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AN: I am very worried about this chapter. I hope the events and reasons that happen in it will be, if not enough, then at the very least acceptable or understandable within reason. My apologies in advance to anyone who might be disappointed, enjoy and I would really like to know what you all think.

Chap 5

Jack frowns as he watches Ianto leave his office the younger man is obviously upset. Should he pursue him and offer comfort or leave him alone. After all he had tried to get away from him, that's why he had gone to the Electro. But reflecting on the time he's known Ianto he realizes that he had left the Welshman alone too many times. Whenever Jack needed comfort, when he was haunted by the daunting tasks of Torchwood, when he was shaken by being dragged back to life; Ianto had always come to him, it had never been Jack the one who seeks out Ianto. He had known he was needed and he had come. Even before they started having sex, the tea boy had been there to support him, like when Estelle had been drowned by the so called fairies, when he had to let them take little Jasmine for the sake of the world. Even when Lisa had been killed mere weeks prior,Ianto had not blamed Jack for surrendering the girl to the fairyland, and had been sympathetic and understanding. And Jack had failed to return the favor. After offing Lisa he left the distraught man to deal with guilt and grief by himself. At Brecon Beacons he had neglected a beaten half to death Ianto in favor of a emotionally shaken Gwen. But she hadn't been the one “tenderized” and almost “bled”, she hadn't seen the cannibalized bodies, she hadn't come in to work the day after with deep bruising, lingering concussion, cracked ribs and nightmares of people trying to eat him alive; Ianto did. He didn't run to Owen's bed -thank God- he didn't ask for medical help aside some standard over the counter painkillers, he had not sought comfort or refuge from this horror lingering in his mind and Jack hadn't offer neither. More recently when Gwen had stepped out to save Rhys and Jack himself hadn't lift a finger to save Ianto as he was held hostage along the Welshwoman's fiance, he hadn't even blinked twice as the man held a gun to the tea boy's head. Each and every time Jack had failed to rise to the occasion of giving some sort of support or comfort for the younger man.

It is time to stop pretending, The captain knows it will hurt him in the long run. When Ianto either grows old or has an untimely death in the line of Torchwood's duty. But Ianto has already crawled in to Jack's heart, like no one else in more then half a century's time. Steeling himself the American goes in search of his archivist. He finds Ianto sitting on the couch under Torchwood's logo, a mug of steaming coffee clutched tightly between his hands staring off into space. A second mug sits on a tray on the low table. If Ianto had meant to take it up to Jack and decided against it, or if he had known -hoped- the older man would follow, he wasn't sure but Jack decided to take it as a reluctant invitation and approaches the troubled young man.

Jack takes the mug he assumes is meant for him. He sits next to Ianto, not as close as he would've before, but close enough that it was debatable if it still was politically correct. It makes Ianto fidget, almost shudder; is he so susceptible to the 51^st century pheromones? He takes a careful sip of the hot brew, Industrial strength special he notes. It warms Jack's inside and helps him brace for what he is about to face.

“How are you Ianto?” the question gives him a sense of deja vu. The Welshman opens his mouth as if to reply then seems to think better of it, Jack thought he might not answer.

“I've been better...sir,” he finally replies evenly, adding the last part almost like and after thought.

The formal way of address makes Jack wince, but not as much as the answer itself. It is obviously the understatement of the year, but at least it's not the automatic “I'm fine,” that more often then not it's a blatant lie.

“Do you...” he clears his throat “want to talk about it?” Jack ventures.

“Not particularly,” Ianto says eyes staring ahead all the time.

“Is there anything I can do for you, anything you need?” the captain congratulates himself in managing to say this without any hint of innuendo.

“Jack you don't have to do this, what ever it is that you are trying to do,” the younger man says, placing his mug on the table, he finally turns to look at Jack.

The American seems affronted and a bit lost for words and puts his mug down as well “I'm trying to help, to show you that you don't have to do everything alone. And you are right I don't 'have' to but I 'want' to Ianto,” the last part came almost as a plea and Jack realizes that at this point in time he is not above begging. “Please Ianto let me show you that I...”

“That you what Jack, that you care?” the captain is not so surprised that Ianto could read him so easily. “I've know that all along Jack, I'm not that narrow minded,” he clarifies with a little fondness in his voice. “But what would be the point Jack? Another tumble and rumble in the sack to forget how everything is all shit and how much it hurt for five minutes, and then what? I can't do that again Jack.”

“I know Ianto, that's why I-” he tried to explain but Ianto cut him off.

“You know I understand, I know why you've kept me, everyone, at arms length. God knows I would do the same if I where you. What I can't deal with is being used as an inflatable doll with out a face that you can replace with any number of masks to suit your fancy Jack. I don't mind being just a shag. I'm not asking for a romance; but I have enough dignity and self respect left to demand that at least I'd be recognized as the damn shag,” he is agitated.

“I am so sorry I never meant it to go that far,” Jack tries to explain just to be interrupted again.

“I know you didn't,” he lest out a humorless laugh “that it did is more my fault then yours.” The ex-time agent is appalled to hear this “I should've put a stop to it before, call it off the first time it happened. But I convinced myself it be just that one time, when it kept happening I told myself it didn't matter because you've had a shittier life then anyone so who was I to deny you a few fantasies. If I could live without Lisa, surely I could live with you calling me Gwen when we fuck. I should've been okay with it, a shag is a shag. It shouldn't have been so much harder, hurt much more so. I should have...” he swallows thickly against the lump in this throat and the burning in his tearing eyes, it's the first time he voices this thoughts out loud, and to Jack of all people. “I don't know what I should've done, every time I look back I can't play out differently.”

“Ianto it is I who should've played it differently, what I'm trying to say is I want- no, I need you to give me a chance to fix things.”

“Jack I'm not broken!” came the quick snap.

Jack sighs Aren't you? is what he wants to say but he is not here to talk about the many mental issues the guy obviously has. “I know you aren't, I want to make it up to you. I treated you unjustly, I used you to fill needs I thought couldn't be fulfilled unless it was with the person who evoked those feeling in the first place. Feelings I denied I had for the longest time. I was able to pin those needs on you, because you are so malleable, so eager to please Ianto-” the younger man had listened to him quietly but at this point he tried to interrupt. “No Ianto, hear me out, please. You are the one who filled those voids, not the images I placed over you. Its that same strive to please that makes you able to know what I want and need even before I realize it myself. You always came to me; did what needed to be done, no questions asked. No one else but You, Ianto. I realize that now.”

The Welshman looks stunned in to silence. He was expecting an apology, maybe some excuses, but not the confession, that is as good a one as he was ever going to get from the 51^st century man.

Jack takes advantage that for once Ianto is lost for words and continues, “I may not be able to return your feelings in full,” he phrases this carefully Ianto has never used the 'L' word and sure as hell the captain wasn't going to say it. It would make what he is about to propose seem cruel. “But I do care for you beyond sex, which I may add is amazing,” this makes Ianto blush “You've shown me sympathy, understanding, when I needed someone to talk to, when I needed sex to make me feel alive, a joke to lighten a morose mood, a sharp remark to bring me down to earth, someone to hold or be held, you where there every time, just like when I needed to be alone you kept your distance, you respect my privacy, even my need for secrecy. And I want to return the favor, I would like the opportunity to assume the same role in your life Ianto. Even if I can't give you a romance, let me makes thing right by you in what ever measure I can.”

Jack has placed his cards on the table, this is as much as he can offer. He watches Ianto slowly process what has been revealed, what is being proposed, the tea boy looks close to tears. The immortal holds his breath; all the while hopping against hope that he can do this right and regain some measure of favor with the archivist and not frighten him further away if that's even possible. Jack is startled, but pleased when Ianto responds by pressing his lips to Jack's in a deep kiss. The captain waists no time in cupping the back of the Welshman's head with one hand and the gentle jawline with the other. Ianto's hands respond in kind, one tangles in Jack's dark hair the other pulls on the braces as he leans back on the couch, bringing the older man's body to rest atop his. As much as he is enjoin the contact Jack breaks the kiss, they are both panting.

“Ianto you don't have to do this if you don't want to, I sought you out because I can see this case stirred something in you in a personal level. If you want to talk-” Jack tried to clarify but Ianto shook his head.

“Talking has never gotten us nowhere Jack, only to misunderstandings; but this-” he presses their lips together for a moment. “-and this.” He grinds their semi hard-on against each others and Jack can't help to moan. “we've always been able to understand.”

Jack looks crest fallen “But I want it to be more-”

“More then just sex, I know.” Ianto finishes for him. “But this time I can't talk about it without making you feel more guilt. I've had enough of the past shitting on my present to last me several lifetimes. Please Jack, lets not dwell on it, what's done is done; I want to focus in the present and maybe even dare to hope for a future. I'm not rejecting your efforts of comfort, but tonight this-” the pad of his fingers cares the captain's thin lips “- is all the comfort I need,” he says sincerely and then rolling his eyes at his own sappiness he reaches a hand between their bodies and Jack's legs squeezing the sizable package there. “This wouldn't hurt either,” he comments with a coy grin.

It makes Jack both tingle and laugh “Oh?” it's the only reply he can come up with.

“Yep, in fact it would help-” he nips and nibbles at Jack's lips teasingly “-a lot.”

“I can most definitely do that.” his deep voice drops to a husk that makes Ianto's spine tingle.

“I wouldn't ask it of anyone else,” Ianto replies truthfully and seals their lips in a passionate kiss.

Jack soon decides to move them to his little bunk under the office and spare Tosh having to edit the CCTV footage aside from some heavy pawing. Jack wants to take his time, make things slow to drive home not only with words but with actions that things between them will change. That he will be, dare he say it faithful, definitely more aware of Ianto's needs, more mindful of his feelings. But Ianto seems to have other plans in mind. He claims to be touched by the sentiment, but that right now he wish not to dwell on any of that. He simply wants to forget even his name and he knows Jack can do that. So tonight will be simply about releasing pent up libido and frustration. Still Jack focuses all his attention on his bed partner. He kisses and caresses every hot spot he knows in the pale body. His touch is passionate, firm but undemanding. He makes it a point to pay extra attention to the engorged cock, that he ignored so many times before. To look in to the blue eyes as he breached into the supine, willing body under him. To make the young man writhe with pleasure, to concentrate on his heavily accented cries of passion, to voice that his own pleasure came from none other than the younger man himself. “God Yan, so good!” and “fucking tight, you're so hot Yan!” are the counter part to the Welshman's “fuck more, deeper!” and “please Jack, don't stop, harder!” are the sounds that fill the manhole, along with groans, moans and grunts, and the wet slapping of sweat drenched flesh against flesh. And most of all Jack makes sure to inject as much meaning as he possibly can into two syllables as he calls Ianto's name in his climax.

Laying with his head pillowed on Jacks chest, Ianto's body feels languid, sated and deliciously sore, his mind however is turning in on itself so much, becoming so twisted that he could meet himself around a corner. Now that the libido and sexual tension had been dealt with -and damn if he wasn't a sucker for 51^st century pheromones- Ianto is beginning to question what he just agreed to. But he had been so desperate, so in need of that physical contact, that could remove that heavy cloud of dark feelings from his thoughts. He had been spiraling down in to the same lonesome pit he threw himself in after Lisa's death and he couldn't stand the thought of going trough that again. But this time it was different, he had made his stance, he wouldn't allow it to happen again, Jack promised. He hadn't been rash, had he? He can tell Jack had noticed his nervous twitching and its not a second too late before the older man can say anything about it, Ianto makes a run for it “Coffee?” he asks and is out of bed and manhole before giving Jack the opportunity to answer. He needs to gather his tumbling thoughts if only for a moment. To convince himself he had done the right thing, that he doesn't regret it, which he really doesn't, he just needs to let it sink in, but if his subconscious is a bit paranoid and mistrusting who can blame him.

After two rounds of earth-shattering sex Jack is surprised Ianto still has energy to make coffee. Jack watches him as he moves around and about -admittedly sluggishly due to their earlier exertions- in the art of brewing, if Ianto hadn't become involved in Torchwood one he probably would've been a professional Barista, maybe even have his own coffeehouse. The 51^st century man sighs and indulges in the warm feeling that has taken hold of him since they started kissing on the couch. He feels so incredibly sated, not only physically; but emotionally. He doesn't remember enjoying a shag so much in a long time. He had been entirely aware and in sync with the younger man. And nothing gave him so complete satisfaction like the thrill of reducing the world of his...bed partner? Lover? -he isn't entirely comfortable with the later, but they are much more then the former- to nothing other then the pleasure he is providing. To have both stroked; his cock by the tight passage inside the Welshman and his ego by the passionate reactions he coaxed out of his body and lips. The ex-time agent for the first time in a long time feels at peace with the world and himself. But how about Ianto, is the tea boy just as content as the pseudo American. Jack regards Ianto attentively, his posture is relaxed, his libido sated for the moment, but the older man can tell that the archivist mind is not as peaceful in post-coital bliss as Jack's is. Ianto seems guarded, apprehensive even, Jack guesses that he is probably questioning his sanity for falling into the immortal's bed again and probably into the same old routine. Jack doesn't blame him, Ianto will doubt the sincerity of Jack's proposal and the captains ability to abide by it, but its up to Jack to prove to him his intentions are true. It won't be easy he still has a lot of groveling and charming to do. Even when sorry seems to be the hardest word Jack has managed to salvage what might be one of the most important relationships in what will be his long life. Ianto comes carrying two mugs and hands one to the captain as he sips his own, Industrial Strength special with whipped topping and a dash of caramel. Yeah we'll be okay, Jack thinks as he savors the hot beverage and it strikes him before when he visualized Ianto and himself it was not as we; until now.

AN: probably just one more chapter left, two if it becomes too long. Also if anyone is interested there are two song tittles at the end of this chapter one for Jack and one for Ianto to cover both theit views in the prior chapter.
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