When Ianto came back he was carrying a tray with the coffees, the handles of a shopping bag around his wrist.

Jack and Owen were suspiciously silent, still exchanging looks.

Ianto chose to ignore them. He was just glad that they had listened and gotten dressed. He set the bag down and handed Owen and Jack their coffees. "Okay, it's Jack's turn now. We're going to work on your sense of touch. I need you to sit on the floor though.�

Ianto had leaned that it was easier if he could sit facing his Sentinels, at eye level. Once Jack was sitting comfortably, Ianto sat
down across from him.

Touch was new. It had taken him awhile to find a test that Jack couldn�t twist into some type of foreplay. A very,very, long while.

They had tried taste the night before, with disastrous results. Ianto had snuck a single peppercorn into the coffee grinds, and Jack had spent the entire night with his tongue stuck in a mug of cold milk, glaring at him.

Jack was still having trouble more often and as much as Jack hated to admit it, it seemed that Owen was latching on to his senses more quickly.

�I've got some thing's here were going to be using. First," He reached into the bag and pulled out a blue eye mask. "A blind fold.�

"Oooh kinky! I like." Jack gave Ianto a filthy grin.

Ianto refused to acknowledge it. "You're going to wear this, then I'm going to give you some items. You're going to identify them by touch."

Owen bit his lip; trying to keep from laughing, and failing. "Does that- does that say Princess?"

Ianto sighed. "It was all they had at the store,�

"S'okay. I'm the Princess." Jack said with a grin and slipped the mask on. He swiveled his head towards Ianto again. "Okay master! I'm ready."

Ianto rolled his eyes and pulled out a sheet of construction paper with writing on it in crayon and handed it to Jack.

"Okay it's paper. Heavy, thick paper." Jack ran his fingers over the surface. "There's...something on it. Waxy."

"Can you tell what it is?"

"Um letters, I think." Jack traced it with his fingers. Ianto reached out, resting the palm of his hand on one of Jack�s knees, smiling as Jack�s frown of concentration lightened a little.

"Take your time. Build a mental image of what you're feeling."

"Hello" Jack said at last after a minute slowly running his fingers over the paper.

"Very good!"

Jack grinned. "This is fun! Next?" he reached out blindly.

Ianto pulled out a small chalkboard and handed it to Jack.

"Uh..Hmm. It's a...slate? With...chalk on it. I think." He scratched his nails against it experimentally, and Ianto shuddered.

"Good, now what's it say?"

Jack lightly, ran his fingers over the board focusing. Ianto watched him closely, making sure his captain didn�t focus too intently.

"J-A-C-K. Jack." Jack�s grin was blinding.

Owen was rolling his eyes. "Are we in kindergarten?"

"I'm starting off slow. Don't want to overwhelm you too soon." Ianto was surprised. This was going faster then he'd planed. Jack was good at this.

"Just saying my tests were harder. Not fair.�

"Well think of it this way. Your skills are higher then Jack's." Ianto smiled as he saw Owen fight back a pleased grin.

"More?" Jack him self was grinning like mad and behaving like a bouncy puppy. Ianto was nearly sure it was deliberate act on the Captain�s part.

"Okay, let's try something harder." Ianto stood up and got a notebook off Jack's desk. He settled back down and wrote a message, tearing off the first page and handing the pad to Jack.

Jack frowned. "Hm my notebook?�

"I know. But tell me what I wrote. Feel the indentions the pen left."

"...okay." Jack tilted his head focusing as he lightly ran his fingertips over the page. "It's longer then the others."

"You're doing good so far, try."

Jack mumbled to him self for a minute, going back to recheck certain letters.

Ianto shifted closer, hand pressed more firmly against Jack�s knee.

Jack reviewed the letters once more and laughed out loud.

Owen reached over and snatched the notebook, squinting as he studied the paper. "'Owen is a pain in the arse�? Oi!"

Ianto grinned and handed Owen the top sheet to show him that he and Jack had been right. "Very good. Both of you. You seem to be learning fast."

"Instinct. It seems like this whole thing is being ruled by instincts." Jack said.

"I supposed that's good. We'd all have been a lot worse, or rather...ahem. If we didn't have these answers just coming to us."

�More?� Jack asked, reaching out for something to feel. His hand landed on Ianto's thigh where he was promptly distracted by the raised pattern on his pajamas. "Ooh..."

"Jack..." Ianto rubbed his forehead feeling a headache beginning to come on.

"It's little...coffee cups. And they're warm!"

"Hey! If I can't grope the Tea Boy, neither can you!" Owen objected.

"...Ianto? Whoops." Jack didn't sound particularly sorry. His grin didn�t make him look very innocent, and he didn�t move his hand.

Ianto took the notebook from Owen and whacked Jack's sensitive hand with it.

"Ow!" Jack yanked his hand back, shaking it, pouting.

"I �� Ianto stopped, took a calming breath and started over. �That�s enough for tonight. Testing time is over." Ianto stood up and started packing the supplies away into the shopping bags.

�Sorry. Ianto.� Jack pulled the mask off and gasped sharply in pain, throwing a hand over his eyes.

"Jack?" Owen and Ianto both said, nearly in unison, both giving him concerned looks.

"Sorry. Bright." Jack still had a hand over his eyes. Ianto knelt down beside him, touching his shoulder lightly.

"Picture a dial. Like on an old radio or TV. Put a label on it that says pain. It's turned up as far as it can go. Concentrate on that
picture. Can you see it clearly?�

Jack nodded, leaning into Ianto�s touch.

�Slowly turn it down, until the pain fades. Slowly." He instructed.

Jack blinked rapidly as he did as he was told, smiling a little. "That...was cool."

Ianto gave a small smile and plucked the mask from his hand, returning it to the bag. "It was one of the things Dr. Sandburg
mentioned. I was reading though the emails this afternoon."

Ianto put the bag at the end of the couch and stared at Owen calmly, arms crossed. The other man looked up at him with a blank, uncomprehending expression. "...What?"

"You're sitting on my bed."

"Oh. Well you could always..." Ianto looked Owen in the eye. He decided, quite calmly, that he was going to scream if the other man finished that sentence.

Owen trailed off. He gave a sheepish shrug, as if to say 'hey, I had to try'. He stood up and pulled Jack to his feet. "Bed time. We're being sent to our room."

"Mmm, we're being sent to bed? I don't whether I should be turned on, or patronized.� Jack seemed to contemplate the question seriously, running his hands over the large coral on his desk, as if feeling it for the first time. �Hm. Well night, Ianto. See you in the morning."

The two Sentinels descended the ladder, and Ianto made up his bed silently, before turning off the light and slipping between the
sheets. He stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes. Jack and Owen seemed to be getting a handle on their enhanced senses fairly quickly. And now Owen seemed to think he knew how to cure their enforced chastity.

Ianto groaned. And wasn�t that just a wonderful cure. The man he had loved, and the man he had� screwed, both sexual addicts, couldn�t get their jollies without him in the room. And they both seemed perfectly fine with the idea.

He refused to get in the middle of whatever sort of relationship the two men had, and after four months, and buying a bed together, there was no other word for it. He wouldn�t screw things up, and when they were thinking rationally again they would agree with him. He just had to find another way

Ianto slid off of the couch. Sleep wouldn�t be coming soon. He settled down, cross-legged on the floor. Maybe the answer would come to him if he meditated for a little while. He wasn�t quite sure he was doing it right, but it seemed to be working. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slipping quickly into his own mind.