Fandoms: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Doctor/Tosh, Mickey/Martha, John/Owen, 9th Doctor/Sarah Jane, Rhys/Kathy, Andy/Donna, Wilf/Estelle, Luke, Mica, Steven, Suzie, Lisa, Jake and a tiny hint of Luke/Mica and Steven/Jake, appearances by Little!Jack/Little!Ianto, Little!Tosh, Little!Donna, Little!10th Doctor and Little!Rhys
Summary: As their children get ready for Halloween, Jack and Ianto remember their own Halloween nights together.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, Doctor Who, the Smurfs, Toy Story, Sherlock Holmes or Merlin.
Chapter 3: A Magical Halloween
“I honestly think that Rhys became terrified too develop any type of feelings other than friendship for Donna.” Jack admitted to his husband. “I still think that Andy is the bravest man I know for courting and marrying Donna.”
Ianto shook his head fondly. “We all know that Donna was the one who set her sights on Andy; he was just smart enough to go along with it and he ended up getting the girl he’s being crushing on since high school.” Ianto reminded his husband.
“Ah, yes, if I remember correctly their big date was our final year of high school Halloween dance. Good times, good times.” Jack leered at his husband. “I was amazed that we managed to leave the bedroom that night. You looked so damn sexy dressed up as Merlin and you still cast a spell over me even today,” he purred and waggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
Ianto took a moment to roll his eyes before leering back at Jack. “I have to admit that you did look pretty fine yourself as King Arthur. I’m really glad you lost the codpiece, too; that little costume change made the after-party so much easier!”
“Hey! Enough with the little, please!” Jack protested. “Besides, it made dancing with you properly impossible.”
“All the girls were so jealous that you wouldn’t dance with any of them,” Ianto grinned as he found himself drifting back to that Halloween party.
“Only with you, my Yan-Yan.” Jack pulled his husband in for a kiss. “Always with you.”
Jack and Ianto’s final year of high school
Lazing about on their bed, Jack’s smouldering gaze was locked onto the bare flesh being displayed before him, and he licked his lips as Ianto’s strong back was revealed to him inch by torturous inch.
Ianto didn’t even blink as he suddenly found himself pinned to the wall, Jack’s chest pressing against his back and his erection rubbing against his arse. “Jack, we don’t have time for this.” Ianto fought back a shudder as his lover left a trail of kisses across his bare shoulders.
“We both know that is not true, Yan, the party is not for another hour, which means…” Jack lowered his voice seductively and trailed his fingers along the bare skin of Ianto’s neck. “I have more just enough time to take you to our bed and make hot, slow love to you.” Jack purred and nuzzled the sensitive skin behind Ianto’s ear, making the younger man’s knees turn to jelly.
As the tiny whimper escaped Ianto’s lips, Jack knew he had won. Turning Ianto around in his arms, Jack captured his mouth in a deep kiss; lips locked, they made their way to their bed.
Ianto was grateful that he hadn’t yet put his costume on, given the way Jack was frantically tearing at his clothes. To save his shirt from being ripped from his body, Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck and pulled him into another deep kiss. Finally, when the need for air became too great, Ianto broke the kiss and looked deeply into his boyfriend’s blue eyes. “Slowly, Cariad, we have plenty of time.”
Jack shivered as those sexy Welsh vowels, deepened with lust, washed over him. “If we go slowly, then we’ll be more than an hour,” he murmured into Ianto’s ear. “Much more.” Not that Jack ever truly minded taking his sweet time worshiping Ianto’s body; after all, he’d rather have a naked Ianto as his treat any day. “We’ll be late to the party.”
Arching his body against his lover’s, Ianto let Jack feel every hungry inch of him as he whispered teasingly, “This magician doesn’t care how late we are, Sire.”
That broke the last bit of willpower Jack was clinging to, and with a throaty growl, he pounced upon his far-too- sexy-for-his-own-good boyfriend.
“They’re late.” Donna announced as she scowled at her watch.
“Of course they are! This is Jack and Ianto we are talking about.” John ‘Doctor’ Smith cheerful piped up only to duck behind his girlfriend as the redhead turned her glare on him.
“Oh, stop hiding behind Tosh, you big baby. Perhaps you should have gone as a chicken instead of Sir Gwaine.” Donna rolled her eyes at him.
“Tosh is going as Morgana and as a shipper of the Gwaine/Morgana pairing, it only seemed right that I go as the brave knight.” John smiled at Tosh, who sweetly smiled back at him.
“Whose idea was it to come as Merlin characters anyway?” Mickey grumbled as he tugged on his armour.
Martha smiled up at him, “It was Jack’s idea; he thought that it was only fitting he and Ianto should go as a famous couple, and that opened the door to the rest of us. Besides,” she added shyly, “I think you make a handsome Lancelot.”
Donna and Tosh shared a look that screamed ‘joy!’. Since learning about Tom cheating on her, Martha hadn’t being the same; everyone knew that Mickey had a crush on Martha, and they all hoped this group date went well.
‘Of course to get this date started, we need our two missing members!’ Donna thought with a scowl. Really what good was having Gwaine (John), Morgana (Tosh), Lancelot (Mickey), Guinevere (Martha), Leon (Rhys), Freya (Kathy), Nimueh (Donna) and Will (Andy), without Arthur and Merlin?
“Sorry we’re late!” An out-of-breath American voice called from behind them.
“About bloody time you two showed up!” Donna snapped as Jack and Ianto joined them. From the love bites that everyone could see decorating Ianto’s neck, it was very clear what had kept them. Donna levelled a glare at them that would have made lesser men quake in their boots.
“We’re sorry, Donna.” Ianto spoke up shyly.
A sigh escaped Donna’s lips; she never could stay mad at Ianto for very long when he flashed those blue eyes at her. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters. Come on, let’s get going.” Grasping Andy’s arm she dragged him behind her as she moved full-steam ahead out the door.
Not wanting to anger Donna any more, they all followed the fiery redhead to the party.
An hour later
The party was well under way and the group had split up. Jack was waiting in line at the refreshments table getting him and Ianto something to drink when an unwelcome voice purred in his ear, “Hello, my King.”
‘Damn!’ Reluctantly turning, Jack was not at all surprised to see Gwen Cooper, dressed as her own version of Guinevere, albeit a rather slutty one. “Gwen,” he spoke in a cold voice, and there was no smile on his handsome face. At one time, he had tried to be friends with the woman, but her thoughtless treatment of his beloved Ianto had put a serious strain on their friendship. When her involvement in the break-up between Tom and Martha was exposed, Jack had immediately cut her from his circle of friends.
Deliberately ignoring the obvious lack of interest, Gwen shifted closer to Jack, making sure he got a good view of her cleavage. “Care to dance?” She lowered her voice and tried to sound alluring as she trailed her hand up and down Jack’s arm.
Jack moved out of Gwen’s reach. “I don’t think so, Cooper. Ianto, my boyfriend,” and he carefully stressed the word, “is waiting for me.” The thought of his lover sent a glowing smile across his face.
A pout spread across Gwen’s face. “But Jack, can’t you see how much better I am for you than Ianto?” She whinged, her voice once again at its normal unpleasant pitch. “I have so…”
“Is that the same way you were better for Tom than me?” A new voice cut in, and Jack grinned at the interruption.
Gulping, Gwen turned around and came face-to-face with a seething Martha Jones. “Martha, you look wonderful!” Gwen plastered a fake smile on her face as she spoke in an overly sweet voice. “How are you?”
“Pretty good, considering I’m talking with the witch who stole my boyfriend and who I now find hitting on one of my best friends. I know you know that he’s in a very committed relationship with another of my best friends. Jack has made it very clear that he doesn’t want to have anything to do with you, so get over yourself and go enjoy the man you stole from me!” Martha snarled in rage and fire flashing from her eyes.
Seeing that she had lost this round, but vowing to herself that it wasn’t over yet, Gwen turned on her heel and haughtily stalked off to find Tom.
Jack smiled at Martha. “Thank you for that! Do you think she finally got the message?” He hated the fact that Gwen had caused Martha so much more pain, but he was also glad that his friend had gotten a chance to stand up to Gwen.
Martha gave him a look somewhere between weary and amused. “Gwen will still be trying to get into your pants long after you and Ianto marry. But don’t you worry; I’m more than willing to give her a good bitch-slap any old time to smarten her up.” She had a gleeful look in her eyes at that idea.
Jack shook his head fondly, “Go have fun with Mickey; I have a wizard to seduce.” With a happy leer on his face, Jack bounced off to find Ianto, drinks forgotten.
Martha smiled warmly at her disappearing friend’s back. Then it dawned on her that Jack had a good idea and she abandoned her pursuit of a drink to go on the hunt for her white knight.
Like always, Jack was able to effortlessly home in on Ianto and within a couple of minutes, he’d found him and had swooped in for a kiss that left them both shaking and breathless.
Breaking the kiss, Jack leaned down and whispered in Ianto’s ear, “What do you say we blow this party and have our own, clothing optional?”
Despite the delicious shiver that ran down his back as Jack’s hot breath drifted across his skin, Ianto shook his head and answered softly, “We should stay a little longer, at least an hour, and then you can take me home and have all the treats you want.” Ianto purred, keeping his voice low and emphasising the Welsh vowels he knew drove Jack crazy.
‘An hour!’ A whimper escaped Jack’s lips. ‘How am I going to last a whole hour?’ He shifted his leg to try and relieve the pressure behind his suddenly too-restrictive costume. He knew he’d never last an entire hour if something didn’t happen soon, and with another twitch, he knew exactly what that something was.
Casting a quick look around the room, Jack spied the hallway to the restrooms. “Um. Yan? I’m gonna hit the men’s; be back in a second, okay?” He placed a quick kiss on Ianto’s lips and then strode purposefully, if not a little awkwardly, off down the hall. When he returned a few moments later, no one noticed that he’d made one small but vital change to his costume, and the cleaning crew who found the abandoned codpiece the next morning in the men’s bathroom just shook their heads and tossed it in the bin along with the other pieces of party-related debris.