Owen was nearly vibrating from the adrenalin coursing though his body. Another alien sighting, another chase and this time no team members hurt to put a damper on his high. It had all been fast and furious, his and Jack’s Sentinel instincts taking over as they hunted and captured the weevil, who was now safely in the cells. Even Ianto, with his gun drawn, all soft touches and calm words in the chaos.

Owen’s eyes roamed over Jack, as the other man passed by him in the empty hub and he growled. God he was so fucking horny! The adrenalin pumping though his blood stream only added fuel to the flame that'd been driving him to madness since the whole sentinel business started.

His eyes swiveled over to Ianto calmly making coffee, carefully avoiding both of them. His eyes zoomed in taking in every details of the Welshman. Ianto could fix this. He could help them, all he had to do with sleep with them. How fucking hard was that? Not like it would be the first time with either of them. He wants them. Owen knew it, could smell the pheromones on him nearly as often as he could on Jack and himself. So why was he being such a fucking cock block.

Ianto walked past him and paused, making Owen twitch violently from the sudden flood of arousal he could smell coming off him, before shaking him self and continuing into Jack's office, slipping by quietly with the coffees balanced on a silver tray.

Owen prowled after him, eyes dilating, heart hammering, breathing shallow, just wanting to throw Ianto down and rip his clothes off.

Owen felt Jack’s hands as they wrapped around his arm, pulling him back.

"Owen, I know that look and I'm normally thrilled to see it directed at me. I can taste the sex rolling off you. Calm down before I have to shove you in a cold shower. I'm as desperate as you, I have over a century of being used to regular sex, you know, but Ianto will not be happy if we jump his bones."

Owen panted. "Jack I'm going to die. I cannot take this! I'm going to keel right over dead, I swear to god!"

Jack winced. "Maybe we should consider sedatives or something, before you have a heart attack?"

Owen sighed and rubbed his face. "You might actually be on to something. Maybe I can make it though this if I'm heavily medicated."

Ianto had made some vague noises about this, what word did he use... ‘tension’? Fucking Borg. He thought it was heightened like their senses. Primal urges or some bullshit. All Owen knew was that it was going to kill him, soon.

As if summoned, Ianto appeared at the door to Jack’s office. "Jack? Owen? Are you coming?"

"Unfortunately, no!" Owen snapped, stalking toward him again.

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Ianto rolled his eyes at Owen's comment, and then frowned as he studied him. He looked...rather awful. His shields had flickered when he'd passed by Owen and he’d gotten hit by a massive bolt of lust. Now, looking at the man, Owen looked ready to fall over. Maybe he was taking this whole no sex thing, harder then Ianto had originally thought.

"We might have to skip practice tonight. I'm thinking Owen's going to give us some nice pills and we're just going to try to sleep off the adrenalin rush from tonight’s mission." Jack said keeping a hand on Owen's arm, subtly angling him away from the Welshman.

Ianto smiled slightly, making a decision and inwardly steeling himself. “Let me tell you what the test is tonight, and if you still want to skip it we’ll do that.” He waited for both men to agree before continuing.

“Earlier, I felt the weevil’s anger and fear. It slowed me down, even if just a little. If I’m going to be in the field with you that can’t happen, so tonight’s test is for me. I need to practice shielding under less then ideal conditions, so… “ Ianto felt his ears burn and cursed inwardly. He cleared his throat. “And both of you could do with practicing self control over your senses. So, I was thinking. I could stay and work on my shields, meditate while you two-“ he let his hand flutter as way of explanation, hating the fact he sounded like a nervous teenager. For god’s sake he was just going to be sitting in a corner meditating.

The room was silent for a full minute while Ianto’s offer sunk in. He flicked his eyes up nervously and saw Owen staring back at him, looking ready to fall over in shock.

"Please, please, tell me you're not joking? Because if you are I will die and it will be all your fault."

"Not joking. I'll stay in the room and concentrate on my shields, you two...uh you know."

Jack and Owen were ripping their clothes off and nearly falling down the ladder before he finished speaking.

Ianto pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering, not for the first time, if it was really such a good idea. A wave of lust rolled up from Jack’s room, nearly knocking him off his feet. He quickly strengthened his shields, and grabbed the blanket off the couch.

Ianto sighed and followed them, having to edge around the already writhing bodies. He dropped down in a corner, pressing against the cold stones, hoping he wouldn't get kicked in the head. The blanket lay across his legs. For some reason it was easier to concentrate on his mental shields if he had a physical one as well. Owen had even gone so far as to call it a blankie, but it worked. The bubble Ianto created earlier became thick and opaque, casting the room in a muddy light, dampening the sounds. Even the wall against his back felt less cold.

He closed his eyes, shutting out the scene in front of him, and felt himself begin to slide backwards, into the stone wall, into his mind.

He looked around. He was back in the forest. He spotted the dog and as always, and took off after it at an easy run.

It was exhilarating. He could run forever here, never getting tired, or running out of breath. He could feel everything as well as in real life. He could feel the wind blow though his hair, he could smell the damp earth and plants. He could see the darting form of the dog staying just out of his reach.

Ducking around trees, jumping over logs, it all flowed together smoothly, his movements feeling easier and more graceful then they ever were in the real world.

Ianto nearly stumbled when he caught sight of something else, a flash of brown fur. He'd never seen any other animals in his meditations. He shook his head and kept running after the dog. Then he saw it again. The dog came to a stop, and Ianto actually bumped into it.

There was a small, muscled...thing. It looked rather viscous. And frankly he didn't want to try to think about what it was doing with the other...thing. The large pink, feline thing with… purple tentacles. He clamped a hand over his eyes and sighed. He was sure there was nothing in Tosh’s guided meditations about this sort of vision.

He felt the dog nudge him sharply and point with his nose at the mating pair. Ianto scowled down. "Why do you want me to watch this?" The dog didn't answer, he just stared up at him, and Ianto recognized it as the look he usually used himself when someone was being uncommonly thick.

Before he could question the dog further, and did he really just consider that as an option?, he felt a sharp tug in his chest. It was time to go back. But he had hardly been there a minute. He signed, took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His body ached slightly, and he felt unusually tired. His shields were still strong. That explained the tiredness. He focused on his watch, staring at it through the blurriness the shield created. An hour. He’d been in meditation for an hour. Owen and Jack were still, he glanced up to make sure, going at it like rabbits, pretty clearly not for the first, or last time of the evening.

Ianto sighed and closed his eyes again, concentrating on his shields and patching it where twinges of passion and lust and love had been starting to leak through.

He gave an extra hard push at his shields and felt the feelings fade completely. Ianto let him self slip back into meditation. He was right back into the middle of the clearing, the two creatures still mating. He scowled and rubbed his face. Suddenly this was a whole lot less fun.

"You know,” He said conversationally, as the dog joined him again. “I came here to get away from this. Can we go back to running now?" The dog ignored him, looking forward.

"Oh fine." Ianto flopped down to the soft grass and resigned him self to weird mutant animal… porn. He really did not want to try to psychoanalyze what this vision meant. The dog lay down next to him pushing under his hand like...well a dog, demanding petting. Ianto began to pet him, concentrating on the large creature under his hands.

After awhile he felt exhaustion begin to creep up on him. He yawned, and slid down, stretching out on the ground, his head resting on the dog’s side. He let his eyes close. Vaguely he felt a small furry body press up against his chest, while something worryingly like a tentacle settled against his neck, accompanied by a heavy, warm weight against his back. Before he could become too concerned he was asleep.

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Jack collapsed back on the mattress, panting harshly, feeling completely drained like he'd just died a dozen times, but also feeling better then he could remember.

Owen flopped down on top of him equally exhausted and happy.

Jack absentmindedly focused on their racing, but slowing heartbeats, then lifted his head when he heard one very slow heartbeat. "Ianto?"

Owen's head popped up as well, and looked over Jack’s shoulder at the still form. "Don't fucking tell me he zoned again!" he was already crawling over Jack to get to the younger man. He reached out, flinching at the cold skin.

Jack joined them, listening closely to Ianto’s heart. It was alreadybeginning to beat more quickly now. “He’s okay.” He reassured Owen.

Ianto's eyes opened slowly, and he sucked in a deep breath, though his eyes were soon sliding shut again. "Done? Good. Right.” It sounded like Ianto couldn’t decide how to start a sentence. “It worked then?”

“Yeah” Jack said quietly. “You?”

Ianto gave him a sleepy smile. “My shields stayed up. Didn’t feel a thing. “ He blinked and shook his head, trying to clear it.

“I'll be going to my couch now then.” Ianto moved out of his cross-legged position as he spoke, and promptly fell over.

Owen helped Ianto as he struggled to sit up. "Ianto? You okay, Luv?"

Ianto shook his head slowly. "Yeah. Legs are numb. Tired. Shields. Made me tired."

Owen tugged him towards the pillows. "Come on, lay down. Go to sleep. You look like you're going to fall over."

"Couch." He protested with a murmur.

"Ianto, you can't even stand up.” Jack helped Owen to lie Ianto back down on top of the covers, slowly enough that the tired man didn’t notice. Jack swore at the knots in Ianto’s legs, gently trying to work them out.

Ianto shied away from the touch and Owen began talking to distract him.

“You can’t even talk straight and you'll break your neck if you try to climb that ladder. Just lie down and go to sleep. We're going to pass out our selves in about two seconds." as he coaxed, Owen grabbed Ianto’s blanket and tucked it around the younger man.

“Go to sleep luv.”

Jack watched as Ianto finally fell, between one breath and the next. Owen followed quickly, laying beside him and snaking a possessive arm around the Welshman. Jack soothed out the last of the knots in Ianto’s legs, and slid up. He dropped a kiss to the corner of Owen’s upturned mouth, and another to Ianto’s temple.

With a yawn, Jack stretched out on the other side of Ianto, reaching out until he felt Owen’s hip under his hand, listening to the quiet hums and murmurs of the hub as he drifted off.