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Myfanwy 2

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Myfanwy 2

The Mating Flight

The Mating Flight 
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: R
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato/Kathy Swanson, Owen Harper/Diane Holmes
Warnings: Sexual Situation concerning two consenting dragons
Spoilers: For S2, E13, "Fragments" and "Exit Wounds", the audio play "Lost Souls", and various other Dragon-Verse stories
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's Note: And here it is, the last story of Series Two. It's been a long, and sometimes bumpy, road but I've loved every minute of it. Thanks to everyone who have stuck around and read this monster universe.

There is a sexual situation in this between two adult, consensual dragons.

Next up, the first story of Series Three: "The Stolen Earth Incident", the Dragon-Verse version of "Stolen Earth"/"Journey's End".

Summary: You are Cordially Invited to the Mating of Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones.

**** This is posted in two parts because of posting limits.

Ianto felt tears prickle his eyes, his heart swelling in pride and happiness that this had been done for him and Jack.  “Thank you,” he murmured, squeezing her arm in gratitude.

“You’re welcome,” she responded.  “Now, let’s get you and Jack mated.”

Jack was waiting for them, just on the edge of the magical circle created by the mating posts.  He stood tall and proud in his greatcoat, which he wore over the suit he’d decided on for the occasion.  Ianto met his eyes, and he felt himself tearing up all over again at the love and devotion he saw in them.  The buzzing magic that would allow him to transform this one time into the blue-grey dragon that had haunted Ianto’s dreams for so long was apparent against the itching of the Time Vortex that kept Jack alive.

Rhiannon stood within the circle.  She was dressed in a long white robe, a heavy woollen cloak over her shoulders.  She was smiling brightly, her hands held out in welcome.  Her eyes were shining with tears.

“Welcome, all,” Rhiannon began, her voice pitched so the gathering could hear, “we are here today to celebrate the mating of Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness, as they are known by their ephemeral names.  Who brings Ianto forward?”

“I do,” Toshiko answered. “Toshiko Sato, the Friend of Earth.”  She let go of his arm, and then hugged Ianto tightly.  Then she stepped away, backing away to stand next to Kathy, who was dressed in a white pantsuit, the power of the Fire Dragon keeping her warm.  They linked arms, leaning into each other, looking content.

“And who brings Jack forward?” Estelle intoned.

“I do,” Alice called out.  “Alice Carter, born Melissa Moretti, the Friend of Air.”  She moved from Jack’s side, also hugging her father tightly, joining Steven and putting her arm around her son, her eyes proud and pleased.

Ianto could sense the magic growing stronger as he stepped up beside his mate.  He reached out and took Jack’s hand, a shock of power threading through the contact.  Ianto welcomed it, letting it settle within his bones.

“Do you, Ianto Jones, take Jack Harkness into your clan, to honour him as your mate, to protect him, to avenge him, and to love him for all eternity?”

There was also such magic in the ritual wording, and Ianto took up the strands of that magic and wove it into his vow.  “I do.”

Rhiannon turned to regard Jack.  “Do you, Jack Harkness, born Jamys Franklinson of the Boeshane Peninsula, take Ianto Jones into your clan, to honour him as your mate, to protect him, to avenge him, and to love him for all eternity?”

Ianto was shocked that Jack had chosen to use his true name in the ceremony, and now wished he’d done the same.  Rhiannon must have explained to him what that meant, how much stronger the bonding would be, if he did so.

“I do.”  Jack’s voice was strong and sure, the bonds between them snapping into place at that simple proclamation.

“Then step into the circle,” Rhiannon invited, her words choked with emotion, “and we shall invoke the Great Dragons to bless this mating.”

Together, Ianto and Jack crossed the circle of magic.  Ianto could feel his change come over him, bringing out his true form even as the power that had so subtly changed Jack did the same, and the blue-grey dragon of his visions was beside him, scales glittering in the light of the fires around them.  Familiar blue eyes stared into his, inner flame making them glow.

“Let us begin.”

The gathering around them began to hum.  That simple sound echoed across the lake, and the power within it wrapped around Ianto and Jack like a soft blanket.
Rhiannon turned toward the first of the mating posts.  “I call upon the Dragon of Fire, who keeps the soul of the Earth burning brightly within her mighty claws, bless this mating with the warmth of comfort and love.”

The post began to pulse softly with red light, and the Fire Dragon faded into sight, twisting about the carved wood, bright eyes laughing in joy, the flames that made up her body dancing.

She turned slightly.  “I call upon the Dragon of Air, who keeps the breath of the Earth flowing from her great wings, bless this mating with the breeze of laughter and understanding.”

That post also began to glow, this time a faint blue.  The Dragon of Air appeared, a soft breeze fluttering the grass around the post, the Great Dragon’s wings open wide as if inviting the entire assembly to take shelter beneath them.

“I call upon the Dragon of Water,” Rhiannon called out, “who keeps the life of the Earth flowing through his veins, bless this mating with the lifeblood of peace and fertility.”

There would be no children in this union, but the words curled up within Ianto’s heart, bringing him a calm that settled the nerves he’d been feeling ever since the ceremony had begun.  The Water Dragon coiled about that particular mating post, and water pooled about the base, forming a small puddle that glittered in the firelight.

And then, the last Great Dragon was invoked.  “I call upon the Dragon of Earth, the mightiest of all, who brought the first of the dragon race out of the darkness of ignorance and despair, and who keeps the bones of the Earth from shattering. Bless this mating with the strength to endure all that may test it.”

The dragon could feel the Earth tremble slightly as the power invoked by the ritual rose into the circle.  A dark shadow fluttered around the post, resolving into the Great Earth Dragon, all brown and green and magic as old as the primordial stones of the very planet they lived on.

All four dragons said, “So mote it be.”

The hum that surrounded them changed into singing, even though Ianto knew that none of the humans attending had even been aware of this particular song, words in the language of dragons.  It was the Song of Mating, one that Ianto had himself sang for Jack, back when he’d claimed the immortal as his mate, when he’d believed that this full mating had been impossible.

Now, it was being sung for them by people who understood the power that they were invoking.

Jack roared wordlessly as he propelled himself upward.

The mating imperative upon him, Ianto followed his mate into the darkness of the night sky, all of his attention on the dragon racing away from him, heading higher and higher, leading him on a chase that had only one ending.

Laughter drifted back to his ears from his mate; it was possibly the freest Ianto had ever heard from Jack, and it lifted his heart and strengthened his wings.  Putting on a burst of speed he gained on his mate, the blue-grey scales light against the cold night sky, pulling him upward in pursuit.

The sheer excitement of the moment drove him onward, and he got closer to Jack, the strange itch of the Vortex calling to him even as the imperative overwhelmed his mind and soul.  Reaching out with claws that ached to latch onto those hard-smooth scales as he gained, Ianto managed to grab a hold of shoulders that flexed against his grasp.  Jack jerked, but didn’t try to escape as Ianto held on, practically pinning his mate’s wings between them, holding them up by the power of his own wings alone.

Ianto wrapped around Jack, his erection hot and heavy against the base of his mate’s tail.  Jack laughed once more, twitching his tail out of the way, giving Ianto the access he needed.

In one smooth movement, Ianto was sheathed within his mate.

Jack arched underneath him as Ianto claimed his mate for all eternity.

His wings shuddered to a halt as the Song of Eternity burst forth.  They were in freefall, but the indescribable pleasure of the moment blinded them to the wind whistling past them as they fell back toward the Earth.  All four of Ianto’s limbs were entwined about Jack, holding the blue-grey dragon close to him, cradling his body as he thrust deep into his mate.  Ianto wasn’t even aware that he was still singing as his orgasm ripped through him, his thought spiralling away.  Jack shuddered within his grasp, and then he finally let go, the dragons separating and yet they would always be together.

Wings outstretched, the mates halted their downward fall.  Now Ianto took the lead, flying toward the cave that Rhiannon had set up for the mating.  It was Ianto’s old lair, now made comfortable for habitation for the remainder of their mating, and he landed on the ledge, moving forward so that Jack could join him.

They made their way into the cave.  The firepit had been lit once more, and the large pile of cushions and blankets was inviting to the pair; Ianto took the initiative and pounced onto his mate, determined to make the most of the time they had left before Jack’s transformation back into human overcame them.  He pushed Jack down into the nest, resting his body fully along his mate’s, cheek pressed against Jack’s in the dragon version of a kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered into the silence of their surroundings.  “You are my eternity now.”

Blue eyes met his, glowing in the firelight.  “I love you, too.  I always will.”

A faint, golden light limned Jack’s dragon form, and Ianto moved off as the change came over his mate.  In seconds, his mate was human once more.  He smiled up at Ianto, but there was disappointment in his eyes, and the dragon knew it was because he hadn’t been ready to change back yet.

But Ianto didn’t care.  Jack was his; it didn’t matter if he was dragon or human.  They were truly mated, in the eyes of their friends and family and of the Great Dragons.  Nothing would ever change that now.

Jack was his eternity.  That was enough.




I'm not crying. You are. (couldn't resist the quote :)
A Wedding is such an emotional event. This didn't disappoint.
Glad to 'see' familiar but, until now, MIA people in attendance.
Owen thinking of marriage - huh. I'm thinking that's more impressive than the Mating...nah. ^_^

this was great:
"no children in this union" - oh, Ianto. You're in for such a shock ^_^

YAY!!!! Jack & Ianto: mates forever!! :)

Edited at 2017-01-21 03:27 am (UTC)
I'll be honest...I cried writing it. It was a long time coming but the boys finally got there.

I don't think Diane is the marrying type, but she and Owen do have a long future together. And it was great to bring back a bunch of people that haven't been around for a while.

One of these days I do need to sit down and write the chaos that went with Jack finding out he was pregnant with Anwyn. *laughs*

Thank you so much! :)