Title: Just a Game.

Summery: Words whispered in his ear… 'You lose.'

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a slight obsession with Mr Barrowman.

He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his breathing.

In… Out… In… Out… The drumming of his pulse was loud in his ears, drowning everything else out as he concentrated on keeping his breathing steady. In… Out... In… Out…

He was stood as still as a statue… fairly certain that had he been stood out on the streets of Cardiff they would have mistook him for one. Well… if he could rid himself of the telltale sign that was his unsteady breathing anyway. And perhaps the fact that he was standing as naked as the day he was born would be a giveaway too…

In… Out… In… Out…

Oh fuck.

He didn't need to open his eyes to know who was stood in front of him. He didn't need to feel the way his skin rippled into Goosebumps from the mere brush of his hand across his lower stomach. He didn't need to hear the words whispered in his ear… "You lose…"

Ianto opened his eyes and smiled. Could it really be considered losing when it felt like he had won?