5
"Bormeth" Luc said softly as he tightened his grip on Rhiannon's arm, "He is the Front Man for the Procession. Father draws near, this… piss stain comes to prepare. Klorix is already scrapping and bowing. Watch. I believe I see my father's successor."
"Cousin right? Not a brother?" she asked softly.
"Yeah, the crown is taken in battle if not from a deathbed" Luc whispered, "He challenged Father four year ago, why he limps. I think he now wants to see if he can do a deathbed snatch. He will not get another challenge and will do his best to stop anyone else from one as well. Anyone he sees as a threat he challenges. If he does not kill them, he cripples. Plays dirty. You can only challenge someone once. If they win, you will forever be their servant if you were not killed."
"Oh my, he's not met our brothers has he" she snorted, "don't be afraid Luc. Nor for them. Ianto would eat him and spit out the little pips between his legs."
Rhiannon was surprised at herself when she first heard herself talking this way but had gently fallen into the speech of Luc's people, by that afternoon she was capable of holding a conversation as well as arguments with the other women without feeling foolish. Now it felt right to do so, after all she was his. Right? Even if she could now claim him publically as hers. Right?
"I thought Klorix is the one to be worried about" Ianto's voice was soft and Luc tried not to jump as the small, unassuming man stood beside him with his gentle long blonde hair waving in the wind. He looked like one of them, just another Viking and unless he had spoken Luc would never have known but those vowels … that voice was like a good song. Recognisable.
"Another face brother?"
"Jack is asleep and I did not want to come back down without him. I heard the vehicle and wanted a look. Is this your father's front-man?" Ianto asked, "I know you said the entourage would come first, then him."
"He needs his entrance, doesn't work without people there to cheer for him" Luc snorted as more vehicles started to roll in.
"Now … Bore something right?" Ianto canted his head and was more recognisable now, "The one who killed his wife when she bore a stillborn son?"
Luc blinked, "I didn't make that connection. Bore. She Bore a dead son … His name is a Bore. Yes. Isn't that weird. The Gods have a weird sense of things. He beat her … the baby died from his fists. He told everyone the Gods did it when the baby came out dead and bruised. The women knew of course but no one wanted to challenge him."
"So I shall call him that. Bore." Ianto nodded then smiled softly, so strange on an unfamiliar face, that soft smile that Luc felt warming his heart as it always did. "I will go back up, Jack is stirring."
"You know this?"
"Yes. I feel him." Ianto nodded then walked confidently towards the house only to have a man call out to him.
"I would be careful going in there, the men are … unclean" a man was motioning and Ianto stopped walking to turn and face him with surprise.
"Really?"
"Not natural" the man nodded "A man lying with a man … like … like animals."
"Really?" Ianto was amused, "What sort of animal? Like … Herne?"
The man went to speak as Ianto canted his head again, letting his hair move to show small horns on his head, "Well? Do tell."
The man swallowed thickly as Ianto stepped inside, letting the air shimmer like he was entering an oven then closing the door. Jack found him leaning against the door laughing.
"What are you doing, you playful imp?" Jack asked as he tied his bathrobe, "You look naughty."
"Yeah" Ianto sniggered as he let himself become his true identity again, "A little naughty. Cariad, they have a problem with same sex couples. You know I will have to have some fun with that. Luc and Rhiannon deserve a nice little naming ceremony but if they want to play … I will fuck shit up."
"Horns?" Jack pointed and Ianto grunted as he reached up and felt them.
"Oops, forgot those"
"Leave them!" Jack said as he grabbed for Ianto, "I like that. My own personal little devil called love."
"A song that, 'Devil Called Love' ya know. Love that song" Ianto sighed as he let Jack feel him up a bit, "Jack? Want another round?"
"If ya catch me ... ya can have me" Jack purred then took off, Ianto going to follow and then finding Jack had tied him to the door handle with the belt of the bathrobe.
"You call me a devil" Ianto laughed as he untangled himself, "You had better run mister"
As Ianto popped into the bedroom in time to catch the man slamming into the room Jack screamed with glee.
"Oh no! You win!" Jack cried, "Means I have to top!"
"Wait. I win so you top?"
"Yeah. Your turn to bottom" Jack snarled and Ianto grinned.
"Oh. Right. Yay."