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Fic - A Different Kind of Kiss, Chapter 3

Title: A Different Kind of Kiss
Chapter: 3/5
Rating - M
Pairing - Janto, John/Ianto (a little), Owen/Tosh
Spoilers - 2x01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Warnings - OOC (just in case)
Summary - What would've happened if Ianto had heard Jack talking to Gwen. If instead of Gwen going with Hart, Ianto did? And what if Hart decided there was something he wanted more then the Arcadian Diamond?
A/N - Huge, huge thankyou to everyone who reviewed. You guys made my day *cookies* for you guys :). Also big thanks to anyone who read, you guys rock as well ;). And in case you missed it, there is a little John/Ianto in this.


Chapter 3

He felt his mouth go dry at the intense look Hart sent him, before the other man closed the distance between them, devouring his mouth, the kiss full of heat and passion and fire, so similar to the way Jack kissed him, that he couldn’t help but respond.

A part of Ianto asked what the bloody hell he thought he was doing, that this was obviously part of the plan Hart had to steal the canister. While another part told the first to shut the hell up, because Hart, even with all his detractions, was an amazing kisser.

Jack had left. Had left him all alone, with no explanation. After the kiss they had shared, Ianto had thought that things were going to change. And they had, just not the way Ianto had thought.

The Doctor was someone that Jack would follow anywhere, that Jack obviously wanted to be with. If the Doctor showed up again, Ianto was sure that the other man would disappear again, disappear without a trace, without an explanation.

The brief sense of hope he’d had when Jack had come back and said he’d come back for him had been destroyed when he witnessed the scene between Jack and Gwen. There was something there, something that Jack obviously wanted and hadn’t let go. He had let it go in the past, let it go because Jack had chosen him, but there was only so much he could take.

He and Jack had never even gone out, just had a few moments in the hub, a few stolen kisses, a few games of naked hide and seek, a few shags.

Ianto hadn’t seen that what they had was just a passing fancy for Jack, had fooled himself into thinking that the older man had started to feel like he had, because he had started to fall for the other man and now, now he hated that the feelings were obviously so one sided. 

He let Hart’s tongue enter his mouth and explore, explore every inch and tangle with his. It had been so long since someone had touched him, had kissed him like this, like he was everything they had ever wanted.

Hart pushed into him harder, hands running up and down Ianto’s side, finally pulling back, looking up at Ianto with hungry eyes, breaths as shallow as Ianto’s.

Looking at the other man, Ianto wondered what his game was, what plan he had in place to take the canister. He waited a few minutes, just staring at the other man, a frown slowly crossing his face, as nothing seemed to happen.

“Alright,” he said finally, when the silence had stretched to breaking point. “Tell me what you’ve done.”

“Done?” Hart asked, face a picture of confusion.

“You don’t expect me to believe that you didn’t come here without some plan to take the canister,” Ianto replied in disbelief.

He watched the smirk grow on Hart’s face, a light entering his eye.

“Of course not,” Hart said. “You’re much too smart for that, Precious. But I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think I want the canisters anymore.”

“Oh, really?” Ianto replied in disbelief. “And what is it you do want?”

He swallowed hard as Hart pushed his body against his, the warmth emanating from the man heating Ianto’s front.

“To become a part of the team,” Hart murmured, lips a hair breadths away from Ianto’s.

Pulling his head back, Ianto pushed the man away, unable to stop the amusement that ran through him. The man was insufferable, obviously completely untrustworthy, but there was something about him that was charming, that made you unable to hate him.

Plus he was a good kisser.

“So what are the canisters then?” he asked, holding his hands up as Hart tried to move back to his original spot.

“Not important,” Hart replied, waving a hand, as if the canisters were nothing now that the Captain wasn’t interested in them.

“Being part of the team, means sharing information, Captain,” Ianto said, raising an eyebrow in question.

Hart rolled his eyes, before a thoughtful look crossed his face.

“Truth for a truth,” he said, hands going to his hips, a look of pure challenge on his face.

“Alright,” Ianto replied with a shrug, it wasn’t like he had anything to hide. Well … not much anyway.

“You and Jack.” Hart said, not even asking who should go first. “What’s the deal there?”

Sighing, he rubbed a hand through his hair, realizing he should’ve expected the question, after Hart’s previous conversation.

“We were … involved for a short time,” he said, face the perfect mask, not revealing anything, tone of voice cool and calm.

“Involved?” Hart queried.

“Truth for a truth,” Ianto replied. “What are the canisters?”

Hart rolled his eyes again.

“Fine,” he said. “The canisters give a location.”

“Location to what?” Ianto asked.

“Uh uh, Eye Candy,” Hart replied, waving a finger. “It’s my turn. How exactly were you and Jack involved?”

“We … shagged,” he said, shrugging, trying not to feel the hurt that ran through him as he stated what his and Jack’s relationship had been. That the other man probably only saw it as.

“Location to what?” he asked, trying not to dwell on his morose thoughts.

“A diamond, an Arcadian one to be exact,” Hart replied. “It’s one of the rarest gems in the world.”

“Why would you give that up?” Ianto asked, confusion running through him. Why would someone like Hart, give up something that would bring him a lot of money. He saw Hart giving him a look and rolled his eyes, realizing that he would have to answer a question before Hart answered.

“How long were you and Jack involved?” Hart asked, voice dropping into a low murmur, as he stepped closer, his chest pushing against the hand Ianto raised to stop him.

“A couple of months before he left,” Ianto replied.

Hart snorted, nodding his head.

“That sounds like Jack,” Hart muttered. “Love ‘em and leave ‘em. Although I gotta admit, I thought it would’ve been the doe-eyed Welshwoman he’d left behind.”

Ianto shrugged, not willing to answer questions about Gwen and Jack, especially when he didn’t know what was going on there himself.

“Why would you give the diamond up?” Ianto asked.

Hart smirked at him.

“I’m starting to think I can have my cake and eat it too,” he said, eyes running down Ianto’s body.

Whatever else he was about to add was cut off by Ianto’s phone.

“This is Jones,” Ianto said, bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Jones,” Owen replied. “We’ve found the canister, we’re headed back to the Hub. How’s everything on your end?”

“Fine,” Ianto said.

“Ooh, yeah baby, you’re so fine,” Hart said, moving closer.

Ianto pushed him away, walking towards the exit.

“What the hell is going on there, Tea-boy?” Owen asked sharply.

“Nothing,” Ianto replied. “Hart was just being an idiot. We’ve found the canister too, we’re heading back.”

“Alright,” Owen said gruffly. “But watch your back, Jones. I don’t trust that man.”

Shutting the phone, Ianto turned to see Hart leaning against the wall, eyes clearly having been checking out his ass.

“Let’s go,” he said, indicating with his torch for Hart to leave.

“Oh, I thought we’d gotten past the mistrust, baby,” Hart replied petulantly.

Ianto tried not to smile as they walked out of the container and towards the car.


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A/N - The next chapter has a little Jack and Gwen in the office, and Jack's thoughts (which pretty much refute what Ianto's thinking). Just thought I'd give a heads up. As always, let me know what you thought :).

Tags: fandom: torchwood, fanfic: a different kind of kiss, pairing: jack/ianto, series: torchwood redux

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