Utopia 7/?

[missthingsplace]

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 

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

“Ianto,” his father called out to him across the huge expanse of the dining all when he arrived down for breakfast the following morning. “we missed you yesterday, were you out with Prince Jack?”

“Yep, we spent the day together, actually I need to tell you something,” he answered with a smile, taking a seat opposite his parents at the table. “I rode a horse!”

“The Prince got you on a horse?” His dad asked, not masking his surprise at all.

“I was nervous, I won't pretend otherwise,” he admitted. “it took a lot of time and patience on Prince Jack's part to get me walking around the paddock before I even considered leaving the castle grounds but I did it. And I even managed to ride at a trot for part of the way.”

“I'm impressed,” Daffyd told his son proudly.

“His highness has managed to do something we never thought possible by getting you in the saddle,” Emlyn added.

“Yep, shame it's so hard on the buttocks though,” Ianto said, leaning forwards to whisper it to his parents, causing them to laugh softly.

“You'll get used to it, if you rise regularly,” Daffyd smiled. “you should ask the Prince if he recommends something to relieve the soreness.”

“And then maybe Jack will offer to apply it for you, to the affected area,” Emlyn teased.

“Dad!” Ianto huffed, feeling the warm heat of his blush sweeping over his cheeks.

“I'm only joking son,” Emlyn smiled, offering him the bowl of bread rolls. “you should eat while you tell us about your day yesterday.”

“There's not much to tell,” Ianto said, giving a nonchalant shrug. “we rode to the coast and talked for a while before making our way back here again.”

“Well, what did you talk about?” Daffyd asked.

“About ourselves, finding our more about the other person before we become betrothed,” Ianto answered. “family things and more personal things.”

“That's good,” his father agreed, spooning more egg onto his plate. “this food is delicious.”

“I met the Head Chef yesterday, his name is Rhys and his partner Andy also works in the kitchens,” Ianto informed them. “he seems like a friendly sort.”

“You're getting to know all the castle staff then?” His dad asked.

“It's only polite, if I am to reside here,” Ianto told them. “have you seen Prince Jack this morning?”

“No, apparently he went out early with someone called Owen?” Daffyd replied in the form of a question.

“Oh, he's told me about him, they've been friends since they were small,” Ianto smiled.

“He's not one of the Princes ex's then?” Daffyd asked, concerned.

“Nope, they've never felt like that about each other,” Ianto answered.

“Has he told you about any of his past lovers?” Emlyn put in.

“Dad!” Ianto groaned. “No, and I've not asked him, that all in the past.”

“Are you sure, I mean this is an arranged marriage?” Daffyd asked.

“And what's that supposed to mean?” Ianto huffed.

“He always had a reputation,” Emlyn said calmly. “if it was true, I can't see him settling for one lover.”

“Lover? Lover! I will be his betrothed!” Ianto snorted, got to his feet angrily and then stormed for the room and deep into the castle yelling out to anyone in earshot. “There is a difference!”

It was the rich aroma of coffee that finally slowed him in his tracks, calming him a little. Realising that the kitchens were nearby he altered his direction slightly and entered the huge room. Glancing about he spotted the Chef, Rhys over by one of the large oven pulling out a tray of freshly backed bread and watched the man transfer them all to cool on one of the wooden tables by one of the windows.

“Sire, you shouldn't be down here,” Rhys stated when he spotted the young man watching him.

“I was drawn by the smell of the coffee,” Ianto smiled.

“Would you like a cup?” Rhys asked. “ I can get someone to bring you some, if you'd like to make your way back upstairs? Andy can do so.”

“Thank you, but know,” Ianto told him and nodding at the blonde man Rhys had indicated while speaking. “but I would like to know how it's prepared, to see it myself.”

“I'd be pleased to do so,” Andy called out, moving across the expanse of the kitchen towards them. “I'm Andy, would you like to come with me?”

Ianto nodded to Rhys and followed the other man towards the back of the kitchen where the aroma of coffee got more intense and found himself at a table with a curious machine upon it and a large bag of what looked like big brown seeds.

“These are the coffee beans Sire,” Andy explained. “they need to be crushed into a powder, using this device – which the Doctor invented – and then you just pour boiling water on them to make the drink.”

“Would it be possible for me to try something?” Ianto asked, an idea filling his mind.

“Of course Sire, is there something you require?” Andy asked.

“Just point me in the direction of your supplies and I will be fine,” Ianto assured him.

Andy pointed to one of the doors on the other side of the kitchen.

“That is the store room Sire, you can help yourself to anything within,” Andy told him, getting more and more curious about what the young man was planning. “if you need anything, please ask.”

“I will,” Ianto assured him and headed straight to the cupboard.

It didn't take him long to seek out the items he required, he gathered the few items in his arms and then returned to the table where the coffee was prepared and set them down before pouring out three cups of coffee from the prepared metal jug that sat on a warming plate nearby.

He was aware that the kitchen staff were all trying to see what he was up to but he was shielding his actions with his body as he worked, it wasn't until he was satisfied with his concoction that he called Rhys and Andy over to him.

“Please, taste and tell me what you think?” Ianto asked, feeling a little nervous and indicating the cups full of coffee before him.

Rhys picked up the one nearest him and took a tentative sip.

“Fuck me man!” Rhys exclaimed, then added. “Sorry Sire, my mouth runs away with me at times.”

“I can vouch for that!” Andy said cheekily, giving his partner a wink.

“No matter,” Ianto assured him. “just tell me, do you like it?”

“It's like heaven in a cup,” Rhys enthused, taking another long sip and then handing the cup to Andy. “what did you do to it?”

“It was just an idea I had, one of a few,” Ianto told him. “try the others.”

Rhys picked up the second cup and took a sip, his face lighting up when it's delicious taste filled him mouth and then the third, each time passing them to Andy who had much the same reaction.

“Are you going to tell me what you put in these?” Rhys asked Ianto.

“A bit of this and a bit of that,” Ianto grinned. “I can't wait for the Prince to try them, I'm positive he love one of them at least.”

“I am a chef, I can probably work out the main ingredients,” Rhys said a little smugly.

“And I wouldn't expect any less,” Ianto chuckled. “but I don't think you'll get it quite how I have enhanced them.”

“You could be right Sire, but we shall have to wait and see,” Rhys told him, taking another long gulp from one of the cups.

“There's definitely vanilla in this one,” Andy put in, taking a sip of the third one again.

“And cinnamon in this,” Rhys noted out loud. “but that's not all is it?”

But Ianto never got to reply, the sounds of the castle dogs barking madly outside and the sounds of commotion drew them all out into the courtyard where the Princes friend Owen, battered and bruised was being helped down from his horse.

“What is it? What's going on? Where's the Prince?” The questions fired at him from the Doctor while Ianto watched on worriedly.

“We were ambushed, they beat me, knocked me unconscious and took Jack,” Owen told them between painful breaths.

“Took him?” Ianto asked, pushing his way through to the front of the gathered people.

Owen looked up at the young man and realising who he was replied. “He's been kidnapped.” 

“Kidnapped? By whom?” Ianto asked, feeling suddenly scared.

“It was Hart, Captain John Hart,” Owen said, looking at the Doctor who's face contorted with anger at the name.

TBC