Ianto Mine - 4/8


Author: Daniela
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Janto
Rating: PG13
Category: Angst, Romance, Humour
Series/Sequel: Yes
Summary: Intimate Fragments
Warning: Slash, M/M
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, especially Ianto. I wouldn´t mind Gareth as well.
Feedback: Is the button on the top.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Beta: badly_knitted
Released: August 2011
Word Count: 835




Although the hand on his back was trembling; Ianto remained in his place, despite the urge to get as far away as possible. Why was Jack trembling? Did he feel as unsure as Ianto, though, he had much more experience? Could it be that Ianto had hit a nerve by calling him a monster? Could it be he had ruptured the man´s shell? And what if? Why did he care anyway? He shrugged and the hand fell off. Ianto convinced himself that he was relieved, even though he felt terribly alone for no reason, because Jack kept standing close. Rashly, Ianto explained what he had found.

"That´s unfortunate," Jack concluded gloomily.

Ianto looked at him. "Sir?"

"I saw this before. Call the team in." Jack´s expression was dead serious.

Ianto reached out and touched his arm. "Is everything alright?"

Jack shook his head. "No. Nothing is alright. Nothing at all." Gently, he put his hand on Ianto´s, nuzzling the heel of Ianto´s hand with his thumb.

Ianto gulped and drew his hand back. The skin was prickling. Quickly, he fetched his mobile to call the team. This is going to be another night without having any rest. Well, I can´t sleep anyway, can I? So what´s the point of having time for resting?

The day turned out to be busy as well. Not that he had a big part in the team´s actions. They kept him in the loop. He was an outsider. After what had happened with Lisa more so than ever. He only snatched bits and pieces here and there, but anyhow, when the team finally returned to the Hub he didn´t have to ask if something terrible had happened. Jack´s expression said it all. Jack had done something unforgivable. The monster had done it again. The team left for home early without sharing a word with Ianto. Well, no surprise there. They always had treated him like he was a servant in a rich man´s house. Well, that was the occupation he had asked for back then, wasn´t it? Much too late to start complaining.

Jack fetched a cup of coffee and climbed down to his manhole.

Ianto stayed and watched the news. Eventually, he realised what must have happened today but it didn´t shock him nearly as much as Jack´s expression. He fetched a blanket and made himself comfortable on the sofa. The thought of going home never crossed his mind.

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"Ianto!"

He rushed to Jack like the good obedient boy. That´s me. The tea boy.

"Owen and I are going hunting Weevils. Look after the base."

"Yes, sir." See! Jack is not interested in me. I´m useful. That´s all.

Jack smirked. "You look strangely flushed. What were you doing?"

Well, he might want me for a quick shag maybe. "Just...cleaning up your desk," he stammered, perplexed by Jack´s insight. He had always been good at hiding his feelings, from his family, friends, lovers, and sometimes even from himself. Yeah, and I´m not interested in him, right? Not even one little bit. Strangely, he wasn´t able to hide his feelings from Jack anymore. Something between them had definitely changed.

"Keep up whatever you were doing." Jack winked at him.

Staying behind, Ianto felt himself blushing, and more than relieved that he was left all alone. Thoughtfully, he walked back to Jack´s office and there he dared to sit down in the boss´ chair. Pity, that Jack had taken the coat with him. Ianto loved the coat. Ianto loved to wrap himself up in it, sniffing Jack´s scent, rubbing himself off. God, I´m disgusting. He unzipped his pants. So what´s there to take instead? He observed the place hastily and discovered something unexpected, lying there, forgotten.

He didn´t last a minute. If anybody could see me... "I´m pathetic, bloody pathetic," he scolded himself and pulled his zipper up. Resting in Jack´s chair, he fell into a slumber, dreaming about Jack, confident Jack, kissing and touching him everywhere, until Ianto lost all of his control.

"What are you doing here?"

Ianto bolted up.

Jack was standing in front of the desk observing him with glittering eyes.

"Sorry, sir...I just rested for a bit."

"From what?"

"Ah...cleaning up your mess."

"My mess?" He eyeballed Ianto, sparkling with amusement. "It looks like you had fun, though."

Ianto realized he was all rumpled, suit and hair. "Certainly, sir."

"No marks left?" Jack ran his hand over the polished desk.

"Not at all." He hoped from the bottom of his heart that he really hadn´t left any marks.

"Pity." Jack gloated.

Ianto cleared his throat. "I-I thought you wanted to go hunting Weevils with Owen?"

"I forgot my gloves." Jack fetched them and froze. "Mmh. They smell...unique. Did you use them in the cleaning process?"

"Uh..."

Gently, Jack brushed his gloves over Ianto´s cheek. "I don´t mind. Just let me join you...eventually."

Ianto sprinted out. No. Not you. Never.

Yet Jack´s exquisite offer was chasing him and he came once more a few minutes later.


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