Ianto was warm and comfortable, cocooned in strong arms with a firm body pressed against his back. He could feel heat radiating from the splayed fingers of the hand that rested on his abdomen. His cock twitched as the scent of Apple Blossom filled his nostrils.

"Huh?" he thought, "Apple Blossom?"

He kept his eyes closed as someone stroked his hair; unsure what he was most afraid of, finding out it was just a dream or discovering that it wasn't. When he did eventually open his eyes it was to gaze into familiar blue ones. He blinked. Neither man spoke for several minutes until Ianto broke the silence.

"So, you're back," he whispered coldly.

Jack winced at the tone. He wondered if coming back now was such a good idea.

"How did you find us?" Ianto asked.

The immortal lifted his arm.

"Our wrist straps," he explained, "they're linked from when we were partners in the Time Agency."

He glanced over Ianto's shoulder to where John was still firmly snuggled against the younger man's back.

"So," he said, "I suppose this means..." he let sentence hang as his voice trailed off. He looked away.

"I didn't know you were coming back," Ianto retorted angrily.

"I know, I didn't mean..., oh never mind, it doesn't matter. How are you Ianto?"

The younger man frowned.

"but it's only been..." he paused, "how long has it been?"

"A month or two, how long for you?"

"A few days. But how is that possible? I thought your wrist strap didn't work...oh," his face hardened as realisation dawned, "You've been with him." He sounded bitter even to his own ears.

As his eyes became accustomed to the darkness however, he noticed something off about the other man. His palour was more greyish than pink and his eyes had taken on a slightly deadened quality.

"Something happened," he said, bitterness turning to concern, "while you were away."

Jack sighed and covered his face with his hands. He let out a gentle sob and Ianto reached over and touched his knee.

"look at me," he said, bitterness turning to concern.

Jack lifted his head and the Welshman shifted a little, pressing himself further against his sleeping companion. He raised the covers and nodded at the space he'd made.

"What about him?" Jack asked.

"He won't mind."

"Are you sure?"

John fidgeted a little. He let out a groan and turned around, fluffing up his pillows before settling down again with his back to the other two men.

"Get in the damn bed, Jack" he growled, "some of us are trying to sleep here."

TWTWTWTW

When Ianto woke again, he was assailed by so many overwhelming sensations that he couldn't think clearly. The twin scents of dark chocolate and apple blossom, two aromas which in no universe should go together, mingled tantalizingly causing his cock to twitch for the second time that morning. He lay on his back. A hand, not his own, was idly playing with one of his nipples while another hand, also not his own, stroked at his inner thigh. He moaned, and the hand on his nipple moved to the back of his neck. He felt someone crawl up his body and a quick kiss was planted on his lips. He opened his eyes and gazed at John who pulled away and grinned wolfishly at him before laying back down. He turned his head and looked at Jack who was mirroring John's position on his other side, leering at him with an equally wolfish grin on his face.

"Oh," Ianto squeaked, he coughed and tried again, deepening his voice, "I mean, 'oh.'"

Jack barked out an amused laugh.

"What's going on?" Ianto asked.

"We had a talk while you were asleep," John replied.

"and we've come to a decision," Jack went on. He leaned forward and sucked at the sensitive point just below Ianto's right ear.

"Ah," Ianto gasped, "Erm, I I'm...not sure..."

Whatever he was going to say was lost as his capacity for rational thought was taken away by John nibbling on his left ear lobe.

"Trust us," Jack said, punctuating his words with tiny kisses along his jaw line, "you. will. love. it."

"H...How, erm. How," Ianto stuttered, "...Look just stop a minute will you," he pleaded.

Both of the former time agents ignored him as they continued to lick and nibble and suck their way down his torso. John took one of Ianto's nipples into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth causing the Welshman to squirm and shout out.

"Madagascar!" he yelled.

Jack pulled away immediately, backing off and holding up his hands. John however, stayed firmly wrapped around Ianto's body although he did stop what he was doing.

"Huh?" he frowned, looking at Jack.

"Safe word," Jack mouthed, soundlessly.

"Ah."

John unwrapped himself and moved away.

Ianto took a couple of calming breaths then pulled himself up the bed so he was sitting with his back resting against the headboard.

"As I was saying," he said, "how do you expect me to trust you when I don't even know your real names."

Jack sighed.

"Ianto we've been through this. It's drummed into us at the Academy. One of the earliest things we learn, right after 'don't cause a paradox,' is never, ever tell anyone your real name. It's why John and I never slip up and call each other anything other than Jack or..."

"Jamal," John interrupted him "Jamal Hahn."

Jack glared at him through narrowed eyes.

"What?" John argued, defensively.

"Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make out like I'm the bad guy. I'm only following the rules."

"Following the rules?" John scoffed, "the only time you follow the rules is when it fucking suits you, Jotham."

"It's not Jotham, It's Jack," the other man snarled, through gritted teeth, "Jack Harkness."

"No it's not., it's Jotham fucking Hunter, you pompous ass. There I said it, and has the world ended," he cocked his head to one side as if listening for something. "No?" he went on, sarcastically, "Really? Now there's a fucking surprise."

"Yeah, well..." Jack started.

Ianto never heard the rest of whatever it was Jack said as he sighed and edged his way down the bottom of the bed. He wondered if fighting was like some kind of bizarre mating ritual for the pair of them. They'd more than likely spent the last god knows how many years fighting and fucking their way through time and space. He doubted they'd even noticed he'd left as he made his way to the bathroom. The argument showed no signs of winding down.