Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones
Rating/Warning: Was once N-17, now…Dunno. M?
Summary: Chapter 1 – Ianto's first time (with a man)

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood
Story notes: This was a N-17, but since they're not allowed anymore, here is a diluted version

The first time Jack and Ianto had sex it was what the captain called, "Vanilla." No strings (or handcuffs) attached, no toys to play with. Just the two of them in a rather spontaneous explosion that was the culmination of the events of Lisa's death and their disastrous trip to the countryside.

Ianto was staying late again, Jack mused as he spotted the younger man's coat still on the peg. The other members of Torchwood had left awhile ago. Glancing at the clock and frowning, the captain realised that others had left over an hour ago. What was Ianto doing? His eyes narrowed as he imagined the events of the past few months becoming too much for the Welshman and causing Ianto to do something stupid. Jack ran over to the CCTV and scanned the screens quickly, finally sighing with relief. Ianto was asleep down in the archives, his chest rising and falling, indicating that if nothing else he was still alive. Even if the discontented frown on his face suggested a nightmare. Jack sighed and headed downstairs.

Upon reaching Ianto, Jack smiled tenderly, unable to help himself. He had lusted after Ianto since the moment he met him, but the younger man had always politely rejected his advances. At least now he knew why; Lisa had held Ianto's heart in the past. But she was gone now. Ianto was still grieving according to Tosh, but that wasn't going to stop Jack. The man-who-couldn't-be-killed had had enough lovers/boyfriends/girlfriends/one-night-stands/others that had died to know that even after decades you never stop grieving for the ones you truly love, and it was clear Ianto had loved Lisa. Enough to threaten Jack and the team at gunpoint. Enough to call Jack a monster. Now, that hurt. Jack's mind bounced between acknowledging Ianto had a point and vehemently denying he was a monster; he was just a man who did what he had to do for the good of everyone. Maybe that was a cowardly way of looking at it. The captain honestly didn't care anymore, he'd thought too long and hard on the subject and now…Now he needed Ianto. He couldn't explain it; it felt as though his blood was on fire simply looking at the slumbering Welshman. The culmination of the tough months they'd been through, the tenseness between them, the kiss they had shared – which Ianto had declared as 'off-the-record' when he had stated to the team his last kiss had been with Lisa. Now that made Jack's blood boil. His kisses were memorable! Many had said he was the best kisser they knew!

Jack forced himself to be calm and gently shake Ianto awake. The Welshman moaned sleepily and blinked, "Jack?"

Jack stifled a sigh, why was it pretty much the only time he could get Ianto to not call him sir was when the younger man was too asleep to really care what he called anyone? "You fell asleep. Everyone else has gone."

"Oh, sorry!" Ianto apologised quickly, rising to his feet and pushing papers into piles.

"S'ok." Jack replied, leaning against the wall, "Looked like you were having a nightmare."

Pain flared in Ianto's eyes, but he didn't answer, concentrating on making sure his stacks of paper were steady and wouldn't fall over in the night.

Jack stepped forward and took Ianto's hand. The younger man blinked at his boss, "Sir?"

"Tell me about it." Jack said firmly, injecting his patented 'tone-of-command' into his voice. He felt Ianto shiver.

"It was nothing sir. Really."

"I don't believe you." Jack moved forward, Ianto retreating until his back hit the wall, their hands still clasped together, "And what's all this about Lisa being the last person you kissed?"

"Don't." Ianto murmured, shaking his head.

"Am I really not that memorable?"

"It has nothing to do with that." Ianto let out a shaky breath, "Now please, let me go."

"No." Jack's eyes glinted and he leant forward, his lips covering Ianto's. Without really thinking about it, the younger man opened his mouth, allowing the captain's tongue entrance.

Jack moaned softly, Ianto was so submissive and sweet! He hadn't kissed anyone (in a moment of lust) for so long…Not since…No. It was his rule that when he was with someone, whether in a long-term relationship or a one-night-stand that he didn't think about previous lovers. It was unfair to whoever he was currently doing something with.

The two men finally parted, breathing a little more heavily now. Ianto's lips looked delectably ravished and Jack smirked slightly in pleasure. The captain gently stroked the Welshman's cheek and Ianto leant into the touch like a cat being pet by its master. Apparently Ianto needed it just as badly as Jack did. The company, the sex, something, anything to clear the air between them.

Jack silently took Ianto's hand and led him upstairs…and then down into Jack's private quarters. The captain didn't sleep much. He found he didn't really need to, having been trained by the army and Time agency alike to survive on very little sleep. Plus…there were the nightmares… But this was his place just to sit and read sometimes, or his own private thinking space. Sometimes it was nice just to lie down and do nothing. And now, it made a pretty handy place for the two members of Torchwood to have sex.

(Which they did, in the original version. Sorry guys!)

Afterwards, they remained in a tangled mess, regaining their breath, before Jack pulled out of Ianto and discarded the condom, throwing it into the bin at the side of the bed.

Blue eyes shyly regarded Jack as he got a tissue from the box on the bedside table and gently cleaned his hand and Ianto's stomach.

"So," Jack grinned, scrunching up the tissue and chucking it into the bin, "How was it?"

"Good. Very good."

"Only very good?" Jack pouted, lying down next to Ianto.

"Well…yeah."

"Fine." Jack sulked, "Next time it'll be better."

"Promises, promises." Ianto smiled, and then the smile turned into a grin.

"What?" Jack asked sleepily.

"I…I can look at you properly again."

"Couldn't you before?"

"No. Not since…Lisa."

"Ah. Well, sex does tend to clear the air. It was better than us having a fight. And good thing we didn't, your punches hurt."

Ianto chuckled softly, "Sorry."

"Me too. For everything."

"Hey, I should be the one apologising."

"It's not your fault what happened out in the countryside. I knew I should have left you here."

"I thought you took me because you didn't trust me alone."

"…True. How about we're both sorry and we start on a clean slate. That sound fair?"

"Yeah. Sounds good."

The second time Jack and Ianto had sex it wasn't so vanilla…

And this is where you come in! Review to send in requests for kinky stuff between our two favourite Torchwood members. Can be pretty much anything, I'm hard to freak out, but I do reserve the right to refuse some requests. Please give me a big response so I can write loads!