Fic: Revenge Is Such A Dirty Word (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Revenge Is Such A Dirty Word
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Revenge is such a dirty word... but Jack always cheats, doesn't he?
Word Count: 2500
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Prompt: by evalentine99: blow job, prime ministers call, gun range, captain’s revenge; from her fantastic story, Broken Dreams which is amazing and you should read it now.
There were certain inanities that Jack despised about his running Torchwood, and having to answer to a pompous, trumped up, publicly elected ignoramus was one of the inanities he hated. Especially when they were just given the job, and had yet to be briefed by Her Majesty. Jack had a lot of time for Her Royal Highness, or Lizzie, as he called her in their private conversations. You tend to garner one's respect when you save their lives from alien invasion. Besides, Lizzie had her head screwed on right - despite what people thought when it came to the whole kids and in-laws thing. Families, always a touchy conversation - and one Jack tried to stay away from, aside from asking how Phil and the kids were in the usual polite way.
Blair was fine. He was straight to the point, no nonsense. Lizzie told him there were aliens, a rift in time and space over Cardiff, and he spluttered his cup of tea, mopped it up with a napkin, and asked who was monitoring it. Enter Captain Jack. Harkness, not Sparrow, thank you. Blair gave Jack whatever he needed to run Torchwood the way he wanted or needed it to be run. Especially after he saved his wife and children from the Kela that wanted to make their nest in Number 10, Downing Street.
But this David Cameron MP was driving him up the proverbial wall.
Jack was sitting in his chair at his desk, staring at the computer screen at the figures that the PM was demanding he explain, trying to work out why they didn't match the ones that the PM was blathering on about when Ianto walked in with a steaming cup of his coffee.
Jack covered the mouthpiece of his phone. “Tell me that has vodka in it.”
“Sorry to disappoint, sir. Just caffeine,” Ianto returned, a sympathetic look on his face.
“He's going on about something, I don't even know what he's talking about!” Jack looked up pathetically.
Ianto waved at him to hand over the phone, which he did. Ianto listened for a moment and then handed the phone back. “He's blathering about the expenditure figures for two years ago. You're on the wrong financial year, that's why they don't match up.” Ianto came around the desk and tapped a few keys, then pointed at the screen. “There.”
“Oh.” He looked back up at Ianto. “Thanks.”
“Not at all, sir.” Ianto smiled his tiny smile of pleasure for Jack. He sat down on the edge of the desk. Jack smiled at him, before leaning back in the chair and paying attention to the call again.
“No sir... they were required to replace the the ammunition used when-... well I think Her Majesty would disagree with you there considering in that particular case the family in danger was the Prince of Wales, sir...”
Ianto smirked, and pushed off the desk, then knelt on the ground in front of Jack. His nimble fingers found Jack's belt and quickly and quietly unfastened it. Jack looked at him, questioningly, but Ianto smiled and shook his head. He unbuttoned Jack's pants and pulled down the zipper, pulling Jack's cock out.
Jack's mouth fell open. “Uh... No sir, I don't think, uh, that-that there will be another Kela invasion in Lon-London,” Jack stammered as Ianto took Jack's flaccid cock and sucked it into his mouth. “Mmmhmmm,” Jack murmured his agreement, to what he didn't know, but Ianto was twisting his tongue around Jack's cock, causing it to quickly thicken and lengthen as the blood drained from the rest of his body and flooded straight into the organ in Ianto's mouth, which he was sucking like it was the world's most tasty candy cane. “Oh yeah,” Jack moaned, as Ianto licked up the underside of his cock and then wrapped his mouth around the head to suck hard on the tip, flattening his tongue against Jack's slit. “Oh, no, sir! No, it's not, I mean... yes, but-” Jack cut off as Ianto deep throated him and swallowed around his cock. Jack thrust his hips up, unable to stop himself. “Sorry,” he muttered. “No, wait, what? Oh, yes, no... I... yes... no we need those...” Ianto pulled back and sucked hard as he did, then deep throated Jack again, swallowed and pulled back up, sucking hard. He repeated the action over and over, and Jack couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips. “I need... I …. I'm sorry sir, I have to go! Rift alarm, aliens, invasion, something important! OH GOD!” Jack hit end on the phone and threw it across the room as Ianto deep throated him one last time and Jack spilled down his throat.
Ianto, ever the perfectionist, licked up every drop of cum from Jack's cock before tucking him back into his pants.
“I can't believe you did that,” Jack panted, looking at him from under lidded eyes.
Ianto smiled and patted his stomach before pushing off his knees with a groan. “You always complain these phone calls are boring, Jack. I was just... livening it up for you.”
“Hey, I wasn't complaining, but you realise I just came while on the phone with the Prime Minister! There will be revenge for this.”
Ianto smirked. “You know what they say,” he said as he checked his pants for dust and dirt before turning to leave.
“What's that?” Jack asked, reaching for his coffee.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold,” Ianto told him, and walked out of Jack's office with a satisfied grin.
Jack watched him leave as he drank his coffee. Ianto was right. He would bide his time to get him back, when he least expected it.
~*~
“Ianto!” Jack called out as he jogged down the stairs from his office to the workstations where his team usually were found. “Anyone seen Ianto?” Jack asked.
Gwen looked over her shoulder from her computer where she was researching wedding dresses. “Nope. Not since lunch.”
“Tosh?” Jack asked, raising his chin.
“Sorry Jack. Try the archives?” Tosh didn't even look away from whatever programming she was typing into the computer.
“Owen?”
“No idea, boss.” Owen was tossing an eight ball up and down. “Though now I think about it, a coffee wouldn't go astray.”
Jack checked his watch. It was after five. “Actually, it's pretty quiet. If there's nothing predicted for the rift tonight, you can all go home.”
“Really?” Gwen lit up. “Thanks Jack!” she said, turning her computer off and picking up her belongings.
Jack watched everyone leave before wandering through the Hub to find his elusive lover. He found him in the last place he expected. The firing range in the basement.
Standing in the doorway, Jack took in his lover. Black shiny dress shoes, black wool blend pinstripe pants, and his favourite deep blood red dress shirt. The sleeves had been rolled up to just below his elbow, so he must have been down here for a while. He'd taken his jacket off. It was laying neatly on the table behind him.
Jack walked in behind him and watched as Ianto practiced on the targets down the range. He was getting better. His accuracy was nearing 95%.
Now he needed to see how he did under distraction.
Jack smiled.
Ianto was right, revenge was a dish best served cold.
He walked in silently and moved to stand behind Ianto. Ianto's next shot missed the target completely.
“Keep your eye on where you're aiming,” Jack advised softly into his ear, his warm breath on Ianto's skin making him shiver. Jack's hands found his slender hips, and tugged on his shirt to pull it out of his pants. “Shoot the target, Ianto.”
Ianto tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.
“Loosen your grip,” Jack instructed. “Hold it too tight, and you'll lose control.”
Ianto's breath hitched as Jack's fingers started to undo his buttons from behind.
“Breathe.”
Ianto closed his eyes, breathed in and out and opened them again, then fired. Perfectly on target.
“That's good, do it again.”
Jack's fingers trailed over Ianto's skin now that his shirt was partially undone, his tie tickling his belly, distracting him. Ianto centred himself and fired again. He was a little off centre.
“You'll have to do better than that,” Jack commented, and reached for his belt. “C'mon. I know you can do it. Again. Concentrate.”
“Can't,” Ianto whispered, closing his eyes and leaning back against Jack.
“Yes, you can. C'mon.”
“No, not with you like this.”
Jack smiled. “Ianto. You can do this.” He unbuttoned his pants and pushed the zipper down but didn't put his hands in his pants. “Hit the same hole as the first shot you took and I'll hold your cock.”
Ianto whimpered. “Jack.”
“You can do it,” Jack stuck his tongue out to lick up the shell of Ianto's ear. “For me.”
Ianto dragged in a harsh breath and straightened up. He closed his eyes and breathed out, then in and out again. Jack pressed himself against Ianto's back, allowing him to feel his hard cock against Ianto's arse.
Ianto groaned. “You always cheat. This is your revenge isn't it? For the call with the PM?”
“Revenge is such a dirty word... but yes,” Jack told him. “Take the shot.” Jack had his hand poised at the top of Ianto's underwear, confident that he would make it.
Ianto took aim, breathed in again, closed his eyes. When he opened them, he breathed out and fired. He hit the target exactly where he wanted to, and Jack's hand slid down to grasp him. He closed his eyes and moaned as his lover's fingers enclosed around him.
Jack pushed Ianto's pants down lower with his free hand before cupping his balls, rolling them gently.
“Five head shots. Go,” Jack ordered, tugging on his cock and taking Ianto's lobe between his teeth to bite on it lightly, before sucking it.
Ianto groaned. “I-I can't. Jack,” he moaned, thrusting his hips.
“Make the shots, and I'll bend you over the table and fuck you,” Jack promised, pressing a kiss behind Ianto's ear. “Now shoot the fucking target.”
Ianto dragged in air like his life depended on it. He raised his arm to take aim, and breathed in. Jack pressed his thumb against Ianto's slit, but Ianto for once didn't flinch. He breathed out and took five quick shots on the target.
“Please... please tell me I hit them,” Ianto begged, flicking the safety on and tossing the gun to the floor.
Jack spun him around to the table behind them and pushed the weaponry laid out on it out of the way, before pressing his lover down onto it. He felt into his pocket for the lube he stashed in there before he went looking for Ianto, and pulled it out, leaving it on the table while he stripped off his shirts and undid his pants, only to pushed them down to his knees. Jack then grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers. He immediately thrust two inside his lover, who had canted his hips out.
“Oh fuck, yes, Jack!” Ianto thrust back. “I don't need much. Please!”
“You'll take what I want you to take, understood?”
“Yes, sir!” Ianto hung his head, and shuddered as Jack crooked his fingers, pressing on that spot inside that sent lights shattering through Ianto's eyes and made him weak at the knees. “Fuck!”
“We will,” Jack promised, slicking up his cock. He lined himself up and grabbed Ianto's hips, pulling his lover back onto his cock. Their mutual groans echoed off the walls of the firing range. There was no time for slow and steady. Jack waited long enough for Ianto to indicate for him to move before he started to pound into him with everything he had. It was hard and fast. Sweat beaded and glistened on both of them. Jack pushed Ianto's shirt out of the way so he could kiss over his back, licking the salty skin and sucking on it. Jack angled his thrusts to hit on Ianto's prostrate and knew the moment he did went Ianto's words became sounds, unintelligent and the sexiest noises Jack had ever heard.
He reached around to tug on Ianto's cock.
“FUCK!” Ianto came all over the table in front of him before collapsing onto it.
Jack followed him, the tightness that Ianto's arse gripped him as he orgasmed too much, and Jack pumped his own release into Ianto before landing onto his lover's back. He at least thought to brace himself with his hands. They panted as they came down from their mutual high.
“You okay?” Jack asked, pushing himself up and pulling out. He slid a hand up and down Ianto's back soothingly, enjoying the way his hand slipped through sweat on his skin. Ianto nodded. “You sure?”
“Yep.”
Jack picked up his dress shirt and used it to clean them up. “You're improving,” he said casually. Ianto lifted an eyebrow. “Your marksmanship.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
Jack smiled, “You're welcome.”
“I could have done without the distraction though,” Ianto added wryly.
“You never know when you have to shoot while distracted, Ianto,” Jack told him, as he fastened his pants and leaned against the table.
“Yes, Jack. The next time I get groped by a weevil while hunting, I'll be able to take perfect aim,” he said sarcastically.
Jack laughed. “Anyone else does that to you, and I'll shoot them,” he said as he watched Ianto straighten his clothing.
“Will you, now?” Ianto asked, not looking at Jack.
“Damn straight,” Jack said, standing up and moving into Ianto's personal space to straighten his tie. “You're mine. I don't share. I might flirt outrageously, Ianto, but I don't share.”
“What about kissing?” Ianto asked, frowning.
“Depends,” Jack sighed. “Some alien races negotiate by kissing. It's kind of hard to say 'no kissing others' in our line of work. But I can rule out sex with anyone else. If you're okay with that?” Ianto nodded. “Okay. Good.” He paused. “Uh, that goes for you too, right?”
Ianto smiled. “Yes, Jack. There's no one else.”
Jack grinned. “Okay. Good. I knew that.” He kissed Ianto, sweeping his tongue inside. “C'mon, let's get some dinner. I'm starving.”
“I wonder why?” Ianto mused, smiling as he helped Jack put away the weaponry before following his lover out the door and up into the Hub to order some take-out for dinner.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Revenge is such a dirty word... but Jack always cheats, doesn't he?
Word Count: 2500
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Prompt: by evalentine99: blow job, prime ministers call, gun range, captain’s revenge; from her fantastic story, Broken Dreams which is amazing and you should read it now.
There were certain inanities that Jack despised about his running Torchwood, and having to answer to a pompous, trumped up, publicly elected ignoramus was one of the inanities he hated. Especially when they were just given the job, and had yet to be briefed by Her Majesty. Jack had a lot of time for Her Royal Highness, or Lizzie, as he called her in their private conversations. You tend to garner one's respect when you save their lives from alien invasion. Besides, Lizzie had her head screwed on right - despite what people thought when it came to the whole kids and in-laws thing. Families, always a touchy conversation - and one Jack tried to stay away from, aside from asking how Phil and the kids were in the usual polite way.
Blair was fine. He was straight to the point, no nonsense. Lizzie told him there were aliens, a rift in time and space over Cardiff, and he spluttered his cup of tea, mopped it up with a napkin, and asked who was monitoring it. Enter Captain Jack. Harkness, not Sparrow, thank you. Blair gave Jack whatever he needed to run Torchwood the way he wanted or needed it to be run. Especially after he saved his wife and children from the Kela that wanted to make their nest in Number 10, Downing Street.
But this David Cameron MP was driving him up the proverbial wall.
Jack was sitting in his chair at his desk, staring at the computer screen at the figures that the PM was demanding he explain, trying to work out why they didn't match the ones that the PM was blathering on about when Ianto walked in with a steaming cup of his coffee.
Jack covered the mouthpiece of his phone. “Tell me that has vodka in it.”
“Sorry to disappoint, sir. Just caffeine,” Ianto returned, a sympathetic look on his face.
“He's going on about something, I don't even know what he's talking about!” Jack looked up pathetically.
Ianto waved at him to hand over the phone, which he did. Ianto listened for a moment and then handed the phone back. “He's blathering about the expenditure figures for two years ago. You're on the wrong financial year, that's why they don't match up.” Ianto came around the desk and tapped a few keys, then pointed at the screen. “There.”
“Oh.” He looked back up at Ianto. “Thanks.”
“Not at all, sir.” Ianto smiled his tiny smile of pleasure for Jack. He sat down on the edge of the desk. Jack smiled at him, before leaning back in the chair and paying attention to the call again.
“No sir... they were required to replace the the ammunition used when-... well I think Her Majesty would disagree with you there considering in that particular case the family in danger was the Prince of Wales, sir...”
Ianto smirked, and pushed off the desk, then knelt on the ground in front of Jack. His nimble fingers found Jack's belt and quickly and quietly unfastened it. Jack looked at him, questioningly, but Ianto smiled and shook his head. He unbuttoned Jack's pants and pulled down the zipper, pulling Jack's cock out.
Jack's mouth fell open. “Uh... No sir, I don't think, uh, that-that there will be another Kela invasion in Lon-London,” Jack stammered as Ianto took Jack's flaccid cock and sucked it into his mouth. “Mmmhmmm,” Jack murmured his agreement, to what he didn't know, but Ianto was twisting his tongue around Jack's cock, causing it to quickly thicken and lengthen as the blood drained from the rest of his body and flooded straight into the organ in Ianto's mouth, which he was sucking like it was the world's most tasty candy cane. “Oh yeah,” Jack moaned, as Ianto licked up the underside of his cock and then wrapped his mouth around the head to suck hard on the tip, flattening his tongue against Jack's slit. “Oh, no, sir! No, it's not, I mean... yes, but-” Jack cut off as Ianto deep throated him and swallowed around his cock. Jack thrust his hips up, unable to stop himself. “Sorry,” he muttered. “No, wait, what? Oh, yes, no... I... yes... no we need those...” Ianto pulled back and sucked hard as he did, then deep throated Jack again, swallowed and pulled back up, sucking hard. He repeated the action over and over, and Jack couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips. “I need... I …. I'm sorry sir, I have to go! Rift alarm, aliens, invasion, something important! OH GOD!” Jack hit end on the phone and threw it across the room as Ianto deep throated him one last time and Jack spilled down his throat.
Ianto, ever the perfectionist, licked up every drop of cum from Jack's cock before tucking him back into his pants.
“I can't believe you did that,” Jack panted, looking at him from under lidded eyes.
Ianto smiled and patted his stomach before pushing off his knees with a groan. “You always complain these phone calls are boring, Jack. I was just... livening it up for you.”
“Hey, I wasn't complaining, but you realise I just came while on the phone with the Prime Minister! There will be revenge for this.”
Ianto smirked. “You know what they say,” he said as he checked his pants for dust and dirt before turning to leave.
“What's that?” Jack asked, reaching for his coffee.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold,” Ianto told him, and walked out of Jack's office with a satisfied grin.
Jack watched him leave as he drank his coffee. Ianto was right. He would bide his time to get him back, when he least expected it.
~*~
“Ianto!” Jack called out as he jogged down the stairs from his office to the workstations where his team usually were found. “Anyone seen Ianto?” Jack asked.
Gwen looked over her shoulder from her computer where she was researching wedding dresses. “Nope. Not since lunch.”
“Tosh?” Jack asked, raising his chin.
“Sorry Jack. Try the archives?” Tosh didn't even look away from whatever programming she was typing into the computer.
“Owen?”
“No idea, boss.” Owen was tossing an eight ball up and down. “Though now I think about it, a coffee wouldn't go astray.”
Jack checked his watch. It was after five. “Actually, it's pretty quiet. If there's nothing predicted for the rift tonight, you can all go home.”
“Really?” Gwen lit up. “Thanks Jack!” she said, turning her computer off and picking up her belongings.
Jack watched everyone leave before wandering through the Hub to find his elusive lover. He found him in the last place he expected. The firing range in the basement.
Standing in the doorway, Jack took in his lover. Black shiny dress shoes, black wool blend pinstripe pants, and his favourite deep blood red dress shirt. The sleeves had been rolled up to just below his elbow, so he must have been down here for a while. He'd taken his jacket off. It was laying neatly on the table behind him.
Jack walked in behind him and watched as Ianto practiced on the targets down the range. He was getting better. His accuracy was nearing 95%.
Now he needed to see how he did under distraction.
Jack smiled.
Ianto was right, revenge was a dish best served cold.
He walked in silently and moved to stand behind Ianto. Ianto's next shot missed the target completely.
“Keep your eye on where you're aiming,” Jack advised softly into his ear, his warm breath on Ianto's skin making him shiver. Jack's hands found his slender hips, and tugged on his shirt to pull it out of his pants. “Shoot the target, Ianto.”
Ianto tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.
“Loosen your grip,” Jack instructed. “Hold it too tight, and you'll lose control.”
Ianto's breath hitched as Jack's fingers started to undo his buttons from behind.
“Breathe.”
Ianto closed his eyes, breathed in and out and opened them again, then fired. Perfectly on target.
“That's good, do it again.”
Jack's fingers trailed over Ianto's skin now that his shirt was partially undone, his tie tickling his belly, distracting him. Ianto centred himself and fired again. He was a little off centre.
“You'll have to do better than that,” Jack commented, and reached for his belt. “C'mon. I know you can do it. Again. Concentrate.”
“Can't,” Ianto whispered, closing his eyes and leaning back against Jack.
“Yes, you can. C'mon.”
“No, not with you like this.”
Jack smiled. “Ianto. You can do this.” He unbuttoned his pants and pushed the zipper down but didn't put his hands in his pants. “Hit the same hole as the first shot you took and I'll hold your cock.”
Ianto whimpered. “Jack.”
“You can do it,” Jack stuck his tongue out to lick up the shell of Ianto's ear. “For me.”
Ianto dragged in a harsh breath and straightened up. He closed his eyes and breathed out, then in and out again. Jack pressed himself against Ianto's back, allowing him to feel his hard cock against Ianto's arse.
Ianto groaned. “You always cheat. This is your revenge isn't it? For the call with the PM?”
“Revenge is such a dirty word... but yes,” Jack told him. “Take the shot.” Jack had his hand poised at the top of Ianto's underwear, confident that he would make it.
Ianto took aim, breathed in again, closed his eyes. When he opened them, he breathed out and fired. He hit the target exactly where he wanted to, and Jack's hand slid down to grasp him. He closed his eyes and moaned as his lover's fingers enclosed around him.
Jack pushed Ianto's pants down lower with his free hand before cupping his balls, rolling them gently.
“Five head shots. Go,” Jack ordered, tugging on his cock and taking Ianto's lobe between his teeth to bite on it lightly, before sucking it.
Ianto groaned. “I-I can't. Jack,” he moaned, thrusting his hips.
“Make the shots, and I'll bend you over the table and fuck you,” Jack promised, pressing a kiss behind Ianto's ear. “Now shoot the fucking target.”
Ianto dragged in air like his life depended on it. He raised his arm to take aim, and breathed in. Jack pressed his thumb against Ianto's slit, but Ianto for once didn't flinch. He breathed out and took five quick shots on the target.
“Please... please tell me I hit them,” Ianto begged, flicking the safety on and tossing the gun to the floor.
Jack spun him around to the table behind them and pushed the weaponry laid out on it out of the way, before pressing his lover down onto it. He felt into his pocket for the lube he stashed in there before he went looking for Ianto, and pulled it out, leaving it on the table while he stripped off his shirts and undid his pants, only to pushed them down to his knees. Jack then grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers. He immediately thrust two inside his lover, who had canted his hips out.
“Oh fuck, yes, Jack!” Ianto thrust back. “I don't need much. Please!”
“You'll take what I want you to take, understood?”
“Yes, sir!” Ianto hung his head, and shuddered as Jack crooked his fingers, pressing on that spot inside that sent lights shattering through Ianto's eyes and made him weak at the knees. “Fuck!”
“We will,” Jack promised, slicking up his cock. He lined himself up and grabbed Ianto's hips, pulling his lover back onto his cock. Their mutual groans echoed off the walls of the firing range. There was no time for slow and steady. Jack waited long enough for Ianto to indicate for him to move before he started to pound into him with everything he had. It was hard and fast. Sweat beaded and glistened on both of them. Jack pushed Ianto's shirt out of the way so he could kiss over his back, licking the salty skin and sucking on it. Jack angled his thrusts to hit on Ianto's prostrate and knew the moment he did went Ianto's words became sounds, unintelligent and the sexiest noises Jack had ever heard.
He reached around to tug on Ianto's cock.
“FUCK!” Ianto came all over the table in front of him before collapsing onto it.
Jack followed him, the tightness that Ianto's arse gripped him as he orgasmed too much, and Jack pumped his own release into Ianto before landing onto his lover's back. He at least thought to brace himself with his hands. They panted as they came down from their mutual high.
“You okay?” Jack asked, pushing himself up and pulling out. He slid a hand up and down Ianto's back soothingly, enjoying the way his hand slipped through sweat on his skin. Ianto nodded. “You sure?”
“Yep.”
Jack picked up his dress shirt and used it to clean them up. “You're improving,” he said casually. Ianto lifted an eyebrow. “Your marksmanship.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
Jack smiled, “You're welcome.”
“I could have done without the distraction though,” Ianto added wryly.
“You never know when you have to shoot while distracted, Ianto,” Jack told him, as he fastened his pants and leaned against the table.
“Yes, Jack. The next time I get groped by a weevil while hunting, I'll be able to take perfect aim,” he said sarcastically.
Jack laughed. “Anyone else does that to you, and I'll shoot them,” he said as he watched Ianto straighten his clothing.
“Will you, now?” Ianto asked, not looking at Jack.
“Damn straight,” Jack said, standing up and moving into Ianto's personal space to straighten his tie. “You're mine. I don't share. I might flirt outrageously, Ianto, but I don't share.”
“What about kissing?” Ianto asked, frowning.
“Depends,” Jack sighed. “Some alien races negotiate by kissing. It's kind of hard to say 'no kissing others' in our line of work. But I can rule out sex with anyone else. If you're okay with that?” Ianto nodded. “Okay. Good.” He paused. “Uh, that goes for you too, right?”
Ianto smiled. “Yes, Jack. There's no one else.”
Jack grinned. “Okay. Good. I knew that.” He kissed Ianto, sweeping his tongue inside. “C'mon, let's get some dinner. I'm starving.”
“I wonder why?” Ianto mused, smiling as he helped Jack put away the weaponry before following his lover out the door and up into the Hub to order some take-out for dinner.