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Fic: The Evening Star's Child Chapter 5/10

Title: The Evening Star's Child
Fandoms: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Caden/Tosh, Rhys/Owen, John/Kathy, Donna, the Doctor/the Master, Martha, Estelle, OC's
Summary: For Jack there is nothing that means more to him than his mate, Ianto, so when they learn Ianto is pregnant his life, their life, feels complete. But when someone seeks to harm Ianto, they learn exactly far Jack is willing to go to keep Ianto and their unborn child safe.
Rating: R
Beta: RoyalLadyEmma
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood; I do own Caden, Ianto's people and home world.
Art by: vismur see of her amazing work here
Written for the Mpreg Big Bang Round 1 and a furture Alien!Ianto story

Chapter 5

Six months later

"I'm waddling." The words were spoken with a self-indulgent whinge. "Jack... are you ignoring me?"

"No, of course not, Yan!" Jack looked up at Ianto's complaint and couldn't help but smile at the sight before him; his mate was indeed waddling. "Well you are pregnant with twins," and hadn't that been a mind-boggling surprise when a gleeful Althea had informed them that Ianto was indeed carrying twins. Jack leered at Ianto with lust-filled his eyes; as far as he was concerned, Ianto just got more beautiful and more sexy with every passing day. Setting down the paper he'd been reading, Jack got up and took Ianto's hands in his. "But if you ask me, you look oh-so-hot doing so."  

To Jack's absolute delight Ianto blushed darkly at his words, and Jack couldn't resist the opportunity to claim his mate's tempting mouth; he was simply unable to go for very long without touching Ianto in some way, shape or form. John and Althea had been right when they'd said that Jack's protective and possessive instincts for Ianto would be greatly enhanced, the Immortal barely let Ianto out of his sight and hardly out of their bed.

Given that Ianto was always in a state of heat everyone agreed it was a very good idea if the two stayed locked in their room when the rest of the household was up and about. To ensure that Ianto got sufficient exercise, the parents-to-be had gotten into the habit of strolling in the gardens each night after the rest of the castle had retired. They rarely ever met anyone on their walks, and the privacy gave Jack plenty of opportunities to ravish his lover.

But on occasion their need for each other got the better of them regardless of locale. Jack's hand would begin to roam beneath Ianto's shirt as his lips created a hot trail of desire upon Ianto's skin with every kiss he placed along his neck. Ianto knew that they should head back to their room before things got out of hand but as Jack's hands drifted into his pants and began massaging his arse all conscious thought was driven from his mind.

The only thing Ianto could think of was having Jack inside him. No longer caring that they were in the dining room and breakfast was to be served soon, Ianto allowed Jack to lay him back on the table and open his trousers' fly. The desire for his husband and the need to join with him blinded him to everything else around them.

'I'll just snag myself something to eat and then I'll bring Rhys something light to eat.' Owen hadn't wanted to leave his mate when he was sick but Rhys had practically kicked him out of their bedroom. In between bouts of being sick, the warrior knight had literally ordered Owen to go feed his rumbling stomach. Willing to humour his mate, the medic had finally given in and gone in search of food. As he neared the dining room, Owen was so lost in his thoughts that he never heard the noises coming from inside. 

Pushing open the door and stepping inside, Owen then stopped short at the sight before him and it took a long moment for his brain to process just what he was seeing. His eyes flew open in shock when he realised that Jack's bare arse was in plain view for everyone to see as his tan skin glistened with sweat. Grunting softly with the effort, he thrust in and out of a heavily pregnant Ianto who was laid out in the middle of the table, his long legs hanging over Jack's shoulders allowing his mate to bury himself as deeply as possible with each powerful thrust of his hips.

A small sound, a squeak, really, escaped Owen's mouth, something he was sure couldn't have been heard over the moaning, but he forgot about Jack's sharp hearing. The immortal's head abruptly whipped around, his lust-darkened eyes were filled with love and warning. A dangerous growl rumbled from deep within Jack's chest. "My Ianto!" Jack bared his teeth and snarled menacingly at Owen as though daring the medic to come closer.

Owen gulped and actually took a step back; it was clear that Jack wasn't dealing all that well with someone else seeing his Ianto naked; after all it was a sight reserved for the immortal's eyes only. 'He's acting like a feral beast protecting his mate!' Slowly Owen raised his hands in surrender. "I know Ianto's yours, Jack. I have my own mate, I don't need yours and I'll just be going now." Taking another step backwards, Owen just hoped that he could get out the door before Jack decided to rip his head from his shoulders.

Luckily that decision was taken out of Jack's hands as Ianto made a low sound of needy distress and Jack's attention was once again exclusively on Ianto. Nobody's fool, Owen wasted no time in hightailing it out of there as Jack once again began thrusting in and out of Ianto's tight heat.

Shutting the dining room door behind him, Owen rested his head against the cool wood as he let out a relieved sigh, 'I am going to be scarred for life after that, I just knew it! that scene will forever be burned into my mind forever!' Wiping a hand across his brow, Owen looked up and down the hall, wondering if he should stand guard in order to warn off any other accidental onlookers.

No matter how hard he tried, his mind couldn't stop thinking about what he'd just seen and he finally decided, 'I need some Retcon and then I have to make sure that table is promptly burned to a crisp once they're finished, of course and a new one ordered in time for lunch. But I think I'll be eating in the kitchen from now on!' There was no way Owen was stepping foot back in that dining room for a very long time, he liked keeping his food down.

As the noises inside grew in intensity and volume, Owen shuddered violently, 'I better keep everyone away for a long, long time.'


True to his word Owen had the table promptly thrown out and destroyed within minutes of Jack and Ianto having finished making use of it. Thyra promised a new one would be in place for the next meal which made Owen a very happy boy despite the fact he was still very worried about Rhys so much so that he finally decided to ask Althea to check him over.

Althea smiled knowingly as Owen approached her, and she raised her hand to silence him. "I will see Rhys right after lunch."

Owen could only shake his head with wonder although he wasn't at all surprised that Althea knew Rhys was sick. 'Nothing escapes this woman. She should be the seer and not Noam.' In some ways it was downright scary how Althea knew everything; she reminded Owen of a grandmother and a female version of Ianto with his 'I know everything' ability.

However, unlike Ianto Althea was willing to use her very heavy wooden staff to hit you over the head when you said something smart to her. Ianto's most effective weapon was the dreaded cup of decaf, unless you were Jack and then he'd also threaten to withhold sex. Owen shuddered; 'God, I wish I didn't know that much about their sex life!' He forced himself back to the matter at hand, his mate's poor health.

"You know what's wrong with Rhys, don't you?" Owen asked with a sigh.

"I do know what's wrong with Rhys," Althea informed him with a knowing grin, and she thoroughly enjoyed the frustrated groan that escaped Owen's lips. "Do not worry, human healer, it's nothing serious but..." the elderly woman paused for a moment, letting the tension build.

Finally Owen couldn't take it any longer. "But what!?" he bellowed.

Having achieved her desired result, the healer finished her sentence. "Just how good are you at handling babies?"

As Owen went pure white with disbelief, Althea chuckled heartily, pleased that she had once again managed to silence the sarcastic and impatient doctor.

Rhys watched bleary-eyed and queasy as Owen paced the floor of their suite muttering non-stop under his breath about 'all-knowing healers who like to be cryptic just because it amuses them', detailing the differences between wooden stick and cold decaf, and curiously, 'nobody wants porn for breakfast'. For some reason Rhys found that last bit quite intriguing.

"What did Althea say to you?" he asked knowing from past experience that she was the only one who could make Owen lose this much control.

Owen halted in mid-stride and turned to look at Rhys, although it took him a few seconds to actually meet his husband's eyes. Rhys could see that he was struggling to find the right words and then suddenly, he blurted out, "I think Althea thinks you're pregnant!"

"Huh?" Unable to form coherent words, Rhys could only gaze at Owen and blink owlishly a couple of times before his eyes and his hands flew down to his stomach. "Rah... ooo..." his voice came out as an incomprehensible rasping noise and after clearing his throat and drinking a little bit of water, Rhys tried again. "Are you sure that's what she said? Maybe you misheard her?" It wasn't that Rhys didn't want to have Owen's child but he wasn't sure if Aiedail could handle having his and Ianto's hormones raging out of control at the same time.

"Oh he didn't misunderstand me, that is indeed what I said." Althea's voice cut through the air.

Both men jumped violently at the woman's silent arrival, although one had a much more vocal reaction, "Damn it, woman! Stop doing that! We need to put a bloody cat bell around your neck! And how the hell did you get in here?" Owen demanded as he stood arms akimbo glaring at her.

"Remember I told you I would be stopping by after lunch?" Althea calmly pointed out, speaking to Owen as if he were a slow child.

'I swear she does this just because she gets some sort of perverse joy out of giving everyone cryptic answers.' Owen ran a shaky hand through his hair as he forced a calm breath out through his clenched teeth. "I meant, how did you get in the room, our door was locked."

Althea waved her hand in the air in an uncaring manner. "Oh, that was easy; who did you think taught Ianto to pick locks?" she asked innocently.

With a deep sigh, Owen hung his head in defeat while in their bed Rhys laughed until tears rolled down his cheeks. Finally able to catch his breath and speak, the knight grinned and pointed out to his mate, "She's got you there, luv; Althea taught Ianto all the tricks he would need to survive after his uncle seized the throne."

A sigh escaped Owen's lips, he knew exactly how well Althea trained had Ianto; after all, the displaced prince had used every skill at his disposal to con Jack and hide Lisa from them all those years ago. As he looked back on those memories, Owen had to admit that he had been impressed with Ianto's ability to scam Jack, an inter-galactic conman himself. "I should have known that it was you who taught Ianto all his dirty tricks, but they do come in handy for keeping Jack in line."

Althea scoffed. "Ianto doesn't need any of my tricks to keep Jack in line; that man is hopelessly in love with Ianto which means Ianto has that man wrapped firmly around his little toe."

"That's little finger, wrapped around his little finger." Owen sighed as he saw the blank look appear in Althea's eyes, "Oh, never mind. So you think you know what's wrong with Rhys?"

A bright smile appeared on Althea's face. 'I am so going to enjoy this,' she thought to herself with wickedly pure glee. "Rhys is with child."

Rendered speechless by those four words, Owen and Rhys stared at one another for a moment, not sure if they'd actually heard Althea right. Then, as one, even though they would both vehemently deny it later, they screeched loudly, "What?!"

Prepared for that reaction, Althea just smiled knowingly. "I said Rhys, you are with child. Honestly, you've spent far too much time among the humans; you're even acting like one."

"But, that's not possible! Rhys doesn't even have any women parts!" Owen protested weakly. "I'm a doctor! I'd know if he did!"

Althea raised an eyebrow; she really wanted to ask him if being a doctor was the only way he knew about his mate's private parts but then, 'No, that's something Jack would say.' Instead, she said, "Yes, but he's a Aiedailian and for our people, the greatest show of love is for us to carry our mate's child," she reminded them.

Rhys' hands rested on his stomach as the shock faded away and a slow smile spread across his face. "We're going to have a baby," he whispered in pure awe, and slowly Rhys' eyes sought out Owen's. "You are happy about this, aren't you?" The knight's eyes were filled with cautious hope.

Owen's heart clenched tightly as he saw the joy and wonder spreading across his mate's face; in his life there had only been one other person that Owen had wanted a family with and that had been Katie. 'I may have been robbed of this with Katie but I've been given a second chance. I'm going to have a family with the man I love!' A rarely seen from-the-heart smile lit up Owen's face as he crossed the distance between them and took Rhys' hand in his. "I am very happy about this."

"Wonderful!" Althea clapped her hands together then abruptly found herself staring at Owen.

Feeling quite self-conscious, Owen suddenly wondered if maybe his fly was open or if he'd grown a second head. Finally he couldn't take the scrutiny any longer. "What!?"

Startled from her thoughts, Althea grinned at the rattled medic. "I was just wondering if you'll start acting like Jack?" She had to admit she rather liked the idea of having two overly possessive and hormonally-driven men to torment. In her mind's eye she was actually rubbing her hands together like an evil genius who'd just come up with the perfect plan.

Feeling weak in the knees, Owen paled at the thought of acting as insanely out-of-control as Jack did whenever he was around Ianto. Frantically, he searched his mind for something –anything! – to say that would negate Althea's suggestion and then it hit him. "No, I don't think so," he shook his head decisively. "Remember Jack is from another time period than me, where they have quite a different view on mates and mating. Trust me when I say that his and Ianto's relationship has always been much more passionate and full of stronger emotions right from the very start. Compared to them our relationship was a walk in the park."

"Isn't that the truth!" Rhys had to agree with his mate; he'd had a front row seat for watching the development of Jack and Ianto's relationship. Together, they had faced many challenges along the way, including having Ianto's psychotic uncle hunting him down to finish what he'd started years ago. And now whether he was doing it on purpose or not, Ianto had Jack so firmly wrapped around his little finger that Jack was willing to do anything to keep his pregnant mate happy.

"Aww, too bad, I was really looking forward to... oh well, I can't wait to see how you handle Rhys' mood swings." Althea was practically gleeful as she pictured grumpy, sarcastic Owen having to deal with all of Rhys' hormonal demands. 'And I can't wait to what his reaction will be if Rhys started wobbling like Ianto did.'

At the beginning of Ianto's pregnancy, when Jack didn't think Ianto should be eating some of the things he wanted, and especially some of the odd things his pregnant appetite literally craved, all Ianto had to do was look at Jack with tear-filled eyes and a wobbling lower lip and Jack was a goner. The immortal had fallen over his own feet in his haste to satisfy his mate's food-related desires. Behind his back, Owen had taken to calling Jack, 'Captain Push-Over.'

Owen snorted; there was no way he was going to be as weak as Jack was and bend to his mate's every wish. "Unlike Captain Push-Over, I still have my balls attached. I think I can handle whatever Rhys throws at me."

Althea shook her head. "Just make sure that Jack never hears you call him that, I don't think he'd be too pleased with you," she cheerfully told Owen.

Rhys vigorously nodded his head in agreement with Althea; while Jack may act like a love-sick puppy when it came to Ianto, everyone else, expect for maybe Estelle, Tosh and because she never let Jack's attitude get to her, Kathy, Jack could still be the hard-ass leader of Torchwood Three when the need called for it.

Owen blanched and gulped convulsively. He'd forgotten that while Jack was practically tripping over his own feet to make Ianto happy, on one occasion he had shown his possessive side when it came to Ianto. He'd nearly ripped the head off of a foolish young servant who had shamelessly and thoughtlessly flirted with Ianto in a misguided attempt at humour. "Right, what I said about Jack stays here between the three of us, okay?" He looked from Rhys, who nodded in the affirmative, to Althea, who merely chuckled.

"Oh no, Doctor Harper, this only stays between us until the next time you piss me off!" Althea warned with a musical laugh that echoed behind her as she left the room.

Owen shook his head. 'Yep, I definitely know where Ianto gets his attitude from. I just hope those children turn out much more behaved.' Owen knew that wasn't an empty threat from Althea and he now realised that he had to be on his best behaviour when around her, 'This is gonna be a long pregnancy.' The doctor glanced at his mate and smiled, 'but I wouldn't change a thing.'



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