Title: Blast From The Past
By: Wereleopard
Permission to archive: Yes
Fandom(s): Torchwood and Supernatural
Genre (general, hetero or slash) Slash
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Sam/Ianto, Dean/Ianto, Sam/Ianto/Dean
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Ianto is tired of feeling like his second choice especially the way and Jack and Gwen keep looking at each other. Ianto is trying to find away to be able to deal with it or leave Jack when a blast from his past comes back in the attractive package of Sam Winchester.
Warnings: Just to be safe all of torchwood and dr who
Disclaimer: I do not own anything anything to do with Torchwood or Supernatural I am not making any money from this, it is just for fun

Ianto walked into the hub trying to think of a way to end things with Jack, he was tired of being second choice because Gwen was with Rhys.

"Ianto?" Said a familiar voice.

Ianto didn't have time to react before he was pulled by strong arms into a kiss, a passionate kiss. The Welshman managed to push away and look up into the very handsome face of Sam Winchester.

"Sam? Oh my god." Ianto whispered before Sam's very kissable mouth was on his again.

Jack opened and closed his mouth, they had some demons appear around Cardiff and wanted the best they could get and that was the Winchester brothers Dean was in their hotel room and Sam had been the one to come to the hub. Jack had not expected the younger brother to be so hot but watching him rush towards Ianto and kissing him had shocked him. Now jealousy was eating away at him as soon as Ianto had whispered Sam's name.

Ianto was his and no one else could have him. Owen looked towards the two men kissing and then back towards a now very angry and very jealous Jack.

"What the hell is going on here?" Jack's voice boomed around the hub.

The two men jumped apart, Ianto's face was flushed his well kissed mouth. Jack wanted to pull Ianto into his arms and wipe away the taste of the other man and put his own there.

Ianto coughed nervously and straightened his suit jacket. "Jack, I met Sam when I went to America, we dated for a bit."

Sam laughed sending shivers up and down Ianto's back.

"You dated?" Gwen asked looking between the three men. Ianto stood in between the two men not realising how Jack and Sam looked at each other. A competition had just started and Ianto was the prize at the end.

"Yes we did. So Sam where's Dean?" Ianto smiled.

"He's at the hotel wait until I tell him you are here."

Ianto laughed he couldn't help it as the rest of Torchwood looked on with confusion. "I met Dean first he was chatting me up, trying to get me into bed. He's kind of like Owen but damn hot."

"Hey." Owen and Sam said at the same time.

"I was tempted, I was on the verge of saying yes when Sam walked in and well I just couldn't. What I didn't know was that they were brothers. Of course my imagination did take and interesting turn." Ianto's eyes got a far away look in them.

Sam placed a hand on the older man's shoulder, he just wanted to sit down and catch up with the man that had stolen his heart and that he knew had stolen Dean's as well there was just something about him. It seemed that there was something going on with Jack, if the evil looks being sent his way were to go by.

"Well I know Dean will want to see you straight away once I tell him you are here and we can catch up."

"Why don't you pick up your brother and we'll all go out for a drink, get to know the two of you and here about you two and Ianto." Jack smiled as Ianto turned towards him, gently raising his hand and stroking the younger man's face.

"That sounds like a great idea Jack." Ianto stopped smiling as soon as he heard Gwen's voice and pulled away from Jack.

Jack frowned at the sudden change, confusion clearly written on his face.

"Ok I'll give Dean and call and tell him where to meet us." Sam smiled again he wasn't going to leave Ianto's side not yet anyway.

Jack stood staring at Ianto, who in turn was watching Sam. Sam was on the phone talking to his brother and arranging a place for them all to meet up. The leader of Torchwood wrapped his arms around his chest and sighed, he didn't like feeling like this, this jealousy especially when it came to Ianto, faithful Ianto the one he could always rely on.

He watched as Sam put away the phone and walked over to the Welshman and laid a hand on his shoulder, the urge to rip that hand off Ianto's shoulder. In fact Jack had to fight to just rip that damn hand off completely so it would never touch Ianto again.

"Jack?" Gwen spoke softly but jumped back as he turned and glared at her, anger turning his eyes into a deeper shade of blue, his jaw clenching. She could see the effort to not storm over to Ianto and just to hide him away, so no one else could have him.

Jack breathed deeply. "Sorry, what is it?"

"Just wondering if you were coming with us to the pub?" Gwen smiled at him.

Jack grinned back. "Do you think that I am going to let Ianto go there without me."

The two of them laughed. Ianto turned away from Sam and looked for Jack, to find him and Gwen joking. He sighed and turned back.

"He is jealous Ianto before you turned and since he went up there he has been glaring at us for the entire time. If he isn't you always have me you know that."

Ianto couldn't help but smile, Sam always managed to do that by just being himself.

"So are we ready to go?" Jack asked as he wrapped his arm around Ianto's waist. "We don't want you brother to be sitting there all alone waiting for us."

"Trust me Dean wouldn't be alone for long." Ianto grinned at Sam, as they all started to head out of the hub.

XXXXX

Dean managed to keep hold of a large table and to his own amazement turned down a few offers, just to see Ianto again. Every time the door opened his head would shoot up just to be disappointed. The door went again, he raised his head and a huge smile covered his face. He was up on his feet and straight to the other man pulling him into a crushing hug.

"I'd kiss you but I think we are a little to public, so I do it later and anything else you want me to do."

Ianto laughed and hugged Dean back, Sam looked at the rest of Torchwood and shook his head. "He's always like this."

They went back to the table and before Jack could say anything Ianto was between Sam and Dean, so he went and sat opposite them so he could still keep an eye out next to him were Owen and Toshiko.

Dean laid his hand over Ianto's and just stared at him.

"Dean stop that." Ianto lowered his head smiling.

"I haven't seen you for quite awhile, never thought I would see you again." Dean grinned and winked at him, but moving his hand.

"So how did you all meet?" Jack tried to keep his voice pleasant but failed miserably.

Dean's head shot up, staring at him for just a minute. Jack kept eye contact, raising an eyebrow and waiting for them to answer he wasn't going to repeat himself.

Ianto wasn't sure whether to be flattered or angry at the way Jack was treating his old friends, so he just glared at his boyfriend.

"Well you see it started like this." Dean started to talk.

Dean was sitting at the end of the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice he needed a refill on his beer. He looked around, noticed the man sitting a few stools away. Listened with interest as he ordered a beer, in a decidedly foreign, but delicious accent. He smiled to himself, he always was a sucker for an accent. So he picked up his empty glass and went to join him.

Ianto sat at the bar nursing his beer. An attractive man about his age sat down next to him. Ianto tried to ignore him, but the man looked at him and introduced himself.

"I'm Dean," he stuck out his hand to shake.

"Ianto."

"Ianto, so what kind of name is that?"

"Welsh."

"Didn't think you were from around here. So what brings you here to this dump?"

Ianto laughed, "Just a bit of traveling, felt like a pint."

Ianto looked at him then, noted the dark hair, the dark eyes, the trim body, and felt a bit of a thrill go through him. He watched as Dean stood, "Let's go find a table."

Ianto smiled, and followed him through the crowd until they found a table near the back with three chairs.

"Are we expecting someone?"

"My brother Sam, should be along any minute."

"Oh," Ianto replied, wondering what to make of this whole thing.

Dean laughed and clapped him on the back, "Don't worry, I may actually have to fight him for you. So Ianto what do you do?"

Ianto almost choked on his drink before swallowing slowly, "I'm on a break from work right now."

Smiling, "On a break, so when you aren't on a break, what do you do?"

Ianto's mind raced, how to explain and not explain Torchwood.

"I work for a research institute in London. Taking a bit of a vacation."

"So, just what do you do at this research institute?" Dean asked, taking a pull off his own beer.

Ianto smiled, "Work in the archives, boring stuff really. What do you do?"

He noted the way Dean's eyes darkened a bit, the way he shifted in his seat, making sure his jacket covered the gun in his waistband.

"Whatever it is must be dangerous enough to carry a weapon."

Dean looked at him sharply before taking another swig of his beer, "Must be some research institute that you work for, teaching you how to spot a concealed weapon."

Ianto smiled, a bit dangerously, "Not to mention the knife up your sleeve and the second gun on your ankle."

Shock filled Dean's face for a split second and then he laughed, "I like you Ianto, I'm glad I sat down next to you. What else are you hiding?"

I hunt aliens for a living Ianto thought to himself, and then pushed the thought away. He just smiled and said, "You have no idea."

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, each sneaking looks at the other. When he caught Ianto checking him out again, Dean couldn't help but smile, especially the way the blush colored the other man's creamy white skin. He caught Ianto's eye and was just about to make a smart remark when Ianto's attention drifted to the door. Dean sighed, he knew without looking, who had just walked in the door.

Ianto watched the young man walk across the bar. No, he really didn't walk so much as prowled like a cat in search of prey. There was an easy grace about him as he sauntered closer to their table. And Ianto's breath caught in his throat as the handsome young man walked right over to their table and sat down.

"Hi, I'm Sam, you must be Dean's catch for the night," he said sticking his hand out for a shake.

Dean glared at him and Sam just smirked back.

Ianto stuck out his hand and grasped Sam's in a firm handshake, "Jones, Ianto Jones."

"Well, at least you got a last name," Dean drawled lazily.

Sam laughed and Ianto blushed.

Dean leaned over and whispered conspiratorially to Ianto, "Don't worry; he has that effect on just about everyone."

Sam nodded in the direction of the bartender and soon found himself drinking his own beer and asking Ianto where he got his delicious accent from.

"I'm from Wales."

"Wales, as in across the pond, Britain, Wales?"

"Yup."

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked incredulously.

Dean answered, "He's on vacation from some research institute named Torchwood."

Sam flicked his gaze over at Dean and something passed between them that caused Ianto to narrow his eyes suspiciously but he quickly covered it with a smile.

"Torchwood, doesn't sound familiar."

"It's kind of a local research facility," Ianto replied smoothly.

"Ahh," Sam said.

"So why here?"

Because Torchwood knew there'd been Rift activity in this area and told me this was where I was spending my vacation? "Never been to California, thought I'd give it a go."

"So besides work, what do you do back in Wales?"

"Work takes up most of my time, but I do enjoy a good rugby match now and then."

"Rugby, pretty violent sport," Dean drawled.

Ianto smiled, "Nothing like a bit of mud and blood on a Sunday afternoon."

Sam chuckled and Dean joined in, "Nope, nothing like that."

The three men sat there, ordered a few more beers, and traded stories about girlfriends, co-workers and non-demony or alien stuff, until it was clear that the bar was starting to clear out and they should pack it in.

They walked out to the parking lot together. Ianto was just about to pull out his mobile to hail a cab when something rushed them out of the darkness knocking him to the ground. Stunned, he found himself looking right into the jaws of a Weevil. Instinct took over and he kneed it before rolling over so he was on top. He may have been an archivist but even archivists were required to pass field training courses. Pinning the Weevil by the throat, he scrambled for his pocket where he kept his anti-Weevil spray one could never be too prepared he thought and sprayed it in the face.

He heard gunshots in the distance followed quickly by running feet and turned to look up at two guns pointed at the Weevil's head. "It's alright. It's neutralized for the moment; I just need to make a quick call."

Dean and Sam looked at each other and back at Ianto who was busily chatting into his mobile. Ianto finished his call and came back, "Don't worry, someone's on their way over to pick this up now as we speak."

"You know what this is?" Dean and Sam asked simultaneously.

"Yup."

"So?"

Ianto sighed, it would be a shame to retcon these two handsome men, "It's a Weevil, an alien."

"And here I thought it was a demon, you Sam?"

"Looks like a demon to me."

"A demon?"

"Yeah, you know denizen of hell, spawn of Satan?" Dean said sarcastically.

"I seriously don't think demons exist."

"Hate to break it to you, but they do."

Ianto stared at them for a moment thinking, if aliens could exist why not demons? and he made a very quick decision.

"Look, the spray I used on it will keep it subdued for at least an hour. I have more if I need it. You should probably leave before the cleanup crew gets here. Trust me; you don't want to be here if you don't have to be."

Ianto really didn't want to say goodbye to the two brothers, but he also didn't want them retconned back to preschool. Sam walked up close to him, grabbed his hand and pressed a card into it, "Our number, call us when you're done."

Ianto nodded and watched the two young men get into the black car and drive off.

Several hours later he found himself in front of their hotel door, with three coffees in his hand. He had grimaced at the taste of his and determined that he wasn't buying coffee out anymore if it was

going to taste this badly. He'd just have to learn how to make the perfect cup of coffee himself, especially if Sam liked it as much as Dean indicated he did over the phone. He joined them in their hotel room that night and they swapped backgrounds. He filled them in on Torchwood, found out they already knew it existed but were sketchy on the details. They filled him in on demons. That night was just the beginning.

The three of them spent a lot of time together. The Winchester brothers finally had someone to share their secret with and so did Ianto. They went demon hunting and alien hunting together. In his spare time, Ianto took a barista course, learned how to make the perfect cup of coffee. They were like the three musketeers until the night Ianto got injured.

They'd been tracking a demon, stumbling through the trees in the total darkness when Ianto heard something off to his left side. He split off from Sam to go investigate and found himself on the wrong end of the demon's claws. His cry of agony split the still night air and Sam's heart leapt to his throat. He ran in the direction of the sound and could hear Dean's footsteps not far behind his.

"Ianto! YAN!" he screamed frantically.

Sam stood still for a moment, his heart thundering in his ears until he heard the scuffling in the brush a little ways off to his right. He raced over toward the sound and found a dead demon and an unconscious Ianto lying in a pool of blood.

"DEAN!"

Sam immediately ripped Ianto's shirt off looking for the wounds, seeing nothing on his chest, he turned the older man over to look at his back and gasped at the four ragged claw marks marring Ianto's left side and dipping into his pants. Sam sat him up and cradled him in his arms waiting for Dean to arrive.

"DEAN!"

"I'm here, don't get your shorts in a twist. What happened?"

"He's injured, not fatally, but he's lost quite a bit of blood, we need to get him back to the hotel, like yesterday."

"Alright, let's get him up."

Dean helped Sam hoist Ianto up, but the Welshman was still unconscious so Sam hefted him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and started making his way back to the car.

"I'll take care of the body and be there in just a minute," Dean called after him.

Sam could feel Ianto's blood soaking through his jeans and onto his hand where he clutched Ianto's waist and his heart continued to pound. "Don't worry Yan, we'll get you back to the hotel, we'll get these wounds clean, and you'll be fine. You'll be fine."

His shoulder started to ache so he shifted Ianto a bit and the Welshman groaned, "Sorry, Yan."

They reached the car just as Ianto was coming around.

"Sam," he whispered weakly, as Sam rolled him off his shoulder and into the backseat of the car.

"Shh, you were injured. You're in the car and as soon as Dean gets here, we'll get you back to the hotel and take a look at those wounds again."

He looked down into those gorgeous blue eyes and Ianto attempted a smile and then a worried look crossed his face, "What about the demon?"

"You killed it," Sam smiled, "way to go."

Ianto smiled fully then, "Well, at least there's that," and then he grimaced.

"Hey, easy okay?" Sam said softly and Ianto nodded lying back on the seat.

Sam took a look around wondering what the hell was taking Dean so long. He glanced back and saw Ianto staring at him, "What?"

"Thanks," Ianto whispered.

"For what?" Sam smiled. "You killed the demon; we're just here for the cleanup."

But Ianto shook his head, "I don't remember getting back to the car, which means you must have carried me. Thanks for that."

Sam was glad it was dark and that the older man couldn't see him blush as he mumbled, "No problem," and turned his attention back to the woods in time to see Dean running toward the car.

"It's done. Let's go."

Sam jumped into the passenger seat and Dean into the driver's and the car roared off into the night.

Back at the hotel, Ianto sat on the toilet as Sam wrung out a washcloth in the sink. Sam grimaced at the pink color of the water. Ianto had finally stopped bleeding, but he'd lost quite a bit of blood

from the looks of things. He turned back to Ianto who was watching him with the most trusting look in his eyes that Sam almost had to look away. He hadn't seen a look like that since Jessica. Sam smiled at him and then apologized, "I'm sorry, I know this hurts, but I've got to get them clean."

Ianto just nodded, turned his head away and clenched his jaw. His hands clenched into fists as the pain stabbed through him. Sam was being gentle; cleaning four demon claw marks was bound to hurt. They both looked up as the bathroom door banged open and Dean dropped the bandages and antiseptic off. He looked at the two of them, smirked, shook his head and shut the door behind him as he left.

"What was that about?" Ianto asked shakily, desperately wanting something to take his mind off the searing pain in his left flank.

"Nothing," Sam said, "I need you to stand up. You might want to hold onto the towel bar."

Ianto did as he was told and felt Sam push his blood encrusted boxers low over his hips to expose the rest of the claw marks. Sam couldn't help but stare at the perfectly shaped rear end in front of him. The only thing marring it right now was the ugly claw mark down the left side. Sam traced the outside edges of the claw mark with a trembling finger and Ianto let out a soft sigh.

"Whatever Dean was smirking about, I don't think it was nothing," he whispered.

Sam's heart clenched in his chest at Ianto's words. Was it possible that he knew? Sam couldn't help but feel attracted to the older man. He was good looking, mild-mannered and intelligent. Plus he could kick demon ass with the best of them. What wasn't there to like?

He gently cleaned the claw marks on Ianto's hip and went to rinse the washcloth out again. Ianto watched as Sam rinsed the pink blood-tinged water out of the washcloth for what was probably the twentieth time and he couldn't help but stare at Sam's hands. So gentle, so strong, fingers long and supple, and Ianto shivered at the idea of those hands caressing his skin. When Sam turned back and placed his hand on Ianto's hip to steady him while he cleaned the final wound, Ianto couldn't stop the goosebumps that broke out under Sam's fingertips.

"Are you cold?" Sam asked huskily.

"No."

Sam swallowed hard and tried to keep his mind on the task in front of him. Ianto closed his eyes and tried to think of anything but Sam's hands on his hips. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin and as he felt the blush creep up his cheeks, he only hoped enough of it was rushing there instead of elsewhere.

Sam stood up and grabbed the bandages Dean had brought in and started opening the packages up. He squirted some of the antibiotic ointment on each one and then proceeded to tape them over Ianto's wounds.

"Hey, what's taking you girls so long in there?" Dean yelled through the door, before barging in himself.

"Damn!" he whistled getting a good look at Ianto's wounds. "Boy, when you get injured you really do it with style. Those must really hurt.

Sam turned and glared at his brother, "Do you mind? We're just about finished. Make yourself useful and get him a clean pair of boxers, these are shot."

Dean popped the lollipop in his hand back into his mouth and sauntered out of the doorway, leaving the door open. Ianto was grateful for the distraction, allowed him to get himself back under control. He only hoped Sam hadn't noticed.

Sam finished taping the last bandage on and stood up.

"Okay, good as new, okay, well not new, but the best I could do under the circumstances. You're going to have to take it easy for a few days. You really should have had stitches."

"No hospital," Ianto said sharply.

Sam chuckled, placing his hand on the older man's shoulder, "No worries, wasn't planning on a hospital."

He looked up as Dean appeared in the doorway with a fresh pair of boxers.

"Thanks," he said, snatching them out of his brother's hand and firmly shutting the door in his face.

He turned back to Ianto, "You're going to need help getting these on and the others off."

Ianto smiled at him gratefully but couldn't help the blush that seemed to occupy his face permanently around Sam. Sam slid the boxers down Ianto's thighs, pushed them past his knees until they dropped to the floor. Ianto placed his hands on Sam's shoulders for support as he stepped out of the old ones and into the new ones, breathing a sigh of relief when they were finally slid over his hips. Sam stood up, his hands still on Ianto's hips, their faces inches apart.

"Thank you," Ianto whispered and Sam felt Ianto's breath puff onto his cheek.

Ianto swallowed, looking into the brown eyes staring at him, watched the younger man lick his lips nervously. And then suddenly they were kissing. Tentatively at first, then more aggressively. Ianto clutched the younger man's shoulders drawing him closer and Sam moaned into Ianto's mouth. Their tongues parried and thrust against each other relentlessly until the door banged open and they jumped apart, both looking at Dean guiltily.

Dean just smirked again, "It's about time, knew I just needed to lock you two in a room. Come on, food's here. You can make out more later."

Sam rolled his eyes and Ianto chuckled, turning it into a groan as he clutched his side.

"Easy," Sam said, sliding his arm around Ianto's chest, supporting a bit of his weight. "Maybe we should wait until you heal up a bit before we try anything too strenuous."

Ianto chuckled, "Maybe you're right."

The two men limped back into the hotel room over to the table where Dean had the food set up and the three sat down to eat. After that, Sam and Ianto were pretty much inseparable and Dean teased them mercilessly

Early one morning, Sam rolled over to find the bed empty, he groaned but then he smelled the most heavenly scent coming from the kitchenette. "Yan?"

Sam got up groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, tugging the boxers back up over his hips as he padded into the kitchenette to find Dean sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in his hand. Dean's eyes were closed, just smelling the aroma. Sam turned around and was presented with his own coffee cup. He curled his hands around the mug and brought it up to his nose and inhaled. He groaned, it smelled so good. Hot, black, strong, and heavenly. He slowly took a sip, savoring it. "Oh god, Yan, you make the best coffee, ever."

Ianto smiled, "I do try."

Sam set the mug down reluctantly and walked over to where Ianto was standing, dressed in jeans and nothing else. He tugged gently on a belt loop until Ianto was chest to chest with him, "You do more then try," he whispered huskily.

The blush crept up Ianto's cheeks and Sam smiled before capturing the Welshman's lips with his own.

"Do you two have to do that in here? I'm trying to enjoy my coffee!" Dean complained loudly.

Sam grinned against Ianto's mouth, sliding his hand down to cup the denim-clad backside.

"Continue this after breakfast?"

Ianto nodded happily before turning back to the stove and the bacon he had frying there.

Sam walked back over to the table and sat down across from Dean, "You know just because he prefers me to you doesn't mean you have to complain all the time. We don't complain when you pick up strangers."

Ianto shook his head as he listened to the exchange and then thought soberly about the call he knew would be coming any day to order him back to London. He looked over at the two brothers, heatedly engaged in their first argument of the day, knowing how much he was going to regret having to leave them, especially Sam.

"Two days later the call came and my vacation was over. I came back to London and met Lisa a few months later. The rest as they say is history."

Jack could feel the anger boiling up inside him, and could only hope it didn't show on his face. The thought of his Ianto making coffee for these young bucks, learning to make coffee just for Sam, infuriated him. He could easily see himself choking the young man, strangling him until there wasn't a breath left in his body and then dragging Ianto back to the Hub and reminding him in various ways just how much he belonged with Jack. Instead, he just smiled, nodded, and listened as they all chatted each other up.

For Jack the evening seemed longer than he had been alive. If he had to watch one of the Winchester brothers smile, look deeply into Ianto's eyes and then touch him he was going to throw up, rip their arms off, which had been a reoccurring thought and of course killing them which would solve all off his problems.

Owen looked towards Tosh and Gwen, they had given up trying to talk to Jack because every time they tried to get his attention he glared at them and then went straight back to the three men opposite him.

Ianto was having a lot of fun, well almost apart from the looks he was getting from Jack. It was great to see Sam and Dean again. He had missed them, in away and just for a moment it made him forget everything that had happened to him. The night seemed to be over in a blink of an eye for him as the bell rang for them to drink up. It didn't take them long to finish them and head outside of the pub each going their own separate way.

Ianto knew that the brothers wanted to join him but he didn't think that was a good idea otherwise something awful would happen and he didn't want anything to happen that he would never be able to forgive Jack for.

It didn't take Jack long from heading in the opposite direction before he turned and chased after his lover, hoping that he and Ianto could spend the night together.

"Ianto?" Jack called out as he saw the familiar suited figure in front of him.

Ianto stopped dead in his tracks. He loved Jack with all of his heart, really he did but he needed the immortal to decide whom he really wanted.

"Not now Jack, please." Ianto begged.

"Ianto."

"Jack not now, we will talk but please let me just enjoy the night, meeting up with old friends. I need this."

Ianto never looked back and continued to walk to his home. Jack just stood there watching, his heart breaking afraid that he may lose the Welshman.

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Ianto stripped of and climbed into bed, it had been a long and emotional day he was so tired. A smile appeared on his face as he thought about Sam and Dean. A chuckle escaped at the look of jealousy on Jack's face, it gave him hope. It didn't take his exhausted mind and body to fall into a deep sleep and a world of fantasy appeared in his mind.

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Ianto moaned as Sam attacked his mouth, those very kissable lips parting his, their tongues entangled tasting, teasing and exploring.

Another mouth started to kiss, lick and nibble at his the back of his neck. Ianto managed to pull his mouth away and turn his head allowing Dean to kiss him as their mouths continued to touch Ianto could feel Sam undressing him, piece by piece his clothing fell to the floor.

Ianto pulled away and stood there naked as Sam and Dean touched his skin with their eyes and their hands.

"Aren't you too a little over dressed?" His welsh voice deep and husky with desire.

It didn't take long for the two brothers to stand there naked and very aroused but before they could touch him again Ianto moved away and towards the bed. He turned away from them and crawled on all fours up to the pillows where he turned and laid down.

Sam and Dean stared at him, their eyes dark with desire, their faces full of need. Ianto smiled at them both and that one thing made them rush onto the bed and either side of them. It was a heady feel to have this much control and to know that they wanted him this much.

Their hands touched and caressed him, skimming over his smooth skin. Ianto turned to Sam and started to kiss his way down that stunning body until he reached his goal, he took Sam's cock into his moving his head open and down taking it as deep as he could, sucking and it licking it faster and faster. He could hear Sam's moans; it was a symphony to his ears.

Ianto could feel Dean kissing and licking down his spine, his back arching trying to feel more but his mouth never leaving Sam. Someone placed lube in his hand but he couldn't tell who, his eyes closed as he tried to feel everything that was being done to him and what he was doing. This was an experience he wanted to savour and remember forever.

Dean's hand moved his body so he could get easier access, his tongue skimmed the outside of his hole over and over again, Ianto pushed back hard he wanted so much more.

As he teased Sam over and over with his mouth and tongue was sucking and leaking the hard cock, his tongue rolling around the head. Ianto opened his eyes and stared up seeing the absolute pleasure on the gorgeous face of the youngest Winchester. He sucked deep and hard, he saw Sam arch and then swallowed when Sam's orgasm hit him.

Sam collapsed back against the pillows his chest moving as he breathed deeply.

"Turn over." Ianto ordered.

Sam opened his eyes smiled and managed to turn onto all fours. But before Ianto could move he felt Dean's tongue penetrate him and he screamed at the feeling but it wasn't enough, it wasn't long enough or hard enough. He wanted to be fucked hard and fast by either of the brothers it didn't matter he just wanted it now.

Ianto applied the lube to his fingers, he skimmed them around the tight hole and slowly pushed one in hearing the groan from the man above him, he pulled it out and pushed it back in slowly, scissoring as he opened him, he then added a second finger waiting until Sam started to push back before adding a third, in and out over and over again.

"Stop teasing and fuck me now Ianto." Sam begged.

Ianto covered himself with the lube, moving a way from Dean he moved and entered Sam, Ianto threw his head back as he felt the tight heat surrounding his hard shaft forcing himself to take it slow when all he wanted to do was just slam harder and faster.

He suddenly stopped as he felt Dean move his legs apart, cold fingers entered him. Stretching him, this is what he wanted, to take and be taken at the same time. To be in control but also to be controlled. A second finger was added and then a third, but before he could say anything a thing long hardness slowly slid past the outer ring. It pushed him more fully into Sam all three of them moaned together.

Ianto waited until Dean was fully embedded inside of him as he pulled out of Sam, Dean pulled out of him. Then Dean pushed slammed hard into him, and he did the same to Sam over and over again. Skin slapping against skin echoed in the air breathy moans, and the words harder and faster broke the silence.

Their bodies covered in sweat as they moved together liked a dance, knowing what each other wanted, feeling what the other bodies wanted.

"God Dean fuck me harder; fuck me hard so that when I go to work tomorrow they know what I've been doing. I need this." Ianto pleaded and just as he finished the sentence Dean slammed hard into him, which made him do the same to Sam.

"Fuck." Sam moaned as his arms collapsed and his head landed on the bed changing the angle making it deeper. "Ianto I need to be inside of you, it's been so long."

Dean forced himself to pull out and collapse to the side of the other two men, Ianto then pulled out and watched as Sam turned onto his back and slicked his hard cock. Ianto then placed his legs either side and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the other man fully his ass against Sam's thighs.

"Dean I want you in my mouth." Ianto whispered as he slowly started to move up and down riding Sam.

Dean managed to get to his feet and awkwardly balance on the bed moving closer to the two fucking. He placed his hands on the ceiling making sure he had something to stop him from falling. Ianto reached out and took Dean's cock and sucking on it as he slid up and down Sam's shaft. He could feel Sam's tight grip on his waist helping him move faster and faster. Ianto looked up to see Dean staring down at him his eyes dark and his mouth wide open panting.

He could feel that familiar tingle up his spine; he knew that it wouldn't be long before he came. Ianto could feel Sam's thrust up into his body become erratic. Dean pushed hard into his mouth screaming as he came, Ianto grabbed hold of his own cock and pumped it hard until then his orgasm hit and his come spread across Sam's chest. Using his legs he lifted himself higher and slamming himself down over and over again fucking himself on Sam's cock until he felt a strong thrust into his body as Sam emptied himself.

The three of them collapsed onto the bed exhausted, sated and very messy. Ianto turned over and felt strong arms pull him to a strong chest and a deep voice whispered.

"I love you Ianto, I always will." Jack said his arms tightening around Ianto.

Ianto smiled and snuggled into that tight and safe embrace smiling that was all he wanted.

XXXX

Ianto smiled as he turned in is bed, still asleep all alone he cuddled into a pillow that Jack always used and feel into a deep happy sleep.