Title: Cure The Soul
Authors: Dru, Quallianmaghouin
Rating: M
Characters, Pairing: Jack/Owen/Ianto, Gwen, Tosh, Rhys, Janet and a small appearance by Andy
Summary: The long, long, long awaited sequel to Cure The Senses! Jack, Owen, and Ianto have more adventures and troubles while dealing with their powers.
WARNINGS/Authors Note: This took for bloody EVER to write! It didn't help we got distracted a few times by other fics, and then RL beat our asses for a while. But in the end it got written! Warning for...well some of you don't like the guides, so...sorry guys! A few sex scenes, and some weevil death (not Janet, don't worry!)

Owen sat back against the cold wall of the small bedroom, eyes drifting over his sleeping lovers, picking out every detail in in the near pitch blackness. The hub hummed quietly around them in the pre dawn stillness.

A small smirk crossed his face as he watched Ianto snuggle into the large pink cat that he was using as a pillow. The cat seemed perfectly happy with it's role, shaping the younger man's hair into cow licks with it's rough tongue, while one tentacle idly slapped the wall with the continual thwap-pop of suckers attaching and pulling away from the stone.

He had thought the sound would wake Jack, he never really did sleep soundly anymore, but Jack was curled up against Ianto, one arm thrown over the large black dog that was sprawled on top of him, legs tangled with Ianto's. The dog would occasionally stretch out a long leg and kick Owen, demanding to be petted or scratched.

As if on cue, the dog kicked out again, looking up at Owen, and wagging his tail once, letting it land with a lazy thud. Owen sighed and leaned over, scratching the base of it's tail, trying not to think of the insanity that was giving an imaginary animal butt skritchies.

Out of all the freaky shit that had happened since they touched the Deviled Egg, the animal guides had to be the absolutely most insane. For the most part they just saw them. A glimpse out of the corner of the eye, sometimes, if they were trying to hammer something though their human's heads, or blatant harassment, on the lion's part. It liked to stalk both Owen and Ianto, and Owen had lost track of how many times he had to chase it out of the showers. But for the most part they only showed up with they were meditating or sleeping. And that was the most insane thing. When they were sleeping the animals were there. Warm and furry and solid. And groping occasionally. Again, the lion.

He let his eyes close and took a deep breath, wrinkling his nose slightly and stretching, as much as was possible in the small cramped space. They really, really needed a bigger room. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in this POW camp of a bedroom. Even if it was convenient for a midday shag.

Somehow, along the line somewhere, he and Ianto had unofficially moved in. It really said a lot, that the spare room they stored their clothes in was bigger than the one under the office.

Owen opened his eyes again when he heard his older lover start to wake up.

Jack shifted, crawling out from under the dog and away from Ianto. Ianto made a displeased noise in his sleep as the lion he'd been using as a living pillow faded away with one last nuzzle to the Ianto's head. The dog grumbled too and Jack gave them both a sleepy smile, nudging the dog until it rolled over and curled against Ianto, who sighed and fell back into a deeper sleep.

"Hey you." Jack said softly. "You're up...obscenely early." He leaned up against the wall next to Owen. "You sick?" He spoke in a whisper, pitched to not wake Ianto.

Owen snorted quietly. "No. Just couldn't sleep. I think Ianto switched laundry detergents or something. The smell was bothering me."

Jack nodded and twisted his arm to look at his watch. "Almost six. He should be waking up soon. Want to head up and start breakfast?"

"Ugh, not if you're going to be doing any of the cooking. I like some actual flavor in my food."

Jack stuck out his tongue. "Not my fault I can't stand tasting anything this early in the morning."

Owen snickered.

"What?" Jack asked, then leered. "You and Ianto don't count. You taste delicious all of the time."

Owen snorted. "Yeah, Yeah. Come on, I'll make you something properly bland and tasteless, and something edible for me and Yan."

"You know..." Jack drawled. "We could just have breakfast in bed." He nipped at Owen's bare shoulder, and then licked the red mark he had made. The mood was dampened by a loud rumbling growl from the younger man's stomach.

Jack pouted, as Owen pulled away and headed for the hatch. "Fine, fine. Food first. Then I can just ravish you on the counter."

He caught Owen as he wobbled trying to stand up on the mattress to reach the ladder.

"We're moving." Owen declared, changing subjects abruptly. "How about my place? I'm paying for the bloody flat, we might as well actually use it. Lots of nice counters for ravishing there."

Jack rolled his eyes and pushed Owen up the stairs. "I like my room." It was familiar conversation to start the day. Ianto had briefly, seriously, pursued the idea of fixing up a larger room, before being shot down by the captain. For some reason unknown to either man, Jack was unnaturally attached to the tiny space.

"I have...shock, gasp, actual space. And a super king bed! And windows...." Owen muttered as they exited the trap door, closing it quietly behind them, leaving Ianto to sleep undisturbed.

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