Title: The Heat Is On
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 5
Prompt: 53, Aroused
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own Ianto Jones, the Tenth Doctor, or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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"Ianto?" The Doctor peeked around the corner of the office door, eyebrows raised in question. "I got here as soon as I could. I couldn't get much from the psychic paper. All it said was that you were badly in need and that I should come quickly. It sounded like a matter of life and death. What's happened? Are you and Jack all right?"

"Thank goodness you're here," Ianto exclaimed, getting up from behind his desk to greet the Time Lord. "I don't know what to do. Jack explained all this to me, but the actuality is nothing like what I expected. He's so ...." Ianto had to search for words; nothing quite seemed to describe the animalistic drive that was overtaking Jack. ".... I suppose the word is desperate."

"Ah." The Doctor nodded, a look of comprehension spreading over his face. "Jack's in heat, isn't he? I should have realized that it was going to happen soon. I had a feeling about it, but I'd forgotten that the time was so close at hand. I shouldn't have left when I did. It wasn't something that I couldn't have put off for a while."

Ianto shook his head firmly, holding up a hand. "No, don't think like that. It wasn't your fault. I knew that this was going to happen -- Jack warned me about it enough times. I just didn't expect it to be so .... so primal, I suppose. It's like trying to deal with a wild animal once he gets going. He can't stop -- even when I tell him to. It's the most frightening thing I've ever had to deal with."

The Time Lord sighed, a frown furrowing his brow. "I've had to deal with him in this state enough times to know what it's like. And yes, he is in a desperation mode, Ianto. He has to mate -- or the condition becomes painful. It's not fatal, so don't worry about that. But it can be extremely uncomfortable for him, to say the least."

The young man let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He hadn't wanted to ask Jack if not being able to mate was fatal for him, but he'd been wondering about it more and more in the past few days. At least he didn't have to worry that saying no -- if he had to -- was going to have more dire consequences than he'd imagined it would.

The Doctor glanced at Ianto, frowning again. "Don't look so upset, Ianto. It's not easy to cope with this on your own when he's in this condition, but there are two of us now. That will make it easier for both of us -- and for Jack, in the long run. He'll have two of us to sate himself with, and he won't have to keep going back to the same person. That can get .... rather tiring. I've discovered that from personal experience."

"You've dealt with him being this way before?" Ianto asked, feeling ridiculously stupid as soon as the question was out of his mouth. Of course the Doctor had dealt with this. Jack had told him that it happened once a year, for a week or so at a time, and he'd been with the Doctor a year ago. The Doctor knew what this was like, more so than Ianto did. It was a good thing he'd managed to contact the Time Lord.

The other man nodded, looking somewhat amused. "Yes, I have. I suppose I can say that it wasn't an entirely unpleasant experience, really. But after the first three days, I was having an extremely hard time walking. And sitting down. Which is why I thought I should get here as quickly as possible when I got your message. It isn't easy to handle Jack alone when he's in this state, even when you know what you're dealing with."

"You can say that again," Ianto muttered, unwilling to tell the Doctor just how hard a time he'd been having of it. He'd even considered imprisoning Jack in one of the cells in the Hub, but that wouldn't have been a good idea. Once the immortal had gotten out, they'd have had the kind ouf shouting match that would have lasted for days.

The Doctor cast a worried glance at him, reaching over to lay a hand on his shoulder. "I know what you've been dealing with, Ianto, believe me. Doing this on your own, especially when you don't know what to expect, is never a good idea. At least now you'll be better prepared to cope with him the next time it happens -- even if he descends into violence."

"He hasn't gotten violent with me," Ianto demurred, shaking his head. "He's just .... insatiable. I can't control him, and I can't keep up with him. And even when I say no, he -- he can't stop." The young man looked down, biting his lip. He hadn't wanted to say no. But he'd been too exhausted not to.

It was the first time that Jack had ever not respected his wishes. He couldn't call what had happened rape, exactly. He'd said no, said it emphatically, and meant it. But it was as though Jack hadn't heard him; the other man had only picked him up, carried him to the bed and proceeded to divest him of his clothes.

The Doctor nodded, sighing and squeezing Ianto's shoulder. "I know how you feel. It was ...." He paused, a slight catch in his throat as though the words brought back memories that he'd rather not have conjured up. "It was far too reminiscent of other things that have happened to me in the past," he murmured, looking away from Ianto and letting his hand drop away. "Things that I'd much rather never happened again."

Ianto didn't need to ask what the Doctor referred to; he'd never heard from the Time Lord himself about some of his encounters with the Master, but he knew enough from listening to Jack talk about some of the narrow escapes he'd had when he was with the Time Lord to put two and two together -- and make three. And he knew that the Doctor still suffered from horrific nightmares that sprang directly from those encounters.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, turning to look at the Doctor, wanting to take the slender man into his arms. "It must have been had for you to deal with, bringing back those memories. But you know that nothing like that is going to happen to you again, Doctor. Jack and I will do everything in our power to keep you safe."

"You can't always do that, Ianto." The Time Lord's voice was soft, bearing more than a hint of regret in the tone. "Not unless one or both of you come along with me whenever I have to leave, and I'm not so naive as to think you can. But don't worry, please. I'll be fine. I've survived this long, and I'll go on for much longer. You can depend on that."

"I'd come with you if I could," the young man whispered, reaching out a hand to caress the Doctor's cheek. A part of him did go with the Time Lord whenever he left; a day didn't go by when he didn't spend a fair amount of it thinking of the enigmatic Gallifreyan, and daydreaming of being with him when he came back again. He knew that he was acting like a schoolboy with a crush, but sometimes, those dreams were all that kept him going.

"I know you would," the Doctor said softly, placing his palm against Ianto's hand, his gaze locking with the younger man's, a smile curving his lips. "And I'm grateful to you for it. Let's go find Jack, shall we? I think he may be in need of both of us, considering that you've been away from him for a while now."

"It's only been ...." Ianto checked his watch, then looked up at the Doctor. "It's been a little over an hour. I thought it would be best for him to be alone in his office for a while. It might give him time to cool down a bit, you know?" He hadn't been entirely sure that was what he should do, but he'd known that he couldn't handle being in that office with Jack for another moment. Not if he wanted to be able to walk out of there and not crawl.

"You'd best let me go in alone." The Doctor laid a hand on Ianto's sleeve, looking worried. "I know that an hour doesn't seem like a long time, but when Jack is in this state -- even an hour can seem like an eternity to him, if he's in need. Seeing you at the moment may not be such a good idea. He wouldn't mean to hurt you, or to force you into anything, but he may be at the point where he can't stop himself."

Ianto nodded reluctantly, allowing the Doctor to move ahead of him. "I don't want to cause him to do anything that could make him feel guilty later," he murmured, feeling at a loss for words. He'd never felt so helpless, so frustrated. He'd done everything he could -- but there were limits to how far he could push his body's physical tolerance, even for Jack.

"Good idea," the Doctor said, reaching for the doorknob. Ianto stopped him with a hand over the Time Lord's, making the Doctor turn around and look at him questioningly, stopping just before he pulled the door open.

"He won't hurt you, will he?" Ianto's voice was full of concern, his blue-grey eyes anxious as he gazed at the Gallifreyan. "I don't want you to feel that you have to sacrifice anything of yourself just to keep me from having to be a bit uncomfortable. I can handle him, really. I just .... thought it might be a good idea if you were here, in light of the relationship between the three of us."

The Doctor shook his head, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to Ianto's cheek, a soft smile on his lips when he pulled away. "No, Ianto, he won't hurt me," the Time Lord said softly, turning back to the door and hesitating just a moment before reaching to open it. "At least .... not knowingly."

The Time Lord slipped through the door before Ianto could say a word to keep him back, leaving the young man standing there, worry clutching at his heart.

He wanted to press his ear against the panels of the door, find out just what was going on in that room. But he knew that would be eavesdropping of the worst kind; unless he was invited in, or he thought that the Doctor was in some kind of trouble and needed his help, he was going to stay right here, poised for action.

But he could hear what was happening in Jack's office, if he was quiet enough. There was no one else in the Hub; the others had gone home before the Doctor had arrived, and the three of them were the only ones stirring -- at least on this floor. It should be fairly easy to keep his ears trained on any sounds coming from the office without even trying.

So far, everything seemed to be fine. He could hear low voices, but that was all. Maybe the Doctor was managing to keep Jack from giving in to his baser instincts -- after all, he'd had experience at dealing with this condition before. He'd know what to do, much better than Ianto had when he'd first been faced with it.

The young man was starting to relax, considering the idea of heading back to his office and getting a bit of last-minute paperwork done when he heard a pained moan from inside the office. Instantly, he was alert, moving towards the door and pausing with his hand on the knob, wanting to go into the office but not knowing if he should.

That moan had come from the Doctor. Ianto had heard him moan enough when he was deep in the throes of passion to know that what he'd heard was not a moan of pleasure. Jack was hurting the Time Lord, whether he'd intended to or not.

Ianto twisted the doorknob, suddenly slippery in his grasp, and entered the room, his stomach clenching into knots at the idea of what he might see.

The Doctor was naked, sprawled across Jack's desk on his back, his body arching up off the polished wood. Jack was between the Time Lord's legs, hips pistoning, thrusting hard and deep into the other man. He was holding the Doctor's slender arms above his head, his mouth savaging the Time Lord's nipples, his other hand wrapped around the Gallifreyan's cock. The Doctor's legs were wrapped around Jack's waist, ankles locked at the small of his back, his own hips pushing up against each thrust.

Ianto was confused for a moment; what in the world was making the Time Lord moan like that? He obviously wasn't being forced into anything against his will; his participation in what Jack was doing to him was proof of that. So why had that last groan sounded as if the Doctor was trying to catch Ianto's attention, asking him for help?

Ah. There is was. Ianto could just make out the edge of a star-shaped paperweight under the Doctor's back, pressing painfully into his skin each time Jack thrust into him. As hard as those thrusts were, the Doctor's back had to have been pressed into the points of that paperweight fairly forcefully. No wonder he'd moaned! Ianto moved forward when Jack's hips drew back, his hand grasping the object and pulling it away.

Jack glanced at him, seeming unsurprised that he was in the room. "Oh. I didn't know that was there. Thanks, Ianto." He didn't stop his rhythm, looking down at the Doctor with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. I should've made sure I cleared everything off the desk before I threw you down on it, shouldn't I?"

"Yes, you bloody well should have," the Doctor gasped, his legs visibly tightening around Jack's waist. "Now, shut up and finish, will you? I don't fancy this going on so long that I'm too sore to walk tomorrow."

"Oh, you'll be sore," Jack murmured, bending his head to tease the Doctor's pebbled nipples with his tongue again, making the Time Lord writhe and arch up towards those warm lips. "You may have to stay here for a few days. You and Ianto both," he added with a meaningful glance at the young man watching them.

"Oh, wonderful," the Time Lord groaned, the word ending on a gasp. "Just what I need, having my arse ground to hamburger when I just stopped by for a quick visit. Not a very polite way to welcome me, Jack Harkness."

"I know what you stopped by for," Jack answered, his last words muffled by a grunt as he thrust himself harder into the Doctor's body. "I know Ianto got in touch with you. I'd hoped he would. You don't think I could ever get enough of you, do you? Especially not around this time. The two of you are a wet dream come true."

"Put a pillow under your arse and you'll be fine," Ianto said softly, unable to take his eyes from the two men in front of him. He'd never seen anything so splendid; both of those gorgeous bodies locked together, straining to reach completion, twining with each other until they almost seemed inseparable.

"The only place his ass is going to be for the next few days is in the air," Jack informed him, his eyes leaving the Doctor's face for a moment to focus on Ianto. "Yours, too. You'd both better get used to it, at least until this is over. Look at it as a little interlude that you'll both be a exhausted from. Like .... running a marathon."

"Or climbing bloody Mount Everest," the Doctor gasped, hips arching upwards again. "I believe that would be easier."

"Be that as it may -- this is what you've got," Jack groaned, his hand on the Doctor's cock tightening visibly. "Just relax and enjoy it, until this time comes around again next year."

The Doctor was obviously going to reply, but his words were overtaken by his orgasm; his mouth snapped closed, eyes squeezing shut, the only sound coming from him a gasp of pleasure as his body writhed and spasmed. Jack pressed his hips forward once again, a moan coming from his throat as he, too, began to shudder with the force of his climax.

Ianto wasn't sure if he should move towards the two exhausted men or not, but Jack answered the question for him, holding out a hand and smiling tiredly. "What are you just standing there for? You're a part of this, too, you know. And I really should thank you for bringing him here. I know you couldn't have handled this alone."

"I didn't do too badly for a first-timer," Ianto objected, obeying Jack's words and moving to the desk. The immortal wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close, as Ianto reached out to twine his own fingers through the Doctor's. Jack was the first to speak,his words punctuated by a few heavy breaths.

"Do you think you can keep this up for ...." He did a quick calculation in his mind, flashing a wicked grin at Ianto. ".... Four, or maybe five, more days? That's how long you're going to have to deal with this once a year, you know. Better get used to it."

"It's not that bad, really," the Doctor told Ianto, propping himself up on his elbows. His legs were still wrapped around Jack's waist, the immortal's cock still buried in his ass. "You just have to resign yourself to having a very sore arse for a few days -- though he does have ways of compensating for that."

"Oh? And just what would those ways be?" Ianto asked, smiling down at the other man and squeezing his hand. He could imagine them for himself, of course, but it was always better to know just what he'd be dealing with, wasn't it?

The Doctor regarded him with a lazy smile, shaking his head and leaning back against the desk. "I think I'll let you find that out for yourself. It should be entertaining to see just what your reaction is to finding out what I mean." He gasped as Jack pushed his hips forward again, dark eyes widening as his gaze moved from Ianto's face to Jack's.

"I think you're ready for another go," Jack said softly, his fingers curling around the Time Lord's thighs, pushing his legs up a little further. "Ianto's had to cope with all this by himself for two days. He needs a little help." He grinned down at the Time Lord, pinned beneath him, splayed across the polished wood. "I promise I won't grind your ass to hamburger. But I can't say I won't tenderize it a little."

"I'd say you're going to tenderise my arse a lot." The Doctor grinned up at Jack, hips flexing as the immortal pressed into him again. "But I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be. Round two it is, then."

Ianto backed slowly away from the desk, his eyes searching the office for something he knew was there, hoping that he could find it quickly without the other two men seeing just what he was up to. He knew that video camera was around here somewhere .... it was about time that thing was put to good use.

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