Title: Possession is Nine Tenths of the Law
By: Jessie Blackwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Unfamiliar Ground, 2) That Went Well...
Warning: ongoing series. Explicit for adult theme. Alpha/Beta/Omega universe, mpreg and possible knotting (not decided yet) in future chapters.
Disclaimer: Characters owned by RTD and the BBC. I don't own any of it, except maybe the idea for the story, etc. etc. etc., no infringement of copyright intended, no money being made, etc, etc. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Summary: In the 51st century Jack joined the Time Agency to avoid his fate as an Omega. Now on Earth in the 21st century, he inhabits in a world before humans have evolved into Alphas, Betas and Omegas. Until he meets a certain Welshman, that is, and realizes that everything is beginning to change. Well, it is the 21st Century.

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Jack woke to find that finally the horrendous feelings of need had subsided but left him feeling wrung out and disgusting. He dragged himself out of his bunker and padded down to the washroom, standing under the shower for ages, letting the hot water pound his skin until it tingled. He had managed to stave off the worst of the craving using some...toys. There was no other word for them. They were not the same though. He had only experienced one Alpha in his life and Captain John Hart had been the best. Unstable, maybe a touch psychotic, but he had cared. Their daughter had died unborn though, courtesy of the hard life they lead as a Time Agents and the chaotic effect time travel had on the body. It was shortly after that when Jack had left, running into the Doctor, and then being resurrected by Rose. Now it seemed she had condemned him to be an Omega for all eternity. Oh, joy.

Three days isn't a lot to think things through, Ianto thought morosely. Although he actually found that the prospect of being a dad didn't scare him as much as he had thought it might. He worried about Jack though, although he didn't need to worry about him on a physical level. The man never stayed dead but if he got pregnant, then would that apply to the baby as well? Logic told Ianto that it wouldn't, based upon what he knew of Jack's ability. Ianto needed to talk to him about priorities. They needed to talk about a lot of things and soon.

Watching the sun set over Cardiff, sipping coffee and letting his mind drift, Ianto let himself wonder what it might be like to leave Torchwood. If the reason was right, I would, he thought, imagining what it might be like to bring up their kids, to hear children's voices, laughter and cries, echoing around a proper home, not this empty flat. He knew he would end up being the house-husband; it was a foregone conclusion and actually made more sense. Jack would never be a stay-at-home dad. No dashing off again with the Doctor though, not when we have kids, Ianto decided.

When he returned to work, Ianto turned up early, hearing the shower in the washroom on full, sniffing the now-faint scent of Jack as he went about his ablutions. Mm, Ianto thought, a wet Jack. Now there's a nice thing to start the day. He went about brewing the coffee and making tea for Tosh, lining up the mugs as he usually did. Jack's blue and white striped one, his own white one with the Torchwood logo (seriously, someone had actually had Torchwood mugs printed), Tosh's flower print mug, Gwen's red one, Owen's black one. As he was pouring, Jack came into view, glanced his way very briefly, then made tracks for his office, not venturing to speak. Maybe doesn't trust himself, Ianto considered.

By the time Owen's coffee was made the others were arriving and he went round handing out the drinks, making small talk. Owen cast him a look but didn't say anything. He took Jack's coffee in last, closing the door behind him. "Morning, sir," Ianto said conversationally, placing the mug on the desk. Jack just grunted. "Jack, we need to talk..." Jack looked up at him but his eyes were haunted. Sleepless nights and hormonal stress will do that to you, Ianto supposed. Jack actually reminded him of his sister shortly after David had been born, so tired she looked wrecked, all hormonal and exhausted. Ianto took a seat and waited, sipping carefully. Jack just looked at him. "So, Jack, I've had time to think things through a little," Ianto began, then his voice failed him. God in Heaven, how can I do this?

"You don't want this, do you?" Jack said eventually, defeat in his voice. "Can't blame you, really. It's a lot to come to terms with, this Alpha Omega crap. I thought I was out and away, but here you are...a real prototype Alpha, scenting me again..." There was resignation and hurt in Jack's voice. He dropped his gaze away from Ianto's. God, but the man looked vulnerable. It was so unlike Jack to be so defeatist. Maybe the failure of his suppressants was weighing heavily on him, Ianto considered. To be left without anything to help him...

"Jack, first off, do not presume to know what I want," Ianto began assertively. If he was going to get through this then he would have to find some assertiveness from somewhere. "You never have understood me, not really. Second, this needs talking through, rationally, sensibly. We are talking children here, Jack. It's not simply a matter of how we fit this relationship around Torchwood. We cannot bring new life into the world without making sure it is kept safe, nurtured and cared for. Torchwood and kids are not words that should occupy the same sentence after all. I expect you would want me to be the house parent. I can't imagine you being the one to bring them up and look after them, take 'em to school and stuff. Education might be a sticking point anyway. I mean, where the hell in cardiff can you put kids in school where the fact they have two dads wouldn't be an issue? We would need a bigger place anyway, a proper house. How many children would we end up with? Is there any birth control you can go onto?"

"Woah, Ianto... enough. Are you seriously considering this as a viable direction?" Jack sounded incredulous.

"Of course I am, Jack. How the bloody hell can you think I wouldn't?"

"I...well, I..." For once the great Captain Jack Harkness was lost for words.

"I...have feelings...for you," Ianto admitted. "Strong ones. I don't understand them all but they're real. I don't want to leave you, not like this. If having a relationship with you means kids, well...okay then. I don't want to leave Torchwood, but more importantly I don't want to leave you. So, if this is what it takes to stay, then...count me in."

Jack just sat there, coffee forgotten, staring at Ianto in disbelief. "You...you want kids, with me? Really?" His voice was awed and soft.

"I always did want a family, Jack. That much was a given. I guess I'd pretty much given up on those dreams though. After all, Torchwood doesn't have a pension plan and there is no way I would chance leaving any kids of mine fatherless. Look, we still need to talk but I'm not planning on going anywhere, I'm not leaving you. Okay?"

"Okay," Jack breathed, rising from behind the desk and coming round to grab Ianto into a hug. "Thank you, Ianto," he said softly. "I have no idea what to say..."

"I can't imagine you lost for words," Ianto said, inhaling Jack's clean scent, his Omega scent, and revelling in the fact that Jack was his. For a moment, a possessive feeling rose within him, almost aggressive in its intensity. Jack was his, and only his, and he would fight anyone who threatened that. Jack was looking at him, smiling slightly.

"It's the Alpha gene," he explained. "Around me, you feel territorial, possessive, the Alpha wolf. It's what my scent does to you. You already see me as your mate, yours and nobody else's. All that's left is for you to mark me, make me yours, give me a sign so nobody else will touch me."

"I didn't think there were any more Alphas though."

"Well, none we know about," Jack said. "If you have it, there might be others, but they might not know what they are. Better safe than sorry though. If you mark me, then my scent will change, it'll make other Alphas back off, they'll be able to tell that I'm bonded."

"How do I do it?"

"Use your teeth," Jack explained. "It's usually done during the first heat together though. You sink your teeth into my shoulder muscle, near where my neck joins my shoulder. Bite me enough to draw blood and scar."

"Isn't that a bit extreme?" Ianto commented.

"Might as well do it right. Believe me, I won't know. Well, I won't feel it much. I'll be in the throws of my heat and there's not much coherence going on there, you know?"

"Okay then. I'll take your word for it."

"I'm...very glad you're not leaving, Ianto..." Ianto smiled at the very un-Jack-like admission.

"I couldn't leave, Jack. Nobody knows the archives like I do. I'll need to groom a successor first anyway. Not leaving you in the lurch like that. Besides, what the fuck would any of you do without my coffee?"

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