Author's Note: This is a spin-off of my story Your Time is Gonna Come. I recommend reading it before hand as it includes non-canon events.

And our time is flyin', see the candle burnin' low

Is the new world risin', from the shambles of the old

Running through the thickets, the Doctor tightly held onto Ianto's hand not wanting to leave him behind. The bright purple grasses and plants whipped roughly against their legs. The larger of the two suns was setting and it would soon be night meaning the nocturnal creatures would rise to the surface to find their prisoners had escaped. The Doctor knew they couldn't trick them a second time so it was vital they made it to the Tardis as quickly as possible.

The surface of the planet was inhabited by mostly harmless insects and birds, but underground was a vast society of nocturnal beings who were not welcoming to visitors. They had been developing weapons to fire at passing star ships, then killing or imprisoning any survivors. The Doctor had disabled their weapons rendering them completely useless but in the process accidentally allowed Ianto to be captured. They were fascinated by the young man since, in that time and part of space, pure humans were hard to come by.

If the Doctor hadn't escaped and rescued Ianto, then he would have been executed and his companion would be the star in their best brothel. He was ashamed to admit it, but seeing Ianto dressed in the skimpy, ceremonial garment was only causing him to have more sensual thoughts about the young man that he had become overly attached to. As expected, Ianto had not been cooperating with his captors so they dosed him with a drug they created that increased sexual urges and obedience.

As they were running, Ianto was beginning to recover from the drug but still didn't let go of the Doctor's hand for fear of being separated from him. The creatures that had held him resembled humans in form but had deathly pale skin traversed with purple veins. Their teeth were sharp and their eyes were hungry. It made his skin crawl to think about their cold hands and raspy voices. Seeing the Doctor knock out the guards and burst into the room sent a wave of joy through him that he unfortunately was too sedated to express. The beautiful time traveler's face was only more exquisite when flushed with adrenaline and driven with a noble purpose.

The Tardis was only 20 meters in front of them when the angry sounds of the subterranean creatures echoed across the newly darkened sky. The beings moved at an alarmingly fast pace seeming to fly across the thick grass. In the distance, birds let out shrieks of terror and alarm leading to the rustling of wings in the treetops. By the time they reached the Tardis, the aliens were only 50 meters away and yelling madly. However, to Ianto, still under the influence of their drugs, the shouts sounded like welcoming songs. His mind was pleading with him to stop running and return to his masters like a good boy. The one thing keeping his feet moving forward was the feel of the Doctor's hand and the pulsing of his hearts.

Once inside, the siren call of the nocturnal creatures ceased at the command of the Tardis and Ianto collapsed to the floor in relief. The Doctor rushed to his side and began checking him over. When he found nothing wrong except for his dilated pupils, the Doctor wrapped his arms around the young man in relief. After noticing that the hug was lasting too long, the Doctor pulled back and tried to concentrate on the ship's controls. However, he gasped when he felt Ianto's surprisingly strong arms envelope him from behind.

Shivers ran down his spine as Ianto placed a tender kiss to the back of his neck and whispered seductively, "Take me someplace warm."

The Doctor released a soft moan, relishing in the intimate touch of his beloved companion. The only thing that made his hands move at all were the persistent knocks and scratches outside the ship reminding him that they had narrowly escaped death. Since his usually sharp mind was clouded with thoughts of the scantily clad Welshman behind him, the Doctor allowed the Tardis to choose their destination and hoped for the best.

Once they landed, the Doctor did not even bother to check on their location instead he turned as Ianto latched tightly against his body. Using every last bit of self restraint he possessed, the Doctor brought the young man to arm's length and spoke, "Ianto, you still have the drugs running through you. You need to rest."

In response, Ianto took one of the Doctor's hands from his shoulder and sucked on his fingers. After letting out a frustrated whimper, the Doctor gripped Ianto's face and brought him into a searing kiss. Ianto's body seemed to melt against his as their tongues and hips pushed together desperately. The Doctor purred into Ianto's ear, "Let's go to my bedroom."

While kissing and groping each other furiously, the Doctor finally managed to lead the young man to his room and deposit him on the bed. The Doctor stepped back and slid off his coat and jacket. Taking one last lingering look at Ianto, he sadly spoke, "You are going to hate me for a few hours, but this is for the best."

The Timelord then quickly opened the door and left the room with the Tardis locking it behind him. Inside, Ianto was begging the Doctor to come back and promising he would be obedient only making the Doctor's decision all that much more difficult. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted the young man, but he wanted him without drugs clouding his inhibitions. Throughout his long years, the Doctor had encountered more humans than he could remember, but Ianto Jones was special. Their connection had been immediate when the young man saved his life, and while he did not like the idea of taking his friend's lover, he could not help himself.

After leaving Ianto, the Doctor had to cool his head or at least take a cold shower. He would never understand how Jack Harkness had a man like that at his beck and call yet pined for someone else. In the end, he supposed it worked out in his favor. Although normally full of self assurance, the Doctor often wondered if Ianto thought of him in the same way. He undoubtedly had feelings for Jack and left out of anger and disappointment making the Doctor think there was a chance he would cool down and want to return to Cardiff and Torchwood. It had, therefore, become the Doctor's mission to convince Ianto that he had made the right choice whether it be through exciting adventures, complex mysteries, or his own time tested charm. Plenty of his previous companions had developed feelings for him including Jack Harkness, so he knew there was something about him that appealed to humans and he hoped it appealed to Ianto.

As the Doctor predicted, Ianto had regained himself within a few hours. Somehow the Tardis could detect the difference and opened the door to let him out. Dressed in an immaculate three piece suit, Ianto walked rather sheepishly into the main control room and struggled to make eye contact. The Doctor smiled warmly as he greeted him, "You're looking refreshed; how about a cup of tea?"

"You mean: Ianto please make me a cup of tea?" Ianto replied with a raised eyebrow.

"I would do it, but the Tardis has grown rather attached to you and insists on you being the only one to prepare food and drinks."

"That's because I clean up after myself and thank her when she does something nice."

The Doctor shrugged his shoulders and Ianto continued in a softer voice, "That reminds me: I need to thank you for doing something rather gentlemanly. Not every man would have been so . . . selfless."

"Remember: I'm not every man," the Doctor replied with a grin.

"No, you certainly aren't," Ianto answered with his bright blue eyes shining through his long lashes making the Doctor's hearts beat faster.

After Ianto served the tea, the Doctor took his first sip savoring the perfect flavor. Ianto smirked, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you brought me along because you needed a butler."

"You saved my life, restored my good name on Earth, and have an encyclopedic knowledge of alien creatures; the tea making and the cleaning are just added perks."

Ianto nodded his head in acknowledgment and then asked, "Where are we anyway?"

"Well, if you remember, you asked me to take you someplace warm," the Doctor said causing a deep blush to form on Ianto's face. "The Tardis has taken us to Norilan 7, famous for its pristine beaches. It seems she thinks we are due for a holiday."

Looking between himself and the Doctor, Ianto replied, "Don't you think we're a bit overdressed for the beach?"

"Don't worry, I took the liberty of packing our bags," The Doctor answered pointing to two suitcases by the door.

The beautiful, pristine beach was oddly deserted. Up ahead, a wooden sign was posted that read: beaches closed until further notice. While the Doctor pondered what could have led to such famous beaches being shut down, Ianto gazed about in wonder. The sand was green, sparkling in the orange sunlight with mild purple water lapping at the shore. Reaching down to feel the grains, Ianto expected it to be coarse but it was soft. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a small vial and filled it with sand, in case they needed it for future reference.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the direction of the resort, "Are you the inspectors?"

The man was probably 100 meters away and seemed reluctant to come any closer so the Doctor and Ianto walked to greet him. Once they were in front of him, Ianto could see that he was clearly not human; his skin was purple like the sea water and his hair was orange like the sun, pulled back in intricate braids. He was wearing white clothing as one would expect an employee at a tropical resort and had sandals on his webbed feet.

"Are you the inspectors? We called for inspectors months ago but everyone has been too scared to come," the man asked nervously.

The Doctor took out his psychic paper as documentation and spoke, "Yes, we are the inspectors. Please, brief us on the situation."

The man let out a breath of relief and handed back the paper as he directed them to the resort, "Never in recorded history have we ever had a problem with the sand, but three months ago, people out sunbathing just began to sink in. We can't even find the bodies. After the third incident, the guests all checked out. The local authorities tried to investigate but when one of their men sunk in, they refused to go back. Most of the employees have left and the resort is closed until this can be sorted out."

The Doctor looked about the deserted beach excited to have a mystery to solve but somewhat disappointed that he would not have his relaxing holiday with Ianto. As he pondered what approach he was going to take, Ianto spoke to the man, "What is your name, sir?"

"Illien. My father is the owner but I run most everything."

Ianto smiled warmly as he replied, "My name is Ianto Jones and this is the Doctor. We're going to help you in any way we can. Please, show us to the resort so we may go over the events of the past few months in detail."

Illien returned the smile, "Thank you, Ianto, thank you. Please, follow me."

In typical butler fashion, Ianto lifted both his and the Doctor's suitcases, following behind Illien and asking questions about everything from the yearly precipitation to the chemical makeup of the sand. The Doctor was once again amazed by Ianto's quick thinking and impeccable professional behavior in the face of unpredictable weirdness. It was not until they were halfway up the trail that the Doctor even realized that Ianto was carrying his suitcase and had taken over the investigation. In an effort to save face and prove that he did not think of the young man as his servant, he took both bags and began asking Illien questions, although many of them were just rephrasing what Ianto had asked already.

Since it was vacant anyway, Illien took Ianto and the Doctor to one of their best suites so they could unpack for the evening. While Ianto continued to ask questions of their host, he did not even notice that there was only one bed; however, the Doctor did notice but chose to say nothing. The room had tall, vaulted ceilings with skylights letting in the rich rays of the setting sun that sparkled on the multiple glass sculptures depicting wondrous sea creatures. The floor was made of brightly colored glass tile mosaics that swirled across the room almost leading a path to the singular magnificent bed engulfed in sunlight.

Ianto took a moment to gaze about the room before saying to Illien, "You have exquisite facilities; the people must be awfully frightened to leave this behind. Could you provide us with the blueprints of the building and maps of the surrounding area? Also, if you have any geological surveys available that would help immensely."

Illien nodded and left to gather what information he had. While the Doctor walked about the room, marveling at the craftsmanship, Ianto began unpacking. When the Doctor entered one of the adjoining rooms, he exclaimed happily, "They have a pool, ooh, and a salt bath!"

Ianto rolled his eyes at the Doctor's nearly boyish enthusiasm and continued to unpack, stopping when he found an odd set of clothing. Holding up the nearly translucent top and shorts, he blushed deeply as he realized it was a replica of the ceremonial outfit he had been forced to wear at the brothel and the Doctor had packed it for him.