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Schmoop: Prologue-None, Chapter 1 - Pets (used for my Wild Card space); Chapter 2 - Lazy Sunday
Title: Who Let the Dogs Out?
Words: 4965 Total
Rating: Prologue & Chapter 1 - PG, chapter 2 - PG-13/R
Characters: Ianto/Aaron, Owen, Jack
Summary: Aaron and Ianto's lives have gone to the dogs.
A Ianto's Journey verse story.
Things you need to know to understand this story are at the Prologue: http://aviv-b.livejournal.com/64338.html
Chapter 1 is here: http://aviv-b.livejournal.com/64626.html
Chapter 2: The Dog Days of Summer
Ianto had never imagined that he and Aaron would adopt a dog. But the spontaneous decision to bring home Molly, the Golden Retriever that had rescued him at Canary Wharf after her owner had died, had proved to be one of the best decisions he ever made. After a bit of a slow start with Aaron when he first brought her home, Aaron had grown to really love her.
Aaron fussed and doted on Molly as much as he did on Ianto. Molly was an essential part of their world and enriched their lives immeasurably. She was seven when they adopted her, and as Golden Retrievers were not particularly long lived dogs, they had discussed getting another dog when Molly got older. But with their work schedules, the time was never right until one Sunday when Molly was twelve and they were all in the backyard enjoying some end of summer weather.
Ianto and Aaron, for the first time in months, were having a relaxing Sunday afternoon at home. It was the end of August, two weeks after Ianto’s 33rd birthday and the day was warm and sunny. They had just finished breakfast at the little café table in their garden and were enjoying a last cup of coffee and reading the paper. Aaron quickly divided the sections of the paper between them. Aaron took the International and regional news, and the business section, while Ianto got the sports, house and garden, and financial sections as well as the crossword puzzle.
As Ianto worked his way through the puzzle he became conscious of two pairs of eyes on him. He looked up to see both Aaron and Molly staring at him.
“What? Do I have food on my face?”
“No I was just looking at you…we so rarely get to spend any quiet time together. “Aaron said as he reached across the table and took Ianto’s hand.
Ianto smiled and bit his bottom lip. Aaron was not always the most verbally demonstrative person. Not that he didn’t want to tell Ianto how he felt, but Aaron could be a little shy and awkward when it came to expressing himself. It was one of the many things Ianto loved about Aaron. When Aaron was in military mode he was all business, pressed and polished, confident and authoritative; but Aaron at his most personal moments was sometimes a bit tentative.
They moved to a double size reclining patio chair, snuggled up and continued to read. Ianto began to get a bit sleepy, which was not surprising given how little sleep he sometimes got during the week. As his breathing evened out, Aaron smiled and kissed him gently. Aaron continued reading the paper while Ianto dozed. Molly was dozing as well at the foot of the chair.
Ianto would occasionally frown in his sleep and each time Aaron would lean over and whisper how much he loved Ianto. He watched as Ianto’s face relaxed into a small smile. Aaron thought it was a shame that they didn’t have more days like this, but with his travel and Ianto’s work and all the little ‘to dos’ that piled up on lists, he really cherished these quiet moments together.
He turned to the Metro section and an article caught his eye. “Oh my god, oh my god,” he thought. “Ianto wake up,” Aaron said shaking Ianto excitedly.
“Huh? Is it an alien invasion?” Ianto asked yawning and stretching.
“Read this, here, right here,” Aaron said stuffing the paper into Ianto’s hands.
Ianto scanned the article snorting a few times as he read and then looked at Aaron. “I bet I know what you’re thinking,” Ianto teased.
“So what do you think?”
“I don’t know,” Ianto answered, “dogs are so messy you know, and they need to be walked…” He didn’t get any further as Aaron began to tickle him. He struggled but Aaron was relentless. “I’m not stopping until you say yes.”
A few minutes of agony later, Ianto gave up. “Yes, Ok, I said yes, so please stop now,” Ianto pushed out to Aaron.
“Let’s call; I want to call right away.”
Ianto did his best to keep from laughing at Aaron. Aaron was never this excited about anything. And now he was like a kid who just had to have the latest video game on the day it was released.
They went into the house and Aaron called the number listed in the papers. After a short conversation, an appointment was made for Monday night.
As Aaron slept fitfully that night, Ianto re-read the article.
Scotland Yard Dog Needs New Home.*
Several months ago Scotland Yard was in the process of searching for a dog suitable to be trained as part of their bomb squad. The cost of training such a dog is quite expensive, as much as £20,000. It came to their attention that the Israeli Defense Force had several surplus bomb sniffing dogs that they were trying to place. So for the price of a plane ticket, Shayna, a four year old pedigreed Golden Retriever was flown to London.
Unfortunately, the transition has not gone as smoothly as hoped. Shayna (which means ‘beautiful’ in Yiddish) has had difficulty with understanding the Hebrew commands given by her handler. Despite assistance from a local Rabbi (who she seems to listen to quite readily) no dog handler in the bomb squad has been able to master the language sufficiently for Shayna to respond. And the stress of the experience has left Shayna a confused and anxious dog.
Trainers at Scotland Yard now think it best to find a home for Shayna where she would be able to understand the language. The Rabbi was asked if he would like to adopt her, but he declined saying, “Oy, a dog. My wife would kill me. Too much mess for her.”
So now a search for the perfect owner is on. Applicants must speak Sephardic Hebrew and be prepared for an active, energetic dog. Someone who is familiar with search and rescue exercises would be ideal as these are part of her daily regime. Interested parties may enquire at…”
Ianto and Aaron went to Scotland Yard the Monday afternoon along with Molly. They went through an extensive interview with Scotland Yard’s senior dog handler. She was impressed by Aaron’s military background and she had reviewed Ianto’s background including his rescue at Canary Wharf. She was delighted when they demonstrated some of the search and rescue drills they practiced with Molly.
“Well I’m pleased with what I see, but of course the next test is the most critical. Let’s take you down to see Shayna. I’m a bit concerned how an older female like Molly will interact with a younger more energetic female.”
The trainer had nothing to worry about. For Molly it was love at first sight. Molly immediately started play bowing to Shayna, but while Shayna was interested she was a little too nervous to approach Molly, Ianto or Aaron.
Then Aaron spoke. “בוא הנה שײנע מײדל ." (‘Come here, Shayna Meidl’ which is actually Yiddish for Pretty Girl) he said with his Sephardic accent. Shayna looked as if she had heard a bomb go off. Totally alert, she ran over to Aaron and sat in front of him. Aaron ran through a list of commands in Hebrew which Shayna obeyed to perfection. He also used the hand signals that Molly knew so after the first few Molly joined in.
The handler was thrilled. “You know I’ve seen a few other people who met the qualifications to adopt Shayna, but I doubt anyone is going to top this performance. I’ll need to get this approved by my superiors and assuming all goes well, we can finalize the adoption in a day or so.”
And so on Thursday, Ianto & Aaron Hamilton-Jones, added a new member to their family, Miss Shayna Meidl Stinker Breath.
By some miracle, the following Sunday also was quiet and carefree. They opted to sleep in and awoke to a set of eyes staring at them from the ends of the bed. While Molly was curled up in her bed on the floor, Shayna had curled up at the end of the bed.
Ianto had an evil thought. He sat up quickly. “Aaron, would you look at that monster at the end of the bed. How you could allow this, I just don’t know.”
Aaron startled for a moment until he realized that Ianto was teasing him. “Oi, you are in such trouble now,” Aaron said pushing Ianto back down on the bed. “I’m going to have to punish you for such insolence.” Aaron was tickling Ianto and Ianto was twisting to escape. The dogs started to bark and Molly jumped onto the bed with Shayna.
“Wait right there,” Aaron said laughing. He walked over to the bedroom door. “Ok you two, out. Go chew on the leather sofa or something.” He grabbed a toy ball that Molly had brought into the bedroom and bounced it down the stairs. Bedlam ensued as both dogs scrambled off after it. Aaron shut the door dramatically.
“Now what should I do with my prisoner,” he said leering at Ianto. “Shall I kiss him to death,” he said as he moved back to the bed and planted little kisses all over Ianto’s face. “Or maybe I should torture him until he begs for mercy.” Ianto nodded enthusiastically.
“Ok then.” And Aaron, as always, was true to his word. He slowly tortured Ianto with his lips and his hands and his tongue until Ianto was begging for release. Aaron held him at the brink a bit longer until he could sense that Ianto was completely undone. He smiled as he fisted Ianto’s cock. “Come for me Ianto.” And while Ianto never said a word, his ecstasy as he climaxed echoed through their empathic bond to Aaron sending him over the edge as well.
When Aaron went to get a towel to clean them up, Molly and Shayna both pushed in to the room and clamored onto the bed. He heard Ianto push out, “Oi! Your dog is teaching my dog some very bad habits.”
“Why is it always my fault?”
“Cause she’s your dog...at least when she’s naughty.”
Aaron snorted and went into the bathroom. When he came back a few minutes later Ianto was asleep snoring softly. Molly and Shayna had moved to their beds on the floor and were settling down for naps. Aaron gently cleaned Ianto and got under the covers with him. As he watched his lover sleep, he couldn’t help but feel sad that they wouldn’t have another lazy Sunday like this for at least a couple of months. On Wednesday, he was off to the Commando Training Center at Lympstone to start another batch of new recruits through the program.
Aaron sighed. “What I wouldn’t give to make every Sunday like this. Best enjoy it while we can,” he thought as he closed his eyes and snuggled around Ianto.
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*The idea for this story came from an article in the New York Times last November:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/05/us/05religion.html
The minute I read this story, I knew the idea was somehow going to become part of Ianto’s Journey.
