Note: This is an entirely alternate universe, and my first venture into the Torchwood spectrum, although there is nothing supernatural in this fic. I just think there can never be enough scenarios written to bring these two wonderful boys together. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts! =)

Chapter One

Ianto stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie for what he hoped would be the last time. He grimaced looking at the bed seeing a dozen discarded ties that he knew he would have to return to their rightful order before leaving to meet Lisa. If one thing had always been a constant, it was Ianto's organizational skills... his acute attention to detail, no matter how obscure. He knew with utter certainty he could not... would not leave until everything was back in it's proper place just as it should be.

Choosing a light blue tie that gave his black Armani suit a solid contrast, Ianto twirled in front of the mirror; assessing himself from all angles. He smiled, more than satisfied with his appearance.

Tonight was very important. Nothing had ever been more so. His ultimate failure or success could hinge entirely upon this meeting. Ianto had painstakingly researched in depth the flamboyant Jack Harkness. He had to gain his support. Nothing would go wrong; nothing could go wrong. He had built his life around this moment for the past twelve years; and now the time had arrived.

Ianto hated that his plan could hurt Lisa in any way. What had began as a simple means to an end, had turned into much more. He had grown to genuinely care for her, despite trying to remain cold and aloof. Ianto hoped he would be able to do what needed to be done and not lose her forever. In either event, Ianto could not change the path he was on - his course was set and he had every intention of seeing it through, regardless of any consequences that may be the resulting fallout.

Analyzing his appearance one last time in the mirror, Ianto dabbed on a splash of his favorite Gucci fragrance as he exited his apartment to hail an oncoming available cab. Leaning down to address the driver, Ianto said, "Captain's Oasis on Fifth, please."

"Yes, Sir," the cabbie answered, before they were speeding off ahead.

Ianto was glad they had arranged to meet at the bar instead of arriving together. This way by being early he would have the opportunity to examine his surroundings, and more importantly he hoped to observe Lisa's brother... the man that he needed to convince of both his sincerity, but his worth as well. The closer they approached the heart of Manhattan, and ever closer to his destination, Ianto couldn't ward off the sudden nervousness that assailed him. As they neared the filling parking lot, Ianto had the feeling his life was about to change. He only hoped the change would be good.

Jack surveyed the steady progression of bodies in and out of the club, pleased with the constant flow midway through the week. He had taken a big risk when he opened this club. Jack Harkness never did anything in a simple manner. Everything had to be perfect, set according to his own particular specifications. It took a long time to turn a profit, but once it did Jack put all the revenue into creating the best club experience the people of Manhattan could enjoy. He catered equally to the gay and heterosexual communities. In that aspect his club was unique. A gay couple could come here and know they would not be ridiculed for two reasons.

Primarily, because Jack wouldn't allow it. And, secondarily... Jack was openly gay. He didn't flaunt his sexuality, nor did he push it down anyone's throat. Most of his customers would view him as one of those guys who could always make friends amongst strangers. And, they would be exactly right. Jack was friendly, some would suggest entirely too charming, and often outrageously flirtatious with men and women - alike. However, when it all came down to it, Jack's preference was very clear - it was men and men alone.

Jack approached the bar, tapping his bartender on the shoulder in greeting. With an engaging smile, Jack asked, "How's it going tonight, Rhys?"

"Going great, boss. Club's been really jumping," Rhys answered with a quirky smile.

"Yes, I see that. Looking good. Owen just arrived... don't hesitate to give me a shout if you need anything," Jack advised, preparing to make his standard rounds.

"Will do, Jack," Rhys answered with a quick wave.

Jack weaved in and out of bodies for a short while, seeing everything was in order, preparing to head towards his office when every thought fell straight out of his head. His eyes locking in awe on what could be classified as nothing short of perfection. Jack watched as the man made his way through the crowd, the bar his apparent destination. The dark haired man was enticingly dressed in what Jack knew to be Armani, only slowing his steps long enough to glance around somewhat curiously - as if looking for something or someone.

Smiling to himself, as his eyes boldly stroked over the man, Jack thought, Whoever you are looking for, you sweet thing, I think you are about to trade up. Jack didn't even stop to consider the stranger most likely was straight... nor did it concern him. When he utilized the full benefits of the Harkness charm, there were very few that he could not render the desired response. And, Jack had the feeling he would very much be wanting a response from this man.

As Jack slowly followed his progression to the bar, his eyes settled on the sway of his hips, while wishing he could feast his eyes on the ass beneath the flattering apparel; instinctively knowing it would be as exquisite as the rest of him. Rhys watched in initial surprise at Jack's sudden return, but smiled with a knowing look when his eyes fell upon the man that Jack's eyes were so fixated upon.

Rhys turned to the newcomer asking, "What can I get you, Sir?"

"I'm actually waiting for someone, but a gin and tonic would be good," came the answer as his eyes flickered around in continued interest.

Jack almost groaned at the sound of his accent. One that he had always found to be pleasing to the ear... but on this man it was so incredibly hot. When the man turned to look at him with a soft smile upon those full lips, Jack's thoughts were very well defined. Damn, he had to have this man. He was absolutely the most breathtaking sight to ever step into his oasis...

"I'll have one of the same, Rhys," Jack told his bartender, without taking his eyes off of the stranger.

Rhys nodded as he mixed the drinks, placing them quickly in front of the both of them, perfectly centered on a cocktail napkin.

Jack smiled as he listened to the man issue his thanks to Rhys, before he nodded doing the same, thinking he could never tire of listening to that voice; beautiful welsh vows that went straight to his cock.

Turning sideways in his seat, Jack said, "Don't think I've seen you in here before... "

"No, sure haven't. I'm a first timer," he answered, as his inquisitive eyes fell directly into Jack's.

Jack's eyes moved over him slowly, before he purred flirtatiously, "I do love first timers."

The man almost choked on his drink, before he returned quickly, "Everyone has them."

"Indeed they do... and some of them can be so memorable," Jack drawled, his eyes fastening hotly on the man's lips.

Clearing his throat nervously, he asked, "Are you hitting on me... Sir?"

"Mmmm, and how would you feel about that?" Jack asked, staring at him intently.

"I-uh, well... I have a girlfriend," he stammered in response.

Jack chuckled, thinking this was going very nicely. Moving closer, Jack whispered, "That's not much of an answer."

Before a response could be rendered, they were interrupted by a familiar face. Arms draped around the neck of the man's shoulders, as Jack's baby sister kissed the man lightly on the cheek, before she took the open seat in between the two of them. Her eyes narrowed on Jack thoughtfully, as she accused, "Have you been flirting with my boyfriend, Jack?"

"Boyfriend? Well... let me tell you, little Lisa, I commend you on your exquisite taste - for once," Jack answered, as his eyes hungrily moved over him. "And... what would your name be, boyfriend of Lisa?"

"Jones. Ianto Jones, Sir," came the nervous, yet respectful response.

"Well, Jones. Ianto Jones... I will leave you lovebirds alone. Allow me to say, it's been a pleasure meeting you," Jack said, as he stood up to leave, however not before giving Ianto one last lingering glance.

Ianto's eyes widened on the man, almost as if unable to free himself when he finally managed a reply, "Ummm, yes... nice meeting you too, Sir."

"The name's Jack... but the Sir, I must say is extremely hot," Jack said with a click of the tongue before he vaulted off to leave them alone.

Jack moved to the other end of the long bar, motioning for Owen to come over, as he continued to watch their heads move closer together... not kissing, but in deep conversation.

Smiling, Jack thought to himself he appeared to be temporarily thwarted... but he had far from given up the fight. He would watch and observe. But, throw in the towel? Never. He had caught a glimmer of awareness in Ianto Jones' eyes, and that would have to be enough for now.

Then, he thought of Lisa. It was true they had never been particularly close... but to target her boyfriend would be the lowest form of betrayal. The more he looked at Ianto the less he cared about how it affected Lisa. Jack continued to rationalize that Lisa was only his half-sister, not that it made it any less wrong. But, hell he was trying... wasn't he?

He groaned as Ianto laughed, the echo reaching out to his already half hardened cock.

The Welshman was just too damned enticing.

Jack Harkness wanted Ianto Jones... and he had the express intention of finding a way to satisfy that want.

TBC