Warning: contains slash, smut, explicit sex, oral, anal, etc...

Ianto Jones' eyebrows rose sharply as he glanced at his watch. He had buried himself in the Hub's archives after a trying day at Torchwood Cardiff. Gwen was right, Ianto decided when he overheard his colleagues talking earlier that evening, love had suited Tosh. The whole thing had brought back too much pain for Ianto; he was still raw from losing Lisa only a few weeks ago.

She wasn't Lisa, he told himself for what felt like the millionth time, not anymore. She wasn't human. Not my Lisa.

This is why he had buried himself in the archives; to take his mind off it. It had worked – he had lost three hours and it was now nearly midnight, but now the sharp pain in his chest was back and his constant silent reiterations was not as comforting as he intended. However, the realisation that he had lost Lisa long before he joined Torchwood Three did help to ease the pain of his memories of her final moments. His Lisa knew what love was, she had loved him just as he had her, and she never would have taken the life of an innocent girl just to be human.

Yet I risked four lives trying to do just that. A violent surge of guilt ripped through Ianto and he cried out softly, dropping the files he had in his hands. He had tricked Jack, pretending to be a mere tea-boy, following his every order, responding to flirtatious innuendos... Though he hadn't always had to pretend in that area. Ever since that night in the warehouse where they had caught Myfanwy, Jack had been teasing Ianto with flirtatious hints and expressions that had set the young Welshman on constant edge. Well, at least now I don't have to feel guilty about fancying the pants off Captain Jack Harkness. Ianto was surprised by the errant thought, but quickly pushed it aside. After all, the rest of the team thought everything up to now had been lies. But he really did like the rest of the team, especially Tosh, especially Jack, and he didn't know what else he would do – could do – with his life now. He was thankful that Jack had let him stay, but also slightly disappointed that Jack was no longer Jack around him. At least not the flirty Jack he thought he knew. No, now Jack was just his boss, and that's how it would stay. Damn.

Ianto shut his eyes tightly. After all the effort he'd gone to distract himself, his mind had run away with him and he felt the weight of the world rest on his shoulders once more. He trudged heavily out of the archives, yawning and stretching as he reached the main Hub.

"Ianto?" Ianto's eyes shot open, not missing the once-over Jack gave him before his eyes came to rest on Ianto's face, a puzzled expression on his handsome features. "What are you still doing here?"

Ianto didn't know what to say. Drowning my sorrows? Feeling guilty on how I betrayed you? Thinking about how I wanted – still want – to shag the pants off you?

None of these seemed like suitable responses, so he just shook his head as he exhaled, feeling a little flustered, and put his hands on his hips.

Jack took a step closer, looking at Ianto as though he could see right through him. Ianto had never felt so vulnerable – he felt as though he were naked. Jack just stared at him until he couldn't bear the silence anymore, so he broke it, "I – uh... Work to do, Sir."

"At this time of night?" Jack replied immediately, stepping ever closer. Ianto tried to shield his emotions as Jack's piercing gaze bore into him. "How are you, Ianto?"

His chest clenched painfully at the genuine concern beneath Jack's words and Ianto suddenly felt a strange urge to release all of the hurt he had been welling up, because he felt it was selfish to feel bad after what he had done to everyone else. He opened his mouth, wondering where to start, and was shocked to hear a loud sobbing noise. Even more shocking was the realisation that it had come from him. He curled in on himself, arms wrapping around his body as if to try and hold it in as tears stung his eyes.

"Hey, hey," Jack said softly, closing the small distance between them and putting his arms around Ianto's waist. Ianto was past the point of no return now and, unable to stop himself, he buried his face into Jack's shoulder, breathing in his scent as his great coat muffled his sobs.

"I'm sorry, Jack. I'm so sorry," he whimpered when the sobs had subsided.

Jack leaned back and took Ianto's wet, blotchy face in his hands. "I know," he said firmly. "It's okay."

And with that he pressed his lips firmly to Ianto's.

That was it, Ianto's control snapped. He had been denying to himself that this was what he had been craving, ever since he first breathed in those 51st century pheromones that fateful day, and he simply melted into Jack's embrace. Jack lips moved insistently against his, parting slightly and causing Ianto to whimper with need.

With a frustrated grunt, Jack pulled away, taking two short steps backwards and running his hand through his hair. "God, Ianto, what you do to me..." he muttered.

"I... should go," Ianto stammered, staring intently at the floor. Jack looked up quickly, an unreadable emotion flashing across his eyes before his guard fell back into place.

"If... that's what you want..." he said, watching Ianto carefully, as if he was waiting for him to make his move.

It wasn't what Ianto wanted at all. His brain roared at his feet to move while his racing heart and aching cock kept them rooted firmly to the spot. He looked up timidly and his heartbeat raced impossibly faster when he saw that Jack was grinning.

"That's not what you want is it, Jones, Ianto Jones? And all this time I thought that you were just using me," Jack was coming closer again. Ianto ached to close the gap once more, but he was rooted to the spot – fear and anticipation warring inside him. "But all that time... you were just as horny as I was." With these words, Jack reached out and pulled Ianto towards him, clashing their bodies together so Ianto could feel Jack's mirroring erection against his own. Jack chuckled at Ianto's soft whine and pressed his mouth to Ianto's once more. Ianto trembled as Jack tongue flicked at his upper lip before sliding slowly along the bottom. If Jack hadn't been holding him in a vice-like grip, he was sure he would have collapsed by now.

Realising that the kiss was decidedly one-sided, Ianto nervously poked his own tongue out from between his trembling lips and groaned loudly when Jack's mouth immediately opened to allow him entry. A shiver ran up Ianto's spine as their tongues swiped over each other and soon it was too much for both of them. Jack reluctantly pulled his lips away once more, this time resting his forehead against Ianto's as they both tried to regain equilibrium.

"Come on," Jack panted. "Before we can't."

He turned, keeping a grip on Ianto's arm as he strode across the hub towards to door to his private quarters, dragging his obedient tea-boy along like an eager puppy in its master's wake. Jack opened the door and climbed down the hole, winking at Ianto when only his face was visible above a background of darkness. "Coming?" he asked mischievously.

Ianto could do nothing but nod enthusiastically, so that'd what he did, earning another low chuckle from Jack as he disappeared into the inky blackness below. Ianto followed, still shivering from head to toe as he climbed down the ladder. No sooner had his foot left the final rung than Jack swivelled him round, planting a hand on the back of his neck possessively – Ianto had never experienced anything so erotic.

"Now, I'm going to show you what happens when you tease the Captain," Jack said playfully, but firmly, before crashing their mouths together for a third time. This time, they didn't waste any time opening their mouths and turning the kiss into a wet, messy duel that was just fucking perfect. Soon, Jack's hands began to wander and Ianto succumbed to every touch as Jack carefully stripped him of his jacket, his waistcoat, his tie, before roughly tugging his shirt tails out of his trousers and running his hands up the smooth skin of Ianto's abdomen and chest. A guttural groan came from deep within Jack's throat as his hands roamed. Ianto wanted to reciprocate but his body was so overwhelmed by sensation that he could do nothing as Jack led him back, back, back towards his bunk, undoing his shirt as he went. Ianto was completely shirtless before the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell back on something soft and bouncy. He was past caring and was much more intrigued by the path Jack's tongue was now taking up his stomach as his hands held his hips firmly in place. Jack licked his way up, up, up, in swirling patterns all over Ianto's skin. When he reached his sternum his path veered so he could swipe his truly talented tongue over Ianto's pebbled nipples. The overload of sensation caused Ianto to cry out, bucking his hips violently even as Jack's strong, large hands struggled to keep him steady.

"Patience, Ianto." He chuckled lightly, the motion sending vibrations through Ianto's skin causing him to moan loudly in frustration. "OK, OK," said Jack. Finally taking the hint. He stripped his own top layers off as his eyes devoured Ianto's lean frame.

"Fuck," Ianto hissed, the man could make him hard as stone just by looking at him. He sat up and locked their lips together once more, swallowing both Jack's and his own guttural grown as their bare flesh collided.

"Still. Too. Much. Clothes." Jack growled as he tugged at Ianto's belt.

"Yeah, yeah," Ianto agreed fervently as he responded eagerly, yanking down Jack's zipper so hard it hurt his fingers. His hands stilled as once more Jack's tongue made a trail down his chest, this time in the other direction, heading right for his-

"Fuck! Jack!" Ianto yelped as Jack mouthed his erection though his pants, his trousers now pooled around his ankles. Jack looked up at him, a predatory glint in his eye as he slowly peeled Ianto's boxer shorts down until his throbbing cock bounced free.

"Nice," he said appreciatively, before swallowing the engorged member right to the root. Ianto shouted wordlessly as his cock was swallowed deeper than it had ever gone before. Jack licked and sucked and hummed around his dick until he was right on the edge – just a few more-

Ianto all but howled in frustration as Jack released his cock with a muted pop.

"Oh, no, no, no. You don't get off that easy," he playfully admonished before returning his mouth to Ianto's crotch. This time he only nipped at the base of Ianto's erection before ducking his head lower to mouth at Ianto's tightening sac. Ianto lay back against the bed – he no longer had the strength to support himself as Jack tongued at his balls. Meanwhile, Jack's fingers were making a similar journey as they ghosted down Ianto's shaft before bypassing his preoccupied tongue to stroke along his perineum. Ianto's hips bucked once more, causing Jack's hand to shift even lower until his fingers were circling dangerously over Ianto's most intimate area. His arse clenched in response as he was both more terrified and more turned on than he ever remembered being in his life.

Jack reached up with his free hand to splay his fingers out over Ianto's chest, whilst encouraging him to, "Breathe, Ianto. Stay with me. I need to know you're OK with this..."

"I... I... Jaaack," Ianto panted, unable to get anything else out.

"Have you ever done this before?" Jack asked, the slight patronizing tone making Ianto snort indignantly, which in turn caused Jack to chuckle that wonderful, low, rumbling chuckle once more. "You know what I mean. Have you ever done it, like this." He emphasised the point by applying a little pressure on Ianto's opening, causing him to squeak as his head shook vigorously. "So are you sure you want to-"

"Yes! Jack! Please just fuck me!" Ianto cried, startling himself even more than Jack as both their eyebrows rose in surprise.

"You asked for it," Jack muttered after a moment, and reached into a nearby draw, pulling out a tube of lubricant. He squirted the clear gel expertly over his fingers before aligning them with Ianto's hole once more. "This will burn a little, Ianto, but breathe deeply and I promise – there's nothing better."

"OK, OK," Ianto nodded, a little too keen that he didn't quite prepare himself enough for the intense feeling of Jack's blunt finger pushing past the virgin ring of muscle. He inhaled sharply, which seemed to add to the burn and he whimpered in pain. Jack stopped.

"Ianto, relax," he insisted. Ianto took a deep breath and slowly relaxed his muscles so that Jack could slide his finger all the way home. The initial burn wore off quickly and soon Ianto was bearing down on Jack's digit, crying out with need as Jack added a second, then a third. He gasped as Jack scissored his fingers and then whined helplessly as Jack withdrew and he was left feeling empty. With a lot of effort he managed to lift his head up, staring through lust-blown pupils at Jack slowly stroking himself, his shaft glistening with lube.

"Stop playing with yourself and get on with it!" Ianto muttered, lifting his hips so his cock batted against Jack's playfully. The jolt of electricity between them made them both gasp and soon Jack was lining himself up with Ianto's body.

"It will still sting a little," Jack said softly, obviously trying extremely hard to restrain himself. "Are you ready?"

"Yes. God, yes." Ianto mumbled, bucking his hips minutely and as he did so the head of Jack's thick, so thick, cock breached him. "Fuck." Ianto cried out as his arse clenched against the intrusion, ripping a sexy-as-hell guttural groan from Jack.

"That's my intention," Jack hissed, his voice strained. "OK?"

Ianto nodded as the spikes of pain ebbed away, but hissed once more as Jack slowly slid home.

"I p-promise it's w-worth it." Jack croaked, clenching his eyelids shut. "God, you're so tight."

Ianto moaned as the burning pain turned into a kind of aching pleasure and he moaned Jack's name. This was the sign Jack had been waiting for and no sooner had Ianto's lips closed had Jack began to thrust, slowly – at first – but ever so deeply that he soon had Ianto gasping for breath.

"My. God. Jack." Ianto murmured with each thrust. "Fucking. Amazing. Incredible..."

"Oh yeah," Jack grunted. "Yeah."

Jack's previous ministrations had pushed him close the edge and soon he was teetering on the precipice of release.

"Jack, close," was all he could summon as every inch of his body tingled and pulsed. Jack responded by lifting Ianto's legs until they were bent with his knees on his chest, thrusting even deeper than before. The new angle brought the tip of Jack's penis into sharp contact with Ianto's prostate and he shouted out as sharp spikes of pleasure shot through every nerve ending. "Jack so close. I need..."

"You don't need anything more Ianto. You can come. Just from me. Just from my cock in you. Let yourself go Ianto. Let it all out. Come from my cock, Ianto!" Jack inhaled sharply as his release was ripped from him when Ianto's arse squeezed his dick in response to his filthy words. "Ianto..." he whispered, staring right into him – unguarded – as he came deep inside Ianto. It was all Ianto needed to push him over the edge.

"Jack!" he cried, keening, as he thrust his hips up to meet Jack's, come fountaining from him, covering his and Jack's bellies with hot ejaculate. "My god!" he yelled as final waves of his orgasm pulsed through him.

Jack fell, boneless, onto the mattress next to Ianto. When he had gotten his breath back he pushed their trousers off their ankles and pulled the quilt over their naked, spent, quivering bodies. Ianto took longer to recover than Jack did as he lay there panting, Jack watching him with an amused expression on his face.

"Any good?" Jack grinned down at him, making him blush with all the filthy things the mischievous smile promised.

Ianto grunted a confirmation, slowly letting his eyes close as he drifted towards a much-needed sleep.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he just about heard Jack mutter, almost missing the quiet addition, "because next time it's your turn to top."

Almost.

a/n: okay so please let me know how this went I've been going over this in my head for days – it turned out a lot longer than I expected it to! Erm, I was thinking of writing a second chappie... let me know if it's worth it, kay? Thanks for reading, lots of love!