Author's Note: Okay! Erm, I don't really know how to explain this one *laughs* It started out as a parady but I found it too hard to write (*sellout*) so I turned it semi-serious and well... this is it! It's only 4 parts long (although part 4 is pure NC-17 Smut.) But I hope you like it :) Love, Kal x

Disclaimer: I don't own Jack or Ianto. If I did, I wouldn't be writing about them.

Summary: Ianto gets attacked by a hooded alien with unexpected consequences.

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Part One

"What the hell?" Ianto stared at his exposed skin as it glistened like a million diamonds placed side by side. He turned his perfectly sculpted hands over, staring at the light which bounced and danced across his skin. I could only watch in mysterious awe as my beautiful partner shone like the angel he is. He stood in the middle of the Roald Dahl Plass, glittering and sparkly like the burning of a thousand stars across the Milky Way. I was afraid to touch him and yet drawn irresistibly to it. I found my body walking forward without my permission, my hand reaching out to touch his. I wanted to know what he felt like.

"Jack?" Ianto questioned as my hand hovered over his as I build the courage to make the connection. I looked up and met his soul penetrating gaze.

"Yes, my love?" I whispered, feeling my immortal soul offer itself to this beautiful sculpture of a man.

Ianto gave me a strange look but shrugged it off before asking, "what's happened to me? I wasn't sparkling this morning."

Oh, he was exquisite. I touched his hand and the light danced off my skin like a million tiny fireworks all exploding at once. "I don't know," I murmured, stroking his shining skin with the softest of touches. It was magic. Ianto was my beautiful warlock. There was no other explanation...

"Jack?"

A voice shook Jack awake and he blinked in the morning light of Ianto's bedroom. He groaned and pulled the quilt cover over his head.

"Jack!"

"What?" Jack's voice was muffled by the quilt. He didn't want to get up. He grinned as he heard Ianto swearing in Welsh. He heard footsteps leave the room and was too wrapped up in the process of mentally celebrating his win to hear the footsteps return. Suddenly the quilt was yanked off him and a cup of ice cold water poured over his head. He yelled and sat up. "What!" he repeated, wiping the water off his skin and scowling at his lover.

"You're late," Ianto smirked then scarpered from the room before Jack could flick droplets of water at him. He stopped in his kitchen just as his coffee machine was ready. He poured Jack his signature drink and went back to the bedroom, hoping Jack was up. If he wasn't he was about to have another drink poured over him. Ianto could be quite the ruthless lover when he wanted to be.

He was. Jack was sat on the edge of the bed, pouting at Ianto in the most adorable way, droplets of water making tracks down his temples from his wet hair. The Welshman couldn't resist kissing the puckered lips as he placed the steaming mug on the bedside table. He smiled at Jack sniffed the enticing aroma and stepped back, giving Jack room to pick up the mug and inhaled its steam with a happy sigh. Ianto's smiled widened. There was nothing he loved more than making Jack happy. It wasn't often they got to wake up together in a relaxed manner outside of the Hub. So it was nice to make the most of it, including the gentle teasing.

He wouldn't have put Jack down for someone who likes lie-ins, knowing from experience that Jack rarely slept more than a handful of hours a night. But Jack had once admitted, in a moment of relaxed honesty after a rather steamy love-making session, that it wasn't the lie-ins so much he enjoyed, but the warmth of Ianto's bed, the safe feeling he got when he was wrapped up in the seats, the scent of his lover enveloping him. So why would he want to leave that space?

"How's your neck?" Jack asked after sipping the coffee.

Ianto reflexively reached up to touch the small bandage which was hiding a bruised wound on his skin on the right side of his neck, just under his ear. The night before he and Jack had been walking back to Ianto's flat after a quiet day in the Hub. Gwen had offered to babysit the Hub, giving them a night out of Jack's office and bunker. She had practically shoo'd them out.

Half way to the flat, something leapt out of the shadows without warning. Its face was well hidden by a large hood. It leapt on them before either man had a chance to react. Or, to be more specific, leapt on Ianto. It had bitten Ianto's neck, breaking through the skin easily and drawing an alarming looking amount of blood before Jack booted it off and aimed a gun at it. It snarled from under the hood as it picked itself up off the ground. It reached for Ianto once more, who was looking dazed and leaning against a nearby wall. It never got there. Jack fired and it had slumped to the floor in a pool of black blood.

After confirming Ianto's wound was worse than it looked and swearing about not having the SUV with them, they had dragged the body back to Torchwood where Jack used the medical supplies in the autopsy room to tend to Ianto's wound, ignoring Gwen's anxious hovering in the background. It was deeper than it had first seemed but the bleeding had slowed so Jack cleaned it up and carefully applying a bandage. Ianto insisted he didn't need to go to hospital and Jack equally insisted that they took the SUV to the flat.

Ianto pressed his fingers against the bandage and winced. "Tender," he said. "But I'm sure I'll live."

"Mmm I think I should be the judge of that. Come here," Jack grinned. He replaced his mug on the bedside table before pulling his lover towards him until Ianto was standing in between Jack's open legs. His dressing gown slipped open, revealing he was stark naked underneath it. "You smell like coffee."

"You're an addict," teased Ianto, trying not to react to the rising desire clear in Jack's eyes. But being naked and having an open dressed gown sort of put a stop to any pretending.

"I can't help it," Jack pulled Ianto down, "it's what you do to me." They kissed, long and deep until a moan rumbled from Ianto's throat. Jack slid his hands around Ianto's under the dressing down and pulled him further forward so Ianto was sitting on Jack's lap with his legs wrapped around his waist. It was Jack's turn to moan when he felt Ianto's desire press firmly against his stomach. They kissed again. Ianto parted his lips to let Jack's eager tongue slide inside.

Suddenly Jack paused and pulled back, giving Ianto a confused look. His hands, which had been caressing the skin on Ianto's back, stilled.

"What's wrong?" Ianto asked, concern in his voice.

"Your teeth..." Jack said, hesitantly. He reached up to try and part Ianto's lips but his lover had scrambled off him and gone into the nearby bathroom before he had a chance. Jack's hand caught against Ianto's dressing gown as he de-mounted Jack's lap and it fell to the floor.

"Jack," Ianto said after several long seconds, his voice low and shaky from inside the bathroom. Jack could barely hear him. He slid off the bed and stepped into the en-suite bathroom to find Ianto staring into the mirror. His hand was covering his mouth and Jack couldn't see what was happening.

"Ianto?" Jack moved to place a hand over Ianto's bare shoulder. The fact his lover was stark naked didn't occur to Jack. His attention was elsewhere. Ianto's hand had dropped from his mouth and he bared his teeth at their reflections in the mirror.

It took a lot to make Jack's jaw drop. But after seeing two pointy fangs resting on Ianto's low lip, he couldn't do anything else.

"Shit," he swore, fixated by the sight in the mirror in front of them. Then he gently and carefully turned his lover to face him so he could see the sharp teeth more clearly. Ianto wouldn't meet his eyes and instead looked to his left, catching his reflection in the mirror. He ran his tongue over his new incisors and Jack felt a shiver run through his body. Was it wrong that he was starting to become turned on? Jack mentally shook himself when he saw how scared Ianto was. "I think we've just found out exactly what that hooded alien was," Jack said, cupping Ianto's face and forcing him to look at him. He saw nothing more than fear. But then there was a hint of trust as their eyes met. Ianto was trusting Jack to save him. Jack swallowed. He wasn't sure he could.

"I'm a vampire?" Ianto croaked out.

"I think so," Jack said. He rested his index finger on Ianto's lower lip, silently asking for permission to touch his lover's new teeth. Ianto agreed by parting his lips slowly. Jack pressed his finger against one of the fangs, removing it when the sharp tooth penetrated his skin, drawing blood. "They're sharp."

"No shit," Ianto said, pulling away from Jack and going back to staring at his reflection. "What am I supposed to do Jack? How much of the myths are true? Can I walk in the sun?"

"I think we're going to need to do some tests," Jack said, his bank of information coming up short with what was real for vampires and what wasn't. "The creature was still an alien. It may not be a vampire, but something that evolved to continue its race through vampiric tendencies."

"So I'm an alien vampire?" Ianto's voice was bitter. "You're not helping, Jack!"

Jack bit his lip as Ianto became angry as well as scared. He didn't know what to do. "C'mon," he said finally, "let's get dressed and go to the Hub. Maybe we can find a way to reverse it."

"Do you think so?" Ianto turned his head back to face Jack, pleading with his eyes.

Jack couldn't answer him.