Title: Rule of Three
Spoilers: Post-Cyberwoman, so spoilers for that.
Prompt: MPreg
Copyright: I do not own Torchwood, Captain Jack Harkness or Ianto Jones, if I did there'd be millions of Jack and Ianto's running around everywhere.

"Mmh, Ianto Jones you wonderful man." Jack groaned, taking a sip of the steaming hot mug of special blend Ianto had handed him. It was still very early morning, on a normal day even Ianto wouldn't be arriving at the Hub for at least another hour or so, unless he had spent the night down in Jack's bunker.

Ianto, Jack and Owen had been out on an incredibly early morning alien chase, a human sized green creature which was causing a rather large disturbance in a quiet village not that far from the Hub.

The creature, as of yet unnamed and unidentified, had been rifling through garbage bins, scaring away cats and confusing the elderly residents of the village. The girls, Gwen and Toshiko, were on the cleanup operation. Jack had allowed them the lie-in he knew they deserved, due to the long nights that they had recently been spending at the Hub, he didn't want two angry, sleep deprived women on his hands. Sleep deprived Ianto and Owen he could deal with.

"You're welcome, Sir." Ianto muttered, lowering his head slightly as his face began to flush slightly red at the noises the Captain was making.

Despite their sexual relationship, Ianto definitely no longer having any innocence left inside of him due to the Captain's irresistible influence, he couldn't help but get embarrassed when Jack made such noises, especially in the work place during office hours. The noises made Ianto think about the things that they had done together, even if he didn't want to think about them and attempted to redirect his thoughts somewhere else, but his subconscious always managed to fail him.

"Come on Tea-Boy!" Owen's voice could be heard through the hub, bellowing from the autopsy bay as he dissected yet another alien body that Jack had found, and once again killed. This was the one that had disturbed what he had hoped to be a nice quiet morning. Jack had killed the creature because it had gone to attack an innocent woman who was only putting out her bin for the garbage collection later that morning, "I'm elbow deep in alien intestines, and I need bloody caffeine already!" he shouted, moving his hands around inside of the alien's stomach, spots of blood splattering up and onto his white lab coat, which Ianto would later have to clean.

"I really don't like the name Owen seems to have given me," Ianto told Jack, who grinned at him in response.

Even if within the Torchwood Team now Ianto was much more than just someone who made the drinks, organised the paperwork and manned the Tourist Office, it was obvious he would never lose the title of being the drinks maker. After all, none his other colleagues knew how to work the coffee machine, and he did make the best coffee in the Hub.

"I think it's cute, Tea-Boy." Jack chuckled, standing up from his seat at the desk, to cross over the room to the young Welshman.

"Don't you start too Jack, I don't think I can deal with you calling me it," Ianto groaned, as Jack took his place in front of him, dragging his lover closer to his chest by his suit jacket.

"Do you mind if I come over to your place tonight?" The Captain asked, as he ran a hand through Ianto's soft hair. The Welshman smiled at the touch, he loved it when Jack did this. It was a small gesture, but it was soothing and calming.

"Since when have you asked? You usually just turn up, barge in, or forcefully take me home."

That had happened many times during their relationship, if that was what it could even be called. Jack would turn up unannounced to Ianto's apartment, usually never knocking on the door, just using the key that was meant to be for emergencies only, and entering the Welshman's home. Of course, when Jack turned up Ianto knew what he wanted, and was never one to deny the Captain of what he wanted.

Other times, when he would forcefully take the Welshman home, it would be either because he was drunk, the pressure of UNIT paperwork getting to him, or as a form of foreplay for the two men. Ianto never minded, he rather enjoyed Jack being possessive and aggressive. The sex would be hard, rough and leave Ianto so breathless he was on a thin line between conscious and unconscious. As much as he enjoyed that, he preferred it when the Captain was slow, sensual and they'd curl up together within the duvet and fall asleep in each others arms.

"Well, I've decided to change my attitude. Plus, I'm incredibly tired, and your bed is softer than mine is." Ianto raised an eyebrow at Jack, as his Captain told him his reasons for wanting to stay the night.

"You want to come over to sleep?" The Welshman asked slowly, to show his confusion to the Captain.

This had never happened before, Jack had never gone over to Ianto's to just talk, or just sleep, or just have dinner. There was always, always sex afterwards, that was the way every time. An unwritten rule for their relationship. Jack had never asked Ianto to go over and just sleep. As different as it was, Ianto liked the idea. It meant their relationship was built on much more than just sex. It was more than just endless, amazing sex.

"Why, did you have something else in mind Mr Jones?" Jack teased, running his hands slowly up the young mans chest causing Ianto to, for the second time this morning, blush. Before his and Jack's relationship, before Torchwood, Ianto Jones never blushed. Now, when in the presence of his Captain, that seemed to be all the Welshman ever did.

"I had better go get Owen his coffee before he hunts me down." Ianto mumbled, pulling himself reluctantly away from Jack.

"So is that a yes to me staying over tonight?"

"You know I'd never say no to you." Ianto smiled, before exiting the room, leaving Jack to stare at his perfect retreating frame.

The Captain sighed as he took his place back at his desk, taking a sip of the sweet coffee Ianto had just brought him. Tonight would be life changing, he knew that for a fact. He just hoped Ianto would be as understanding as Jack perceived him to be.

~to be continued~