missthingsplace | Utopia 2/?

Title: Utopia
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Toshiko, Gwen, Rhys ... others
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: When Ianto is sent a request that he, according to his fathers cannot be turned down he has no idea of how much his life is going to change.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, angst, humour, AU, MPREG
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series

A/N: A huge thank you everyone who has commented, i shall be replying to them all very shortly. I'd also like to thank those that came to my help in my hour of need when my mind went; wynkat and ice-elf.livejournal.com This chapter took a little longer to edit as this was where it started to go off in the wrong direction originally.

Previous chapters: http://missthingsplace.dreamwidth.org/449741.html

Upon exiting the coach Ianto looked upwards at the huge arch that spanned the castle entrance where the name 'Torchwood' was calved deep into the stone, it was obvious that it was the name of the Castle but he had no idea what the connection was with the Royal family, their family name was Harkness. His thoughts were interrupted when a man wearing a long brown cape over a loose, ankle length tunic of blue with a fine white stripes and clinched in at the waist by a wide strip of leather approached them, a toothy smile upon his face.

“Good evening Sir's, I am the Castle elder. The Queen's personal Physician is my official title” he said, introducing himself. “you can refer to me as Doctor. I'm afraid the Queen has been called away, a dear friend of her has been taken ill and the Prince, Captain Jack has yet to return from hunting but please allow me to show you to your rooms.”

“That's a bit rude,” Ianto huffed to no-one in particular. “you'd think a Prince would make sure he was here to meet his future husband in person. Anyone would think he didn't care who he was going to be betrothed to!”

“I'm sure he intended to,” his father said, the three of them following the Doctor through the castle entrance. “when he arrives he will make an apology to you, positive.”

“Sure ...” Ianto began and then trailed off, lost for words at the ornate interior of the huge entrance all.

“Is the whole castle like this?” Ianto's dad asked in awe.

“It is indeed Sire,” the Doctor told them proudly. “the queen prides herself on keeping the castle in the best possible order.”

“She's doing a marvellous job, it must be hundreds of years old but looks like it was erected only a few years ago.” Ianto father put in, nodding.

“It's almost a thousand years old,” the Doctor told them. “the stone was chosen because it weathers well, a good choice by all accounts.”

“Do you think she will return soon?” Ianto asked, feeling a little agitated still over the Prince's absence.

“She is expected back by the eve of the betrothal,” the Doctor answered. “she would not miss her son's betrothal for anything.”

“And when exactly is that to be?” Ianto asked curiously. “the details have never been mentioned to me.”

“In seven sunsets,” the man told him smiling. “I myself will be performing the ceremony.”

“Seven sunsets?” Ianto huffed loudly. “I can't have more than a passing of one spanning arc to get to know the man I'm meant to be spending the rest of my life with?”

“It's traditional Sir,” the Doctor informed him. “all of the Princes have had betrothals this way.”

“What's wrong with joining together for love?” Ianto questioned him.

“It is deemed better to have a perfect match, than falling in love with someone unsuitable,” he replied.

“And to maximise the chances of bearing a girl,” Ianto muttered under his breath.

The Doctor stopping finally after many staircases and long hallways outside a large wooden door and turned to address Ianto's parents. “This would be the double chamber, for yourselves.”

The Doctor opened the door wide and followed them inside, Ianto trailing behind, his mind pondering on the lack of time between meeting Price Jack and their arranged betrothal.

“This is just fantastic, thank you,” Ianto father grinned, taking the hand of his betrothed in his own.

The chamber was at least twenty feet from floor to ceiling and at least twenty five feet square. The bed itself was huge, larger than they had ever seen before and covered in the most luxurious silks with dozens of pillows adorning it. The wooden floor was almost completely covered by a huge rug and heavy drapes hung at the modest windows all in a deep purple colour scheme. All enhanced by the gas lights burning in the corners of the large room.

“This is one of our finest guest chambers,” the Doctor told them. “your luggage should be delivered momentarily, I shall show Master Ianto to his own chamber, just down the corridor. Dinner will be served when the sun sets, I will send someone up to escort you to the great hall.”

“This is heaven,” Ianto's dad sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “thank you.”

“How long until sunset?” Ianto father asked, moving to join his betrothed on the edge of the bed.

“About an hour Sire,” the Doctor said with a knowing smile, causing Ianto to roll his eyes at his parents.

“Plenty of time for us to … freshen up,” Ianto father stated. “thank you.”

“You are very welcome Sires,” the Elder told them and led Ianto from the room, closing the door firmly behind them and leading him towards another room on the opposite side of the hallway.

“Your bed chamber Sir,” the Doctor said, pushing the door open and Ianto gasped at the sight before him.

The room was much like that of his parents, dressed in red instead of purple, but like his own room at home he had his own bath, but it was much larger and deeper. There was also a door leading out to a balcony that looked out for miles, so far in fact that he believed he could actually see the edge of the kingdom of Utopia.

“The chamber pleases you?” The Elder asked him.

“It's perfect, thank you,” Ianto replied politely.

“Can I get you anything, Sir?” The Doctor enquired.

“No, I'm fine, thank you,” Ianto answered.

“Then I shall leave you in peace,” he told him. “Prince Jack should be back in time for dinner.”

Ianto nodded, waited for the man to leave and then made his way back onto the balcony. In the distance he could see two horse speeding fast in the direction of the castle, moving so that he was pressed against the stone wall of the balcony he watched them intently and when they came into view he knew instantly that the man on the chestnut mare to be Prince Jack.

The man sat tall in the saddle, his hair almost the same colour of that of his horse. He was dressed in dark grey riding trousers and a deep blue shirt and was laughing loudly at something his riding companion had obviously said. Ianto watched them until they were out of sight and then left the balcony to perch on the edge of his bed and ponder on whether he would have to wait until dinner to see his future partner.

Ianto's trunk was delivered to his room a few minutes later and left where he instructed, beside the huge cabinet he assumed must he for his clothes and after thanking the servants for delivering it he moved to it, threw back the lid and wondered if he was expected to change for dinner as he lifted out various items and tried to shake the creases out.

A loud knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts, he placed the garments in his hands back into the trunk and stood up straight.

“Come in,” Ianto called out.

The door opened and he found himself looking at the man he had already assessed as Prince Jack.

“Your Highness,” Ianto said respectfully, bowing at the waist.

“Your Highness?” The Prince echoed, laughing softly. “Is that what you will call me when we are betrothed?”

“It is your title, perhaps you would prefer Sire?” Ianto answered, feeling his cheeks redden slightly. “Perhaps Captain?”

This time Jack laughed out loud.

“As much as I love the sound of you calling me Sire, I feel it maybe inappropriate” Jack grinned. “especially in our bed chamber! When we are betrothed you shall just address me as Jack, being my partner will also give you the title of Prince.”

“I do not deserve that honour Sire,” Ianto stated adamantly.

“That is up to me and you will gain the title,” Jack told him very firmly. “there will be no argument on the subject, and I didn't miss that Sire. You can call me Jack from this moment.”

“Until we are betrothed it will be inappropriate, I will call you Prince Jack,” Ianto insisted. “or Sire.”

Jack crossed his arms and smiled at the man before him.

“Okay, it won't be for long anyway,” Jack agreed.

“Are … you had no say in this union either?” Ianto asked curiously.

“No, but I cannot refuse my mothers choice of partner for me,” Jack answered. “I am ready to be betrothed, I have – as my own Father put it – sown all the wild oats I should.”

“But … I am … sorry,” Ianto babbled, trailing off as he felt his cheeks reddening again.

“But what?” Jack asked, finding the young man's blush more than a little attractive.

“I have not sown any wild oats,” Ianto blurted out before he changed his mind again.

Jack laughed louder than ever.

“Then I shall enjoy teaching you the joys of the flesh,” he grinned, moving towards the young man and closing the gap between them.

Jack stopped inches away from his intended, lifted his hands to place two fingers under Ianto's chin and lifted it up to look into his eyes.

“It will be nothing but pleasurable, I can promise you,” Jack said huskily, feeling himself becoming aroused at the thought of his intended being untainted.

“It's not … not like I don't have any experience ...” Ianto stuttered again, wishing he had never started the line of conversation with a man he had only met moments before. “but … not ...”

“I understand,” Jack told him, conveying how much with the look in his eyes. “I won't hurt you.”

Ianto gulped, knowing his face was now burning bright red and unsure what to say next when Jack lent forwards and brushed his lips softly over his.

“Yes?” The Prince asked.

“Yep,” Ianto nodded, his eyes closing this time when their lips met.

The kiss was soft and gentle, unhurried as if the Prince was seeking out his taste. Ianto had barely begun to sink into it when the Prince pulled away, lifting a hand to stroke the younger man's cheek.

“Perhaps we should bring the wedding forward to tomorrow?” Jack suggested with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

A look of horror crossed Ianto's face.

“That scary am I?” Jack asked, amused.

“No, it's just … I think we should get to know more about each other first,” Ianto replied, shifting the look from his face into one of no expression. “if we are going to spend the rest of our lives together? And also, the Queen, I'm told she won't be returning until the betrothal?”

“You're right,” Jack sighed softly. “she would never forgive me if we did it without her.”

“Good,” Ianto nodded, his sigh on of relief and noticing that the sun had nearly set. “should we be making our way to dinner?”

“We should,” the Prince agreed. “we can head down down.”

“Should I change, dress for dinner?” Ianto asked, indicating his clothes with a sweep if his hands.

“Oh no, you look just delicious in those clothes,” Jack told him with a cock of an eyebrow and began to make his way towards the door.

“Oh fuck ...” Ianto murmured under his breath, following the Prince and wondering just what he was getting himself into.

TBC

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Excellent how you have incorporated the name Torchwood, and The Doctor into the story. I think, so far, you have the characters (Jack and Ianto) acting very true to their natures. Love the "Sire" in place of Sir. Good job. I am enjoying (as always) this story. A good beginning.

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