jabs at the gland was one thing. His mind was another thing. Jack always aroused strong waves of emotion in him, but this was like a tsunami. Maybe it was giving himself to Jack in a way he honestly thought he never would or maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was the feeling of being possessed by Jack. It was probably a combination of things many of which Ianto didn't want to think about.

Regardless of what the specific trigger was Ianto felt lost and found at the same time. His love and hate for Jack was sharpened and even more polarized. His desire to be connected to someone collided with his need to be alone. He was too exposed while being smothered.

As his chest tightened, Ianto was aware of the result. He was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Fra...bos...zawk! Zahhhhh!" Ianto knew those words, whatever they really were, as Jack's orgasmic battle cry. The dichotomy between the pride he felt at bringing Jack to ecstasy and the shame he felt at being Jack's catamite was crushing him. After a final push and moan, Jack collapsed on top of Ianto turning the crushing sensation physical.

"That...was great," Jack mumbled against Ianto's chest.

"Can't...breathe..."

Jack unplastered himself from Ianto and stood. He held out his hand to help Ianto up from the coffee table. Ianto's sweat slick back stuck to the table with a near vacuum tenacity. He made it to his feet, but his legs wouldn't hold his weight. He collapsed on the carpet.

"Whoa! You okay, soldier?" Jack sank to his knees at Ianto's side and wrapped an arm around him. He reached for the discarded towel then eased Ianto back until he lay on the floor on top of the towel. Jack placed a hand on the center of Ianto's chest.

"Nice, even, deep breaths, Ianto," Jack said softly, but with a hint of amusement. "It'll be easier next time. The table wasn't my best idea."

"Can't believe we did that," Ianto said after what seemed to him to be an eternity. He was breathing easier, but his stomach was in knots. His internal turmoil was more under control, but it was replaced with embarrassment.

"Can't believe we didn't do that sooner," Jack said cupping Ianto's cheek. "Why don't we take a shower, maybe a little more fooling around, maybe a little nap, a little lunch, and then we can go back and you can clean up the mess from that time space vortex that opened in my room yesterday."

"You mean alien temper tantrum," Ianto said, briefly covering Jack's hand with his own. He wrapped his other arm around Jack and pulled him close. In spite of Jack's plan, he thought the shower could wait.