Captain Jack Harkness

Who: Jack and Ianto
When: After their trip to 1973


"And there we are.  New Atlantis." 

Jack stood in the doorway of what amounted to a supply closet, arms crossed over the chest of his blue jumpsuit and jacket.  It was standard wear, this fashion, and Ianto had been given a white one with a little yellow belt and lining that Jack assured him was highly fashionable.

"Before we actually head out, a few rules.  First, no tagging the blowfish.  Second, pick your feet up when crossing doorways to mind the lip.  And thirdly, try not to be woo'd away by the sirens and mermaids."  Jack took Ianto by the hand, pointed downward at the lip, and pulled him into the hallway.  It was almost perfectly round, absolutely black, and flecked with little bits of phosphorescent rock.  "Shall we go and see the floating aquarium?"

"Bondage 101"
Who:  Broken Master, London Jack, Dabble Ianto, Broken Doctor
Where: London Hub
When: After the Doctor and Master find a sex tape at the Red TARDIS and Ianto and Jack get back from hunting Werewolves with Van Helsing

"Y-Yan!"  Jack hadn't expected much from tonight.  He and Ianto usually passed out kissing anymore, sometimes a bit further than that, but they hadn't managed sex in almost two weeks.  The werewolves were out, baying relentlessly, hurting people every night.  They had a lot of agents now, but he was sure most of them just sort of randomly hoped that a werewolf would wander into a pub so that they could get in a match or some socializing while 'hunting.'

Ianto's eyes loomed larger than life as he leaned down over Jack and finished attaching the cuffs to the headboard.  Supposedly, this was to keep him from answering his phone and keep him in bed all night for an entire sleep period.  He shifted, the Welshman's weight incredibly pleasant against him.

"This is probably a bad idea."

Downstairs, neither knew that the pair of crazed Time Lords, their kitten and bear cub were going through the massive fridge in the kitchen of the Hub.