AN: fOR THOSE WHO KNOW THE 'PREDATOR' MOVIES AND ANYONE WHO DOESN'T THE CREATURE IS NOT MY INVENTION....NOR ARE THE TW GANG... SHAME THAT REALLY 'CAUSE I'D BE A LOT RICHER IF THEY WERE.

THIS IS MY FIRST GO AT USING SOMEONE ELSE'S BAD GUY.... HEH I WAS BORED!

TO THE READERS OUT THERE WHO HAVE BEEN SO DEDICATED AND SUPPORTIVE THANK YOU VERY MUCH AND I KNOW HOW MUCH WE ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO MON 6TH JULY!

AS ALWAYS THIS IS ASSUMING A JACK/ IANTO RELATIONSHIP BUT MRS WILLIAMS WILL BE KICKING SOME ALIEN ARSE BECAUSE SHE CAN!

DEDICATED TO SOLSBURY GIRL, THE CONVERTOR, GALADRIEL 1010, MC PARROT AND .... WELL THERE'S LONG LIST REALLY. HAPPY WONDERFUL SUMMER EVERYONE AND HOPE THOSE OF YOU WITH EXAM RESULTS DO AS WELL AS I DID!

NOT A SPOOKY DOO!

OK..... HERE GOES.

HUNTER KILLER PART ONE.

Too hot to handle

Ianto sighed. It was hot and it was only 6:15am. He rolled rather inelegantly off his bed and padded into the bathroom for a much needed shower. A hot sticky night mixed with bright lightening and rumbling thunder had made for yet another sleepless night and he was grumpy as Hell. The cool shower was a welcome break and he spent rather a long time just standing under the jet and letting the water caress over his heated flesh. Normally being hot and sticky involved Jack Harkness, but not today. With the weather acting up the way it was, the sewers had become unpalatable even for the hardiest of weevils and they'd been busy and Ianto had earned himself a half night off to sleep.... Fat chance of that!

Finally he stepped out of the shower cubical, a new one specially installed because Jack had paid copious amounts of money to have Ianto's bathroom re-fitted to his satisfaction... actually more to cater to his fetishes. Ianto wasn't complaining, the new walk in shower was fantastic with or without Jack to share it with him. Towel at his waist and making no effort to dry himself he walked back into the bedroom dripping on the floor boards. He pulled open the wardrobe door and perused his array of suits and his heart sank. He would roast in one of those, even the nice linen one that was really too camp, even for him. Jack would moan if he came into work in a T-shirt and his other colleagues probably wouldn't even recognise him. He ran his hands over the options on display and then closed the door and went to his chest of drawers. Stuff it!

He pulled out fresh underwear and socks and put them on thinking it was entirely too tempting to go 'eau naturel', but he knew that Owen would probably have heart failure if he did that..... and Jack..... well that didn't bare thinking about. He found a nice neat.... unused in fact.... short sleeved polo shirt, unfortunately it was lemon yellow. Who the hell had bought him that? Oh well. Ianto tugged it on and discovered that it was just short of being snug and showed up every contour of his torso. He contemplated whether or not this was a good thing as he went to the next draw and found a pair of knee length cargo pants that had definitely seen better days. The last time he had worn those was when he was in France with Lisa two years before. He'd lost weight since them and they only just about stayed up resting on his hips so he put on a belt as well, he needed one for his gun holster anyway. Ianto paused in front of the mirror, another of Jack's editions to his flat.... a very large mirror, fixed to wall facing his bed. Ianto blushed when he thought about it and shook his head. He straightened out his hair and decided that looked too formal with what he was wearing so he mussed it up again, surprised at how much younger that made him look. His own age a mere baby at 24, the eyes spoke of decades and Ianto hurriedly looked away again and bent down pulling his favourite running shoes out from under the bed.

Breakfast consisted of a glass filled with ice cubes topped with orange juice and a bowl of cereal topped with yogurt. He sat at his table going through a weeks worth of unopened post as he ate in silence. Once done he re-filled Moses' water bowl and topped up his crunchies, no doubt the lazy cat would saunter in and leave fur all over his bed spread again. He grabbed his phone, gun, wallet and keys and left the flat for the short walk to the Hub. It was a beautiful morning, even this early the sun was burning through the cloying haze of last nights storm. It promised to be yet another humid day.

Ianto's hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat before he got to work and he was eternally grateful when he stepped down into the cooler confines of their underground lair. He went straight to the kitchenette to brew coffee ready for the team's iced beverages. Ianto prided himself on being quite inventive with his coffee and the gang were lapping up his new frozen variety like it was the elixir of life. In their case it probably was. He worked in contented silence not even slightly put out when two strong arms snaked around his waist and hot breath tickled the skin at his throat.

"Wow, you look hot!" It was mumbled through lips that brushed at his skin and Ianto shivered and then decided that he was really too hot to be bothered.

"I am hot Jack." He tried not to sound as though he was complaining, but Jack's body radiating against his was like a furnace at his back. "You're hot as well." Ianto gently shoved him back and Jack stepped away and decided to admire the view of 'casual Ianto'.

"You know the others are going think you've swapped places with an evil twin or something."

Ianto rolled his eyes and went to the fridge. "Perhaps I'm the Mr Jekyl of the two, maybe other Ianto is the twisted evil one."

Jack fully appreciated the low slung pants and the strip of tempting naked flesh as Ianto's shirt rode up his back slightly when he bent down to retrieve the carton of milk. Ianto straightened up and turned to face Jack, who was wearing his never changing chino's and button down shirt with the braces. He even had a white T-shirt underneath.

"How can you not be hot?"

Jack shrugged. "Fifty fir........"

"Don't say it." Ianto interrupted in exasperation. "Here, have this and get out of my kitchen while I make breakfast."

Jack took his mug and drank down the iced coffee in rapid gulps, smacking his lips.

"You are a genius Ianto Jones." He handed the empty mug back.

"I know."

Jack however didn't move. "The others won't be in til later. I gave them the morning off."

"So you want breakfast?"

Jack smiled. "After."

Ianto hesitated for a moment processing Jack's reply. "After what?"

The smile widened somewhat.

Oh God, now what, rolled around Ianto's mind, silly really because he knew what was coming.

"I just wanted to check and make doubly sure it was my Ianto under those strange clothes, you never know, could be a shapeshifter or maybe even a clone or something."

Ianto nodded slowly. "And if it isn't your Ianto?"

Jack took a pace forwards. "Well I'd have to put you in the cells and give you a thorough going over."

"Uhmmmm I see."

"I guess I had better surrender now then." Ianto held up his hands as if Jack were pointing a gun at him. Another step was taken forwards.

"Better check you for weapons first."

Ianto submitted to the search, trying so hard not to enjoy it too much.