Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Janto (main), John/Ianto (a little)
Spoilers - 2x01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, 2x02 Sleeper
Warnings - OOC (just in case), violence
Summary - Jack tries to win back Ianto, but it won't be as easy as he thinks. Especially when Captain John Hart decides he wants the young welshman for himself. Add to that a young woman who might be a sleeper agent and people from Torchwood One being killed off, and it's going to be a long day. Sequel to 'A Different Kind of Kiss'
A/N - So not too sure about this chapter, it’s been a hectic past couple of weeks since I switched rotations and I don’t have a lot of free time. On the positive side though, this part does have some Janto and some John/Ianto, so hopefully that’ll make up for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy :D. Thanks as always to those who reviewed the last chapter, you guys really made my day :).
Walking into the Hub, Ianto ignored the stare he could feel on his back, trying to push the feelings of guilt he was having away.
He shouldn’t be feeling guilty, had no reason to and yet, he felt like he did owe Jack an explanation, something that the Captain obviously agreed with if the stony look on his face was anything to go by.
“My office, Ianto,” he growled, Ianto trying to ignore the shivers that ran up his spine at the low tone, reminding himself that Jack was angry with him and now was not the appropriate time for that reaction.
Following the man upstairs, he wasn’t surprised when Owen followed them.
“Take your shirt off.”
“Excuse me?” Ianto replied, staring at Jack’s stormy blue eyes.
“I said take your shirt off,” Jack replied, folding his arms over his chest.
Ianto mimicked him, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow back at the Captain.
“Oh, for bloody …” Owen said, walking in between them. “Stop being a prat, Jack. You’re not angry with Ianto, you’re angry with yourself for not being here and stopping the Tea Boy from getting hurt. Do us all a favour, yeah, and get over it, because you’ve no-one to blame but yourself.”
Ianto couldn’t help but be a little shocked, wondering when Owen had become so insightful.
“And you,” Owen continued, turning towards him with a determined look. “Take off your bloody shirt and show him.”
Rolling his eyes, Ianto slid his jacket off, quickly pulling off his vest and tie. His hands shook a little as he unbuttoned his shirt, feeling Jack’s gaze on him, the look warming him from the inside out when his eyes raised to meet the Captain’s, noticing the way Jack’s eyes dilated. Swallowing hard, he tried to stop the shaking of his hands.
Reminding himself that Owen was in the room, he pushed the feeling of warmth running through him aside, sliding his shirt off and turning around.
He was a little surprised when he heard Jack’s gasp, jumping a little when he felt the warm fingers run down the scar, goose bumps following there wake, as Ianto felt his breath catch.
“Alright, no touching,” Owen said, Ianto feeling when he obviously pulled Jack’s hand away, quickly sliding his shirt back on and getting dressed.
“How did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jack asked, after he had turned around, a look of hurt in his eyes.
“Should we inform you of everything that went on while you were out gallivanting with your Doctor? Leaving us in the lurch?” Owen asked, glowering at Jack.
Jack didn’t look away from Ianto’s gaze, Ianto trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, swallowing hard when Jack took a step forward.
“I think you should,” Jack answered, turning to gaze at Owen. “At least the parts where any of you were hurt.”
“Sure,” Owen said, leaning back against the wall. “But why don’t you start? Tell us about your trip, Jack.”
Ianto saw the minute Jack’s defenses slammed down, his eyes losing the spark they had had just a moment before. What ever had happened to Jack when he was away with the Doctor, it hadn’t all been enjoyable.
Before Jack could respond, Gwen and Hart walked into the room, Tosh not far behind them.
“We’ve got a lead,” Gwen said, as she sat down on the couch. “One of the neighbours said that the woman’s car is missing, that it was there this afternoon when she got home and now it’s gone.”
“The woman’s name is Beth Halloran,” Tosh added, looking down at a sheet of papers she was holding. “She’s lived there for almost ten years, grew up in Cardiff, works as a computer tech, her husband is away for work at the moment.”
“Family?” Jack asked, leaning back against the desk.
“Parents aren’t alive, no other family,” Tosh said, looking up a little apologetically.
“Friends?” Gwen asked.
“A few,” Tosh replied, flipping through the sheets. “I have their addresses.”
“Great,” Jack said, straightening up. “We’ll break off into teams; see if we can find her. Ianto will stay behind and monitor the Rift activity.”
Staring at Jack, Ianto tried to will his anger down. He wasn’t the same man he was before, had proven himself time and time again that he was useful in the field. He wasn’t about to let Jack make him the Torchwood butler again, not when Jack could monitor the Rift activity just as easily from his wrist strap.
“The more people out looking, the increased likelihood we’ll find her,” Ianto said, meeting Jack’s disapproving gaze.
“I don’t want you out there looking by yourself,” Jack replied, his eyes hardening. “Owen and Tosh will go together, Gwen and I-”
“And Hart and I,” Ianto cut in, raising a challenging eyebrow at Jack, not missing the snort of approval that came from the other Captain.
“Ianto,” Jack started, only to be cut off by Gwen.
“He’s right, Jack,” Gwen said, sending Ianto a small smile. “The more people, the more places we can look in a shorter amount of time. Ianto has proven himself to be a good field operator.”
Jack sent her a glare, before nodding, Ianto wondering if Jack would’ve agreed if it had of been someone other then Gwen arguing with him.
“Fine,” Jack said, nodding once, turning around to shuffle some papers on his desk, a clear dismissal.
“Ianto, I’d like a word,” Jack said, as everyone started to leave.
Watching the others go, Ianto tried to ignore the tightening in his chest as Jack moved closer to him, his smell surrounding him, making the defenses he had been trying to build against Jack, to stop himself from giving in to the other man so easily, come crashing down as the man stopped within his personal space.
“The scar,” Jack started quietly, his eyes searching Ianto’s. “It’s almost identical to the victims.”
Shrugging, Ianto nodded, not willing to discuss the issue further with Jack at this point.
“You should be … careful,” Jack continued, his arm twitching. “We don’t know how this is all connected. The fact that these men were from Torchwood One like you and were marked with the same cut could … she might try and hurt you.”
“It’s a recon mission, Sir,” Ianto replied, wanting to reassure the other man, realizing why he hadn’t wanted him going now. “And something tells me that Hart is the type to shoot first and ask question later. Beth is probably in more danger then me.”
Jack gave a short nod, looking down, before nodding again, his gaze when he looked up stealing Ianto’s breath.
“Ianto,” Jack said, moving closer, their bodies so close that he could feel Jack’s heat through his clothes.
Swallowing hard, Ianto held the other man’s gaze, leaning into Jack’s hand when the man cupped his cheek, his eyes almost shutting at the touch, the part of him that craved Jack’s touch making him relax.
“Have dinner with me,” Jack murmured, moving even closer. “After we’re finished tonight.”
Licking his lips, Ianto nodded, leaning closer, telling himself that it wasn’t giving in if he gave Jack just one quick kiss.
Leaning forward, he closed his eyes when his nose brushed against Jack’s, his mouth curling up in a small smile as he felt Jack’s breath against his mouth.
“Ianto?” Jack whispered, hands reaching out and grabbing his waist. “Dinner?”
“Yes,” Ianto murmured back, closing the distance-
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
Jumping at Hart’s voice, Ianto’s head whipped around, feeling slightly relieved that they had been interrupted, realizing he had been slipping back into the relationship he and Jack had had before.
“But the others were wondering if you two would be joining us soon,” Hart continued, sending a smirk Jack’s way.
“We should go, Sir,” he said, turning back to Jack, not missing the glare the Captain was sending Hart, smiling when Jack’s gaze softened as it fell back on him.
Ianto and Hart made it to the address quickly, Ianto looking around the empty street as he shut the engine to his car off, biting his lip as he looked up at the small house.
They had been sent to one of Beth’s co-workers house, Ianto having a feeling that Jack had picked the least likely place for the woman to be for him to go to.
“Well, this is exciting,” Hart said, jolting Ianto out of his contemplation.
“You never did research?” Ianto asked, glancing quickly at the Captain before turning back to the house. “Reconnaissance?”
“Sometimes,” Hart said, his voice dropping into the purr that Ianto found hard to ignore. “When the prize is worth it.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, wondering if Hart ever stopped flirting.
“So you and Jack,” Hart started, his tone nothing but polite interest. “You’re … relationship is back on?”
“No … maybe,” Ianto said, shaking his head, not really sure where he and Jack stood at the moment. He didn’t miss Hart’s snort, looking over at the other man when that was all that came.
Hart smirked at him, his hand reaching over and squeezing his thigh, slowly sliding up it.
“So … we can have some fun then, Eye Candy?” Hart murmured, the heat from his hand making shivers run up Ianto’s spine. “Nobody has to know about it.”
“I’d know,” Ianto replied huskily, clearing his throat when he heard the low tone in his voice, grabbing Hart’s wandering hand and pulling it away from his thigh.
Hart smiled at him, his fingers curling around Ianto’s and squeezing gently. Ianto felt himself staring at the look, the smile catching him off guard, like Jack’s did, Ianto having the feeling that not many people had ever seen it; a real, genuine smile.
Clearing his throat, he let go of Hart’s hand, turning to look out the windscreen again, not sure what to do with this more real version of the Captain.
“Go out with me.”
Ianto’s head snapped back to the other man, his eyes wide as he took in the sincere look on the man’s face.
“What?” he asked, wondering if he had heard the Captain correctly.
“A date,” Hart replied, his head resting on the seat, swiveling to give Ianto a heated glance, his smile turning to the normal smirk Ianto was used to. “With me.”
“I … Why?” Ianto asked, hating the confusion that was coursing through him.
“Why should you go on a date with me? Or why do I want to go on a date with you?” Hart asked, staring at him.
“Both?” he asked, tearing his eyes away from the Captain and looking back at the house.
Ianto felt like the rug had been pulled out from under his feet, as Hart’s question ran through his mind, wondering when he had fallen into some weird, parallel universe of his life.
Before Hart could reply though, Ianto’s cell phone rang, Ianto feeling slightly relieved, not sure how he would respond to Hart’s question, especially if he saw the genuine look he’d seen before.
“Jones,” he said, answering the phone.
“We’ve found her,” Tosh’s voice said through the line. “She’s headed for the abandoned warehouse on Thomas Drive.”
Ianto swallowed hard, already starting the car, worry and a little bit of fear running through him.
The same warehouse that he’d gotten his scar from.
“Ianto?” Tosh said, concern in her voice.
“We’ll meet you there,” he replied, before hanging up the phone.
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A/N – LOL. So Jack’s just too darn charming in my books and I think it would be almost impossible to resist him for long; although Ianto will try. As always let me know what you thought :D.