Silver'verse: 09 | Awakening

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Title: Silver'verse
Chapter: 09 | Awakening
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Alternate Universe, Fluff, a bit domestic, adventure
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR COE! DON'T READ!, M|M slash, threesome, d/p.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Post CoE (begins 3010). Interactive Fiction: the readers have the ultimate say how the next chapter will continue via a poll at the end of each one. (Please remember that as a writer, I can do an RTD, ignore you all and piss off in a totally different direction ... but I wouldn't do that. Not really :p)




FIRST PART of SILVER'VERSE | The Ballad of Ianto Jones: Keeping Promises

FIRST PART of THIS FIC | Starting Over

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09 |


Jack opened a bleary eye, the sound of heavy breathing beside him rousing him from his slumber. He’d been having a nice dream, in a world full of soft beds, and Buttons and Iantos that didn’t mind ... erm ... doing what they were apparently doing now ...

Ianto was on his back, and Button was straddled over his hips kissing him and pulling at his t-shirt. Jack sat up, and the other two men ignored him apart from Ianto reaching out to put a hand on his bicep, which then smoothly travelled to a hardened nipple. The Captain knew his eyes were dark as he moved onto his hands and knees, leaning in close to Button’s ear and nipping it gently.

With a start of surprise, Button jumped and froze, sitting up straight and making Ianto hiss with the sudden friction of the movement on his groin. He stared wide eyed at Jack as if suddenly unsure he would be allow this. It was hardly a surprise, though, when Jack pulled him roughly towards him and claimed his lips, his tongue surging forward.

It had been so long since Button had last kissed the Captain, but he remembered his technique and matched it as if they’d never been apart. He was vaguely aware of Ianto moving to sit up underneath him before teeth and tongue began to work on his neck, making him tremble and moan and drawing a chuckle from Jack. They broke apart as Ianto wrapped his arms around Button to get more access to the soft skin of his neck, and Jack moved to sit behind Ianto and kiss his hair.

Button’s eyes were closed, his head tipped back, his hips instinctively thrusting a little forward trying to gain stimulation from Ianto's body holding him close. Jack reached out and stroked Button’s dark curls, before cupping the back of his head to support it as he joined Ianto at the soft skin of his neck. He sighed, feeling Jack and Ianto's breath on his sensitive skin.

A hand was palming Jack’s cock through his trousers, and given how lost Button seemed Jack could only assume it was Ianto. He removed himself from Button’s neck, and pulled Ianto from him, too. Ianto closed his eyes for a second as Button canted his hips again, putting the pressure of his weight on Ianto's erection, then pulled Jack into a deep kiss. Jack wrapped himself around him as Button moved, his eyes black pools as he watched them making out on the bed.

Reaching out, he tugged gently at the waistband of Ianto's pyjama bottoms, and was disappointed to find his hand batted away, chastised for his impatience. Jack chuckled deep in his throat, and broke away from Ianto. Ianto tried to follow him with his mouth, but Jack slowly backed off the bed, smirking seductively, and pulled the armchair from the corner of the room so that it was positioned with a good view of the large mattress. Ianto arched an eyebrow, Button glanced between them, his thought pattern still not much advanced beyond “Why’s Jack not in bed?”.

Ianto smiled a little and nodded, kneeling up as Jack fetched the complimentary bottle of gel from the en suite, then settled into the chair to watch them.

“Take your shirts off ...” he instructed, his voice husky and deep.

Button moved to kneel opposite Ianto as they both complied, and let his eyes roam over Ianto's torso, peppered with dark curls and the occasional freckle. He shuffled closer, almost tentatively reaching out to touch him, and rested a hand on his shoulder, trying to pull Ianto closer. Ianto didn’t give, and waited for Button to close the distance between them, and even then only loosely put his arms around him. Button was well aware that as they kissed – and dear God, could Ianto kiss! – Ianto was probably staring at Jack as their tongues danced.

Gasping, he felt himself lifted completely, and remembered that to Ianto, he would weigh barely anything. A thousand possibilities tried to charge through his mind, before the blank bliss of being palmed gently and caressed by sure hands overtook it. His pants were being pulled down slowly, and he was aware of Jack’s instructions from his chair, but Ianto's tongue was already swirling around the head of his cock, blue sapphire eyes boring into his.

Resting the back of his knees on Ianto's shoulders as he lay between Button’s legs, Ianto began sucking him off in earnest, a gentle hand holding down the hips that tried to buck into his throat. Button writhed and gasped, his arms stretched up above his head, opening his legs wider.

“Finger him ...” he heard Jack command, and Ianto held out two fingers for Jack slick with spit. He said something else, too, but Button couldn’t hear it over the blood pounding through his ears, or the thrum of his body as a wet finger probed inside him while his cock disappeared between Ianto's lips.

Ianto paused and said something to Jack, and the Captain gave his deep chuckle again, a sound that made Button writhe and stretch more under Ianto's careful ministrations. He nearly jumped when Jack’s voice whispered in his ear: “We’re going to let you come. Would you like that?”

Ianto's fingers withdrew from his body and lifted Button’s upper half easily so that he was laid across Jack’s lap in the bed. He was flushed and panting, his lips swollen, his eyes dark as they stared up at Jack’s amused and lustful gaze. Jack cradled him as Ianto began again, Button desperately trying to remember how to breathe in the onslaught as Jack flicked his nipple and kissed his nose. The Captain moved him again until Button’s back was resting against his chest, trapping Ianto's fingers inside him so that they could only nudge tantalisingly at his prostate. Groaning, he tilted his head back to rest on Jack’s shoulder, and moaned in frustration when Ianto pulled away from him again.

“Prepare Ianto, now ...” Jack muttered in his ear as Ianto started pulling off his own pyjama bottoms.

“Y-you want me to ...?” Button tried to make sense of where Ianto's mouth had gone.

“Prepare him ... here ....”

Jack pulled Button’s hand towards him and dribbled a bit of lube onto his fingers. Ianto lay down on his front, a cushion under his hips to lift them up and make it easier for Button to push his fingers into him from where Jack still had him pinned to his chest.

Ianto clutched the bed sheets and bit his lip as Button entered him with his middle finger, his shaking hand guided by Jack, with Jack’s other hand wrapped around his cock and squeezing the base to stop him from coming at the mere sight of Ianto before him.

Adding a little more gel, Jack stilled Button’s finger inside Ianto as far is it would go, then gently pushed one of his own into the tight hole.

“Ah! Jack!” gasped Ianto, not even having to turn around and look to know they were both inside him. He lifted his hips to get more of his two lovers inside him, and Jack smirked.

“See Button? See what we do to him ...”

Button was more in control of himself now, and decided he didn’t want to be entirely passive in this. Leaning forward, he licked his tongue over Jack’s wrist, to the finger in Ianto's body, and then stiffened it to probe inside. Ianto made a strangled cry, his composure slipping, and his head buried itself in the bedding. Jack’s other hand was tangled in Button’s curls, pushing his head forward in encouragement. He’d knelt up to get a better view as Button bobbed his head to make his tongue move in and out of Ianto’s stretched opening.

He felt Jack curl his finger up into Ianto's prostate, and withdrew his tongue to lick from the hole up to the small of Ianto's back.

“You dirty son of a bitch, Button!” Ianto hissed, squeezing the base of his cock. Button smirked to himself and smacked Ianto's behind, before remembering he didn’t really know what Ianto liked. He did like that, apparently, judging from the way his muscles clamped down on his and Jack’s fingers and the gasp that escaped his lips.

“Play nice, Button!” chided Jack, pulling their fingers out of Ianto's body. “Ianto ... on your back. And ... and I want you to keep eye contact – even when you come ...”

Ianto turned and did as he was told, and Button crawled up his body from Jack’s embrace. Ianto lifted his knees to his shoulders, drawing them up, and Button placed a hand either side of his head. Leaning down, Button kissed him, feeling Jack’s hand playing with his balls and a thumb slipping inside him, making him gasp.

With a little more gel, Button took a deep breath to calm himself before pushing forward inside Ianto, and both men gasped and threw their heads back. Ianto's eyes flew open from when they had shut, and Button buried his head in his neck as he began to move in and out and in and out.

Rough hands pulled at his hair as the Captain wrenched his head from Ianto's neck.

“Look at him ...” Jack reminded him, holding Button’s head in place. “... just look at him ...” he breathed. Button stared down into his eyes – sapphires, black diamonds and mercury twinkling in the semi-dark – Jack’s hands on his neck and head, holding his chin so that he wouldn’t look away.

Button moved faster, his rhythm losing itself and becoming erratic. Jack was talking to Ianto, he couldn’t hear the exchange, but he groaned loudly as he was lifted bodily again and laid down. Ianto straddled him, and reached behind himself to line up Button’s dick with his hole.

“No!” gasped Button. “What if ... what if ....”

“I won’t crush you.” Ianto assured him, as Jack appeared behind him, now naked and kissing at his neck. “I won’t.” he repeated, holding Button’s gaze. He sank down onto his cock and any worries Button had were dissolved as Ianto rode him gently, almost rocking. With a smirk he leaned forward, his legs spread wide as they straddled Button’s hips, and he stared him straight in the eyes as he felt another blunt, hot and throbbing intrusion to Ianto's hole.

“Jack ...?” gasped Button. “Oh God ...” he sighed as the Captain breached the tight ring of muscle already surrounding Button’s cock, stretching it tighter as he pushed his own inside.

“Ianto ...” breathed Jack when he was deep inside.

“Mmmf ...” was all Ianto could reply, his mouth half open, a tight frown of ecstasy taught on his features.

“Don’t you dare come, Ianto ... you’ll hurt us both ...”

“Won’t ... promise ... oh! Fuck! Jack ... Button ...”

It was too much for Button, and his hips bucked at the sound of Ianto breathing his name in heaven, and he came, writhing and gasping, his fists knotted into the duvet above his head. Jack let himself go, too, and Ianto felt the second climax shot into his body, hot and erotic. It took everything he had not to come along with them, breathing as deeply as he could. He pulled himself off their softening cocks, panting hard, and managed to coax Button into lying on his front.

Desperately, he checked Button’s opening to see if it was still stretched enough from earlier, and took the lube from Jack, preparing him a little more, hastily and hungrily. Button was too zoned out to do anything other than let Ianto use his body, just about managing to open his legs wider when he felt the large intrusion. He managed to gasp words of encouragement, lying on his front as Ianto sank into his body from his position on all fours above him.

Jack lay beside them, watching lazily as his cock shrunk back, and smiled dazedly at Button as he turned onto his side.

“You can come now, Ianto ...” whispered Jack, and Button closed his eyes as Ianto thrust forward hard, gasping and breath catching. Button was disappointed not to feel hot ejaculate burst inside him, but then remembered that a Ianto had nothing to create sperm or anything to expel during climax. At the back of his mind, he decided he should really do something about that.

Ianto pulled out, and the mattress dipped and bounced a little as he lay between Button and Jack. They both pulled themselves closer to him, kissing his chest appreciatively, and snuggling down.

All three were asleep in a matter of minutes.

Over on the dressing table, a very huffy Miss Sato was very disappointed that several of her requests to be propped up and given a better view hadn’t even been heard.



~*~*~*~



Button woke up alone, but that didn’t bother him too much. He could hear Jack and Ianto in the next room, speaking in low voices. Ianto, as usual, maintained his reserved tone, while Jack sounded enthusiastic and lively.

Too comfortable to move, Button replayed the events of the night before through his head, smiling into the duvet and forcing himself to roll over. He nearly jumped in surprise when warm lips grazed his temple, and Jack’s soothing voice began coaxing him awake.

“Whaddizit?” he asked sleepily, opening his eyes as much as the light from the ‘open window’ [projection] would allow.

“Come into the living room, sweetheart.” smiled Jack, tugging at his hand and offering him a dressing gown. He took it and yawned, pulling it on as Jack helped him off the vast expanse of mattress that was their triple bed.

In the kitchen, he found Ianto sat at the breakfast bar with three fry-ups and three cups of tea waiting for them. They all sat together and ate in companionable silence until Ianto decided to speak.

“Jack and I have discussed ... your proposal.” he ventured.

Button’s eyes darted between the two men, and he swallowed the bit of sausage he was part way through chewing. He waited until Ianto continued.

“Look, Button ...” sighed Ianto, and Button felt his stomach knot. Another rejection. Ah well ... maybe he could get a dog or something. “... Jack and I ... we’ve only been together again a year and a half – you know that.”

“Yeah.” agreed Button.

“But ... there’s only one of you Button – and only one lifetime to have you in. We ... we both ... we both really like you and ...” Ianto sighed, and massaged his forehead. “What I’m saying is: we’re going to give you a chance. One chance. We have a long, long time ahead of us, and we’ll always regret it if we didn’t at least give you a chance. I ... I know what it’s like to be ... to be knocked back and rejected time after time. And – God, we don’t pity you! Don’t look like that! You ... we don’t want you hurt. We want you cared for, and if we get to do it ourselves ... you deserve that from us, and we ... well, we both want you with us.”

Button was pretty sure he’d just dropped his food back onto his plate. “You ... you do?”

Jack leaned forward. “We’re going to try it, and see how it goes. But ... if we think you’re working between us, or hindering us in any way: that’s it.”

“I wouldn’t work between you. With you, I swear. With you.”

“Triads are difficult.” continued Ianto. “Not only is there the relationship between the three of us, there’s the relationship between each of us as individuals. There’s my relationship with Jack, there’s his relationship with you and there’s your relationship with me. Each one needs to be worked and cared for, and that takes commitment. A rift in one relationship changes everything – we’re not saying we cannot argue: that would be beyond unrealistic. We need to learn the extent of our own forgiveness, and keep within boundaries.”

Button nodded, sipping his tea. They all fell silent for a while, eating and drinking down their breakfast. “I can’t promise not to screw up.” sighed Button eventually. “I ... the most serious relationship I’ve ever had was with Lennie.”

“Shit, yeah ...” breathed Ianto. “I think we should keep this little experiment under our hats for now. You need to split with Lennie before she finds out we had sex ...”

The three men all let their gaze slip into the middle distance as they recalled the night before.

“So ... what boundaries are there?” asked Jack.

“Shouldn’t we figure those out as we go?” frowned Button, gathering the plates to help Ianto wash up.

Ianto agreed.

Jack shrugged and plopped himself down on the settee to watch the HoloTelevision.

After getting washed and dressed, Button went back into the living room to see Ianto now sat on the settee while Jack raided the mini bar for a second breakfast. He joined him, picking a yoghurt cereal bar and going to make more tea. He laughed when he heard Jack pretty much jump on Ianto while he tried to watch the telly, shouting “SQUISH!” as he cuddled him.

“Jack!” sighed Ianto, laughing a little too. “Jack ... tryna watch this ...”

“Fine ... fine ...” grumbled Jack good-naturedly, crawling off his lap to sit beside him on the couch.

“Wha-oo-watchin?” asked Button over a mouthful of yogurt-y cereal goodness, going to stand by the couch.

“It’s a documentary about that dude that decided to actually count all the stars, and tried to get his lineage to carry on the work after he died until every star in the universe was counted.” droned Jack.

“Sounds ... electric ...” Button smirked out of the corner of his eye at Jack, who was clearly bored.

Jack grinned openly, grabbed his hand dragged him forcefully down onto his lap. “SQUISH!” he chirruped delightedly, crushing Button to him as he had done Ianto.

“Yay! Huggies!” laughed Button, mimicking Jack’s childish tone and squishing him back. They relaxed their grip slightly, and Button made himself comfortable on the Captain’s knee before stretching his legs out to rest across Ianto's lap. Ianto smiled at him reassuringly and rested a hand on his thigh, which found itself covered by Jack’s, and they all fell into a comfortable silence as Ianto changed the channel to find something for them all to watch.

Inevitably, that ‘something’ wound up as being some rather adult ‘documentaries’, which wound up with them in bed again.

Once Jack and Ianto had drifted off, Button disentangled himself from their limbs and dragged himself from their warm embrace. He smiled at their sleeping forms, pulling his clothes back on and taking a deep breath as he prepared himself.

If his time away from Earth had taught him anything, it was that there were at least two people in the world who really did think he was worth taking a chance for. It didn’t matter to them that he was only the Head of ... what was the head of again? Ianto had made up the title. Something like ... well, it didn’t matter to them that his job didn’t really exist, and he was paid to ‘simply find out things’ as Lennie had once said.

His mam had always told him that ‘there was always a reason to smile, as long as you take the time to find it’. Button always found a reason to smile, no matter what, and now, as he prepared himself to leave the suite, he thought of two reasons: Jack and Ianto.

It was time to face Lennie, and this time, Button wouldn’t be her doormat.

“Hey,” Ianto’s voice called from the bedroom doorway behind him. “where you going?”

“I am allowed out on my own, aren’t I?” asked Button, turning and smiling.

“Yeah.” nodded Ianto. “I just ... wondered where you were going.”

“I’m going to break it off with Lennie.”

Ianto dropped his gaze to the floor, then made eye contact again, folding his arms. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“I want to do it on my own.”

Ianto nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips, but he understood. “Good.”

Button smiled awkwardly, lingering in the by the door.

“Um ...” Ianto started, taking a step forward. “... you ... what if she won’t let you split up with her?”

“I won’t give her a choice. I want to be with you. You’re better for me.”

“Are we?” asked Ianto, almost to himself.

“You see me for who I am, not what I am. She sees my ... my job title. She sees me as a shag. You don’t, do you?”

Ianto shook his head. “I see you for you. But what about me? Do you see me as I am?”

Button blinked, then realised what he was asking. “I see you as ... you’re you. A person. Not a ... not a ... Ianto! What are you saying ...?”

Ianto sighed, regarding him carefully. “I can trust you ... right?” he asked, his shoulders slumping, his defensive stance melting away and for the first time in Button’s presence, he seemed vulnerable.

Button crossed to him quickly and hugged him, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “What is it? Of course you can trust me, love. What is it?”

“He ... he ...” whispered Ianto, glancing towards the bedroom where Jack was sleeping. “ ... he ... what if he doesn’t see that? All that time he spent by my side, watching me rebuilt ... what if that was just ... I don’t know .... but ... what if Chace Williams was right? What if I m just ... just his glorified sex toy ...?”

Button stared at him. “You’re seriously letting the callous words of a drugged-up assassin affect you? – not just you, but your relationship with Jack?”

Ianto sat on the couch where Button was guiding him and smiled weakly. “Stupid isn’t it? But ... I can’t get it out of my head ....”

Button pressed a kiss to his temple and held his hand, slipping a comforting arm around his shoulders. “Your fears are totally unfounded.” Button asserted. “Completely and utterly ridiculous. Jack loves you more than anything – I can see it.”

Ianto raised his head and met his eyes. “If he left me ... would you ... would you stay with me? Would you stay with me ... or would you go with him?”

Looking away, Button didn’t know what to say. “I ... I can’t answer that ... and I ... I don’t need to because ... because he wouldn’t ....”

“He would.” Ianto muttered darkly, squeezing his hand tighter subconsciously. “He left before. He left me twice.”

Button blinked. It occurred to him he didn’t really know much about Jack and Ianto's history beyond Jack’s rambling trips to nowhere during their search for Ianto. He knew Ianto had died, and been brought back. He knew the facts, but he didn’t know the true nuances of the men he had agreed to commit himself to.

“I think ...” he pondered. “... that you and I need to have a heart-to-heart. C’mon.”

He heaved Ianto to his feet (really, he just tugged his hand. Ianto was far too heavy to pull) and ushered him into the bedroom to get dressed.









FIN








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