So. This is my first attempt at Torchwood. Recently I've been obsessed with it and now this is the results. I try to keep everything as in character as possible so as to respect a perfect peice of work, in that it is not mine and I don't have the right to defile it. I encourage all kinds of Crittiques so please tell me what you think afterwords by hitting the Reveiw button. Thanks!

This is Torchwood season 1 somewhere between They Keep Killing Suzie and Out Of Time. Non Canon dabble. Rated M for mature audiences.. and mainly Janto, from Iantos perspective.

Darllen mawr*

Torchwood: Define Normal

Just a Normal Day of Work.

This was definitely not a normal day at work

For all the money in the world he would give for just a simple day at the Hub but NO, not today. Never today.

Ianto sighed greatly and re-straightened his tie for the third time that afternoon. Jack and his damnable pheramones, 51st century Pheramones at that.

The coffee machine gurggled at him and he scowled back at it. This is your fault, he thought at it angrily. Never in all his life had such an appliance made such havock around him.

Tosh was at least being reasonable. She helped him by offering to make some chai tea while he fixed his now disowned baby.

When he first got the job and was introduced to the oudated coffee contraption, He had transformed it into a peice of working magic. An art project in his mind, and he had adopted it as his own, nobody was allowed to touch it. He knew there wasn't any other coffee to match his own hand made brew.

His heavenly apparatus of magic coffee was ruined now and he was peeved. Ianto made a tsk sound against his teeth and took the top of the machine and started over with clearing it out. He believed the filter and the water tubings were jammed, and that had caused the water to over flow and mess with the heating element.

"Ahh... duw Damia(*2*)..." It was ruined. He'd just have to ask Jack for the funds to get a new one. Just the thought of talking to Jack any time soon made him growl. The man was a menace.

Giggling a little he put his head in his hands and tried to hold himself together.

Earlier that day...

Water ripples were reflected off the ceiling of the bunker. A beautifull reflection from the draining water that covered the Hubs main floor.

Dazedly Ianto watched the rainbow like occurance. Not for the first time.

Jack and him had been spending more and more time together. Lately it became very rare for them to spend the night apart.

Not that he was complaining. He loved waking up to the warmth of another person. Especailly since Jack loved to cuddle with one arm around his waist and their legs tangled, not that he'd ever admit to it. Sometimes it would take an hour just to make the man let go of him.

At times it made him wonder why and how this happened. The immediate attraction and vivid flirting was one thing, but now...?

Ianto didn't know what to think.

At first it was just a few quickies around the hub; the archives, or Jacks office, even the kitchenette, but now every thing seemed to get complicated.

Lisa had made certain of that. He had put every one in danger for his own selfish love of the cyberwomen. The pain and suffering had been one thing but Jacks understanding and hurt at his betrayal made it wierd.

True after that the sex had stopped and Ianto fully understood how many daggers were pointing to him at night, and that he was lucky.

He, Ianto had nearly destroyed everything he had grown fond of. He had hated to lie and fake his way through each and every day, not knowing if he would be found out. Certainly he had believed his love was worth the effort.

Jack had shattered that allusion.

It took months of healing and self pitty but somehow he got through it. Jacks presence durung those terrible weeks helped. It was slow coming but the flirting got worse and the innuendos got obnoxious. No surprise they were sleeping together again soon after.

The rest of the team seemed to understand the change, but besides the occasional snicker or remark from Owen, no one made a fuss.

This made him gladd.

Ianto figured himself to be a private man in general. Public affection made him uneasy but with Jack it was nearly unavoidable considering the mans reputation. Even then Jack was considerate of his feelings and kept to small touches or long periods of eye contact in front of others.

Part of his insecurities were not just that it was his private life on display, but the fact that he had never had a relationship of any kind with another guy. Ianto fancied that Jack knew this and made an effort for him even though he didn't understand, in his words, "the 21st century obsession with labels."

Ianto pondered the fact many times.

It wasnt that he was gay. Men didn't do anything for him. It was just Jack. Maybe this is why the man hated labels. There honestly just wasn't a way to describe his sexuality. He had loved Lisa and still did, but Jack stirred every nerve in his body with just a glance. He might say that it was of bi-sexual nature, but he just couldn't put himself as that, inffering that men were attractive to him. If he wasn't going to lie to himself he'd even state that women weren't attractive any more either.

All he could think of was Jack bloody Harkness. Every time he closed his eyes the man was there staring at him intently, sporting that thousand watt smile making him weak in the knees.

Ianto Jones was in love with Captian Jack Harkness.

Gentle sighing and shifting of body weight brought him closer to the smooth chest behind him, driving his mind home from his musings.

Ianto breifly wondered if the immortal had a strong sixth sence.

"Watcha thinking about..?" Jacks voice resonated deeply, full of sleep.

Smirking at his own thougts, Ianto pressed back against his bed mate. "Everything and nothing."

Eagerly Jacks body responded, pressing its hard contoures forward to press tightly against Ianto.

"Mmmmm.." , an obviously aroused Jack nuzzled his ear.

Huffing Ianto wiggled his ass.. "Insatiable." He feigned annoyance.

"You love it." The older man chuckled, punctuating his statement with a quick nibble on the soft skin where shoulder meets neck.

Moaning Ianto allowed himself to be pleasured before pulling away, his neck cold from the loss of Jacks mouth.

"Be that as it may." ,Ianto turned and kissed Jack gently if not chaste. "Work to do." Quickly he scuttled out of the immortal mans grasp and headed to the shower.

The musk and sweat from a long night of sex melted away in the hot spray.

Ianto strarted a mental list of what he had to go through today. Narrarating in his mind while meticulously scrubbing his hair, he almost missed the sound of the door open then shut.

The curtain opened revealing a nude and half asleep Jack.

Ianto glance at him from the corner of his eye. Making a non-commental sound he handed over tthe soap and rinsed his hair.

" 'm not done with that welsh ass of yours."

Said Welshman felt the blood rush from his head at the lusty voice.

"Duw Jack." ,he lolled his head back against Jacks masculine chest, "I'm still sore from last night." "It was fun." Jack inerjected. "and besides that, I've got to make up for all that work you made me neglect from said 'fun'."

"Keep talking." Jack ordered, rubbing his arousal on Ianto's ass. "I love the way you speak. Those damned Welsh vowels get me every time."

Ianto just rolled his eyes," Your impposible."

"Mmm perfect." caressing the young man and kissing on his neck then gently bitting his eroginous zone just below the ear lobe.

It never took long for Ianto to get hard, and with Jacks immortal and talented hands roaming freely all over his abdoman and hips, he was stone.

Heat boiled in his genitals, itching to be touched. Knowing hands glided lower and lips sucked on his shoulder blades.

Enjoying himself he rolled his hips arching his back a bit bringing his ass closer to Jacks erection. Elicit moans of apreciation fell from both mens mouths.

Jack encouraged Ianto, grinding his pelvis to the soft plushy cheeks. Friction desperately needed to relieve the pressure. His hands pumped Iantos cock making the young man moan provocatively. Jack pulled back the foreskin of the swollen organ, sensually placing a thumb over the head and twisting his wrist. Ianto jerked into the grasp and covered the older mans hand with his own, helping jerk him off.

All the while Jack anchored his hips to Ianto's ass using his free hand. Thrusting, and pulling at the same time to bring them closer to the edge.

All morning the phones kept ringing.

U.N.I.T demanded attention, weevils on the rampage, and a lost Argolian(*3*) alien couple on vacation.

Jack was irritated and had locked himself in his office, Gwen started catching up on last weeks paperwork, Owen complaining about the lack of efficiant equipmant he needed to help with his researches, and Toshiko was typing furiously on her keyboard figuring out a new chemical balance for an upgraded weevil spray. It would have been done by Owen but she claimed over her coffee refill "It was better than hearing him bitch."

Ianto took it all in stride. His routine went on, all his morning chores completed plus the extra work of making caffeine runs. One last thing to do before taking lunch orders. With a 30 page thick folder in hand he made his way to Jacks office.

The century and a half olde Captain of Torchwood Three sat, leaning back in his chair, one hand holding a phone and the other throwing a small object at the ceiling catching it as it fell. ~Must be a stress ball~ Ianto mused.

Waving the folder infront of the busy mans face he dropped it infront of the other piles of paper waiting to be done. The hardest part about Torchwood Three would seem to be that every one enjoys the field work so much they despise the reports that go with it. Well its lucky they have him to do the dirty work for them. ~As if they notice who did all the grunt work they didn't want to do~

Shaking his head Ianto started to back out of the office. Not noticing Jack waving at him to stop he reached the door before a dull thud hit him in the shoulder. Questioningly he glanced at the bouncing red ball on the floor, then turned a raised eyebrow at Jack still on the phone but this time the man starred right at him.

One finger quirked a couple times and beckoned him over.

"Of course Sgt. Gregg is the right man for your team." Sending Ianto a pleading look, he mouthed "stay" while listening to the gaffawing nimwit on the other end of the line.

Ianto pursed his lips before nodding and picking up the little red stress ball.

"No UNIT is not sending me a new recruit in exchange for my recamendation." Jack rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair once more.

Listening for a while Ianto got bored after the first 5 minutes. He couldn't hear the other line and so he gave himself something to do while Jack finished his call.

Jack was just as annoyed that the call took longer than intended. He had thrown his ball and couldn't play with it so instead he picked up a spare notepad and a pen and started doodling. He watched his Welshman wonder around his office cleaning and organizing random things.

Obliviouse that he was now the inspiration for His bosses sketching, Ianto patiently picked up the discarded papers and put them in the waist bin.

"Yes Ma'am, Im sure we could work things out, but im afraid you'll have to wait till I take that up with my Archivist."

Ianto's brows quirked as he was mentioned, now avidly paying attention to the phone conversation.

"I'm sure He'll be able to compromise." Jack smirked turning to face the man he was talking about. Sitting down Ianto was sure he was being thrown under a bus. Nothing good ever came from the gleam he was seeing in Jacks eyes.

Schooling his face he waited for the inevitable deed Jack was having him do. Not knowing what was going on was the worst part, he really prefured to be knowledgeable about everything. Especially when Jack was invovled.

"Of Course. And I hope you have a wonderfull day too Miss Russell." The twinkle in his eyes got brighter and it made Ianto worry, but it was the rainbow and sunshine laugh that made him fidget. "Me a flirt? Never. I was mearly being cordial. Yes Ma'am, well yes. He's sitting right here as we speak. I assure you he's the man for the job. You can ask him yourself, and now I will say good bye."

Mischeiviously Jack smiled sweetly at Ianto and handed him the phone.

Not daring to blink or show his discomfort, Ianto smiled blandly back and took the phone. "Ianto Jones here."

"Monsieur Jones you are the achivist that Captain Jack referred me to?" Immediately Ianto could tell why Jack was being so lovey with the woman. One she was french and two she pronounced his name with a hardness on the Captain and an elongation on the 'A' in Jack.

"Yes Madam, I'm the archivist, is there something in particular I can help you with?" Ianto mildly wondered what exactly Jack thought was funny as he stood over a notebook and occasionally glanced at him.

A wavy voice came over the phone. "Its not madam, I'm not married monsier Jones." Lifting an eyebrow at the severe tone. Then she rubbed it in and pulled rank. "This is Major General Russell but if you must, call me "Mademoiselle". I hope Monsieur Jones you are more professional than your rogue boss." Ianto blanched as the insults swung. Stuttering very un-proffessionaly he tried to appologise. " O-of course Mlle Russell. I was unaware."

"Hmph well now you know. What I need to know is if you have the information I am needing. Since you are the Archivist I would think you should be the person to talk to."

"I have worked here for three plus years I asssure you if you need something I can find it." He gained back his confidence, he prided himself on his extensive knowledge of Torchwood.

"I am well aware of Torchwood Three's problem with giving up information."

Wonderously she hit another nerve and Ianto sighed. He glance at Jack, whom was smiling and most probably correctly guessing the conversation. "But we are in need of some paper work on a certain Technology and we have strong reason to believe that your office has the data needed."

"If we have it, I will certainly let you know, but it is my bosses choice as to which and/or how much information is divulged."

At this point Jack got up from his perch on the desk and brought Ianto his notebook. Turning it upside down so Ianto wouldn't see the picture he rounded the chair and laid a hand on the Welshmans shoulder rubbbing the pristine suit jacket. Ianto looked at him warily. Jack just continued on, acting as if his only intentions were to listen to the Woman on the phone line.

"Well be that as it may we have come in contact with some agressive weoponry and.." The rest of her words vanished to the warm sensation of his earlobe in Jacks mouth. Shaking his head he managed to dislodge the distraction. "To the mechanist and if that doesn't work we'll need the blueprints of the plasma gun at least. The radiation levels of this thing are rather high. I suggest... " Once again her voice dissapeared. This time two wondering hands on his chest and lips on his neck leaving open kisses just beneath the collor of his royal blue shirt.

Shuddering he tried to swatt the hands away from their gropping journey down his body. 'Jack' he growled softly. The word turned into a moan as teeth sunk into his flesh. He saw spotts.

Jack licked the bite away and kissed up Iantos jaw. Hearing the agrivating woman on the line ask a question he whispered in Ianto's ear, knowing the younger man wasn't listening.

"say 'Yes Ma'am'." Ianto blinked and answered, "Yes m.. M-mlle Russell." He was relieved, he almost made the mistake of calling her 'Madam' again.

He glarred daggers at Jack who just smiled innocently. "Doesn't UNIT just annoy you?" He smiled his million watt smille and his eyes gleamed. "Which reminds me."

Ianto eyed him warily as the notebook was handed to him. He was mildly aware of the lady still on the phone. Jack winked at him and he turned the note book over.

The entire page was penciled in, drawings and phrases from corner to corner, mainly pornoghraphic in nature. Some he was sure were purely form Jacks imagination and others well, they were quite familiar. In the corner there was a little arrow scribbled in and the two words 'Turn page'. Curiously Ianto turned the page over.

Eyes wide he gazed at the scetch before him and then starred at Jack. ~Dear God~ Ianto was stunned at the almost identicle portrait of himself. Except that he was fully nude and was only wearing a tie and a hat. A UNIT cap to be precise.

He had never really thought of the depth of Jacks fantasies but this was too much, yet He had a feeling this was just the beginning.

The artist stood infront of him and and pushed his thighs apart with a hard knee. His eyes were darkened and his smirk preditor like. Jacks low voice sending shivers down his groin, "I will get you one, Jones, Ianto Jones." ,his promise sounding more like a threat, "Then I'm gonna fuck you sensless in it."

Before Ianto could crie out 'Harrassment', Jacks lips were devouring him.

A/N:

* Darllan mawr = Great reading

(*2*) Duw Damia = god damn it

(*3*) Argolians = In appearance, Argolin are humanoids with greenish skin. Their heads are covered with what appears to be elaborately coiffed hair capped with small domes covered in beads, which fall off when the Argolin become sick or die. The Leisure Hive ~ Dr Who

! If there is anything wrong with the translations help is always appreciated! :3

The pen is mightier than the sword .. unless its Captain Jacks! XD

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