Title: Mine
Author: brella_owul
Team Players: Ianto,Jack,bitty Owen
Disclaimers: All owned by BBC and RTD of course !
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-15 there's a swear or two but pre-pwp so safe
Summary: Jack's staking his claim
* Had a headache so needed to build fluffies to heal my poorly head :-)

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It had been a heavy night Ianto thought as he wearily steered the SUV through the darkened Cardiff streets. Tosh and Gwen had headed straight home from Ponty where they'd brought down a small enclave of three Weevils. Jack had, with some trouble, brought in the one still-living specimen that now lay subdued in the back along with the bloody corpses of the others. Owen rode in the back of the SUV watching them both carefully. Both men could feel his eyes upon them as he watched for signs of intimacy - like a dirty old letch thought Ianto. Jack was holding gauze to his face wounds; they continued to bleed although his arms were already healing.  Ianto himself bore a three streak scratch from the living weevil that possessed long, thick talons but his blood had clotted and dried to a sticky scab. The cut to his mouth was far more troublesome and as it throbbed agonizingly he could taste the iron in his blood. If anything it was their wounds that helped Jack and himself disappoint Owen - neither could comfortably smile let alone get through the discomfort to flirt.

'You'll need stitching Ianto' Owen muttered 'that cut won't come back together alone'

'Right' Ianto managed as he steered the SUV into the hub-park

'I need more gauze' Jack said between winces 'but my hands are ok now'

'You'll heal before I can treat you Jack' Owen yawned 'you always do'

Owen slunk off to fetch the trolley and body sacks as Ianto opened the rear of the SUV and Jack took control of monitoring the wild Weevil's movements.
'You know, you look hot as hell when you're messed up' Jack said casually

'Really?...' Ianto asked before he could stop himself  '...I mean God! I'm injured Jack you pervert'

'It's not perverted to think your man is sexy' Jack said softly as he ran a finger down Ianto's spine and hooked it into the back of his trousers

'Your man?' Ianto swallowed

'Yeah...you are mine aren't you?' the Captain teased

'Yeah umm well I....'

'Oooh come on, say your mine' Jack teased his hand snaking round to Ianto's zip, the Welshman jumped

'Owen'll be back in a minute'

'Well hurry up then or do I have to ask permission from your dad first ?'

'No!'

'Do I have to ask you out on a date?'

'No'

'Umm OK 21st century...21st century...categories, sexualities, inequalities, STD's.... I can't remember exactly but I'm pretty sure this is right'  he said turning Ianto around and holding his face in his hands. Tentatively he kissed the Welshman's lips and then his nose and then his eyelids before rubbing his cheek against him and whispering into his ear
'I want you Ianto. I think you're an amazing creature, you make me horny as hell and when I see you my concentration goes – hell if I slept that much I'd be back to having wet dreams !'

Ianto smiled nervously, blood flushing his face before racing to his cock.

'If I was girl' Jack continued 'I'd be giggling at you all the time and writing your name in love hearts'

Ianto pushed him away as they both laughed and he thought for a moment he might be delirious with blood loss or that if he wasn't then Jack was; but now the man he adored was looking deep into his eyes and running a rough fingertip across his lips gently
'I'm not sure I can blush as much as a girl can...or you can for that matter! But I'll do what I can...'

 'You don't have to do anything' Ianto tried but he had been relegated to audience

'I can do kisses...' Jack said gently pushing his lips to the uncut side of Ianto's mouth '...and I can do music' 
He took Ianto arms and swung him around gently as he sang 'I want you baby, and if it's quite alright...'

Ianto laughed and looked into the crazy blue eyes, he was speechless but his open mouth seemed to spur Jack on,
'I can even do poetry umm Ianto' he said clearing his throat and throwing his arms wide as though performing Shakespeare on stage 'I want you badly, I miss you madly and I would give you head quite gladly'

Ianto's eyes widened and Jack laughter turned to winces as the few unhealed marks on his face stung.
'So, all these wonderful things considered – are you mine?'

'Yes' Ianto said softly, tracing Jack's wounds gently with his fingertips before leaning in to kiss him on his bloodied ripped cheek

'Yeah ?'

'Yes I'm all yours'

'Good that means I can do this then' he whispered and grabbed Ianto's ass pulling him into a hug.

Owen rounded the SUV and stopped 'For fucksake!' he spluttered

Ianto jumped back and fixed his eyes on the medical trolley but Jack with bravado held his arms out wide and smiled as best he could at Owen
'What? I figured that's what you've been waiting for, if you'd given me a few more minutes you might have caught some hot man on man action' he winked as Owen put his fingers in his mouth and pretended to throw up.


With a living but subdued Weevil locked below and the corpses left in the freezer for Owen to chop'n'check tomorrow, Ianto powered the hub down and made his way to Jack's office
'I really need a week with no bloody Weevils' he smiled carefully, the fresh stitches feeling tight and sore on his lip

'Hey' Jack smiled 'its you, remind me again...you're mine right ?'

'Yes' laughed Ianto 'you won me with that appalling excuse for a poem'

'Ahh well...poetry runs out of steam round about the 23rd century'

'What?'

'Yep, there's haikus but that's it. Good thing too I say, poems take too much time and some of them don't even rhyme...hey you get that one?'

Ianto raised an eyebrow

'So anyway Ianto Jones...if you are all mine then I get to play with you and do whatever the hell I want'

'I'm not a toy!'

'NO...do you wanna be?' Jack suggested in his filthiest tone of voice

'Depends on the game I suppose' Ianto smiled then stopped as he noticed the raised scar on Jack's cheek. It was only a couple of inches long but pink and raised and it looked far bigger on the largely flawless skin – he reached out to stroke it
'What's this?' he asked

'My scar' Jack said neutrally looking deep into Ianto's eyes

'But you heal, you don't scar. I've seen you, you always just heal'

'It is healed' Jack smiled 'it's my Ianto mark'
He looked seriously at the Welshman and watched his confusion give way to realisation

'That's where I kissed you'

'Yeah – you bled on me, into me even I guess'

'So it hasn't healed properly?'

'No, it's healed perfectly' Jack ran his fingers over the scar 'your blood mixed with mine means I heal just fine but with an added bonus – like I said, my Ianto mark'

'Does Owen think its permanent?'

'Oh yeah, it would've gone by now if not'

Ianto stroked the scar again 'I like it' he breathed and ran the tip of his tongue along it before kissing it lightly

'Hmm me too' the Captain breathed

Ianto looked appraisingly at the scar again 'No. I mean I really like it' he said

'And you called me a pervert?!'

'You are' the Welshman said almost absently as he stroked the scar with his knuckles

'You too if you get off on scars'

Ianto refocused on Jack's eyes 'I didn't know I did – I think it's only this one but...'

'But what ?' came the tease

'But that scar really makes me want to fuck you senseless'

'Ianto!' Jack stepped back in mock surprise 'is this you?'

'Yes it's me and I want to mark you some more'

'You've marked me forever' said Jack tenderly as Ianto bent into him for a deep kiss.

As they broke Ianto smiled wickedly and stroked Jack's cheek again
'Well I guess if you have this, then you must be mine too'

'Hmm maybe' the Captain chuckled

Ianto looked at him in mock fury but before he could say anything more Jack took hold of either side of his open collar and pulled, tearing his shirt open and sending buttons popping onto the floor
'You know, I told you an hour ago I want you' Jack grinned 'so strip now or I'll wreck the whole suit'

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Clear blue eyes looked lustfully into Ianto's own; they twinkled with mischief and promise. The Welshman looked away and took in his scattered clothes that had been flung around the room in Jack's impatience to strip him.
'That was a Manzoni suit you've just abused' he muttered

'Hmm' Jack grinned appreciatively 'really? Well of all your suits, I like your birthday suit best and that's the one I'm gonna spend tonight abusing'
Ianto blushed a little and raised an eyebrow 'Shut up and get naked too'
'Wanna help me?' the Captain purred, slipping off his braces
'No. I want to watch'

Jack grinned and held Ianto's gaze as he stripped his clothes quickly and finally freed himself
'Better?' he asked approaching his lover and pressing his naked body against him, the skin to skin contact making them both catch their breaths.
'Much' Ianto whispered and kissed his Captain's lips gently.



His hand caressed over Jack's smooth chest, across the nipples that stiffened at his touch and then slid down to the older man's hard shaft. He stroked his finger through the pearly pre-cum that appeared at its tip and felt the shudder this caused; then raised his finger to paint the small pink scar on Jack's cheek. The cum made the scar shine as it caught the light and Ianto quickly swooped in to lick it completely clean. The taste of Jack's essence added even more to the intoxication he felt from the scar alone.

'God I love kinky Welshmen' Jack groaned and Ianto moaned against his neck in response. He pushed his cock closely against Jack's and held him tight as he trailed his tongue over and over the marked face 

'No more kinky Welshmen except me' Ianto said firmly, placing his mouth against the scar as if to bite but not quite bringing his teeth together. 

'No?' shivered Jack, closing his eyes 

'No. This...' Ianto repeated his scar painting ritual 'is MY mark, you're mine'


'Actually...' Jack started as he broke free and placing his hands on Ianto's shoulders he walked him backwards the few steps to the bed before pushing the Welshman's willing body down onto it. He moved astride Ianto's chest and kissed him deeply whilst his hands searched beneath the bed for the feel of cold discarded steel, ah there it was – handcuffs. The younger man allowed his hands to be manoeuvred and Jack's smile widened as he reached to fasten the service-issue cuffs to Ianto's wrists.

'...it's you that are mine!' Jack's voice caressed Ianto's ear.
He moved to kiss his way up each smooth thigh and as he reached the warmth that joined them, he licked enthusiastically enjoying the soft moans of Ianto's pleasure. Jack fondled Ianto's balls, feeling how heavy and high they were, before bringing his mouth to work on the jutting erection. He ran his tongue along the prominent vein and hollowed his cheeks as he increased his suction.



Ianto moaned and writhed as Jack's wickedly talented mouth tormented him, lights flashing behind his closed eyes and hot wet suction driving him to the brink. He felt Jack slide a finger into his mouth alongside Ianto's shaft and he whimpered, unconsciously spreading his legs wider in invitation. A slick finger teased at his entrance and Ianto stiffened slightly, trying to bear down on it until it slid fully inside and rubbed firmly at his most sensitive spot. He arched off the bed and moaned Jack's name as his cock throbbed with the need for release.
'Aahh fuck!' he panted as the Captain's tongue made a final lap of his shaft

'Good idea' Jack grinned and moved away from Ianto's body to stare at the wanton, writhing creature that moaned for attention. He released Ianto's wrists, caught up in the thrill of causing such need in his lover; looking deeply into the eyes that were dark with desire. He wanted to see Ianto thrash unrestrained beneath him when the younger man came; he wanted to see the change in Ianto's eyes as he entered him. 

'Want you now...' Ianto panted '...need to feel you making me yours' 

'Oh you will' Jack breathed as he crawled up over the Welshman's body and lunged down to bite at Ianto's shoulder, marking him in return with a souvenir of their passion. The shudder and moan from the man beneath him caused Jack's cock to jerk, letting warm pearly drops fall onto Ianto's abdomen. 

'Jack please...fuck me!' the Welshman groaned




Jack lubed himself up and then used his finger to gently prepare his lover. He crossed the moaning Welshman's legs at the ankle and pushed them back; opening him wide and ensuring that Ianto could do nothing other than lie back and accept his attentions. Jack positioned himself at the glistening entrance and pressed inside almost folding the younger man in half. He moved slowly at first to allow Ianto to become comfortable with the long, thick shaft filling him but the heat inside and the Welshman's moans were too much and he began to thrust hard, deep and fast. Jack's mouth covered Ianto's and his tongue delved between his lover's lips in time with the thrusts of his hips. He felt a hand grip his arm with deceptive strength, the other clutching the bedding as Jack ruthlessly exploited Ianto's weakness with every powerful surge into the smooth muscled ass. He felt every inch of his cock gripped tight, Ianto clinging to him with every forceful thrust.

'God Jack," Ianto panted 'Too much. Need to cum, please. Let me cum' 

'I want you Ianto' Jack's voice was more of a feral sound 'I'm gonna come inside you. I'm gonna make you mine'

Jack pushed forward further, Ianto's knees being pressed so far back that they pushed on his shoulders. His thrusts became shorter, faster, jabbing insistently as Ianto bucked and moaned with need. Jack slid his hand to fist the Welshman's cock and bring him to orgasm. With an expert flick of his finger, Jack released Ianto's shaft and felt his blood surge as the younger man shouted his name as he came. The cum covered both their bodies, reaching as far as Jack's lips where he licked at it hungrily. Now Jack felt the heat in his loins increase and spread, amazing sensations were just a thrust away –he stilled himself and locked eyes with Ianto 

'Mine' he growled 

'Mine' the Welshman panted in response and with a primal shout the Captain lost control to his orgasm. Ianto's body was still convulsing from his own climax as he felt Jack shoot hot wetness inside him. Moaning roughly as his cock pulsed one last time, Ianto went limp as Jack's hips continued to thrust into him.




Finally spent, Jack closed his mouth over the fluttering pulse at the pale throat and he sucked hard, Ianto groaned and twisted away but the Captain held fast. Satisfied with the fresh deep red mark, he moved to allow Ianto's legs to fall to the mattress and balancing most of his weight on his forearms awaited the Welshman's return to consciousness, planning a long hot bath to alleviate the aches he knew were inevitable from their passionate love-making.

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