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Ianto was exhausted.
The two weeks of suspension had been spent cleaning out his flat and readying it for the next occupant.
He kept busy. It was all he could do to stop himself from going mad. Finally done, he carried the last of the rubbish bags to the skip and then decided to make a last trip to the store for carpet cleaner.
There was no way he could hear him coming behind him.
The parking lot wasn't exactly well lit, which he was counting on, but a lone man, especially an unwanted one, trying to get into his car during the night had to be wary of things he couldn't see in the dark.
He did get the door open, however, and he did get inside without noticing him.
He grabbed the door before he could slam it on his fingers and lock it. He held it open as he stared at him.
"Hi, Ianto."
Ianto stared at him.
His bright sapphire eyes widened so he could see the whites all around.
His soft peach lips dropped open as his facial expression changed from scared to all hell to just plain confused.
He got a real dumb sense of satisfaction over that.
Yeah, he'd thought he was home free.
"Jack?" he practically shrieked his name.
He was so focused on his face that he didn't look down and see the rag or the shackles hanging in his free hand until it was too late.
He tried jumping to the passenger side, to get away, but Jack lunged. He grabbed him by his frail shoulders and pushed him down across the seats. He pushed the rag hard over his mouth and nose before he could shriek for help.
He had the shackle in his other hand and he almost got it down on his wrist before he punched him good and hard in the nose.
His delicate knuckles didn't look like much, but they hurt like a bitch on impact.
He thought he even heard a crunch.
"Ah, fuck!" He reared back and dropped the cuffs to the floor of the car, but he didn't take the cloth off of his nose as he cursed and yelled.
That fucking hurt!
Blood dripped from his nose and onto Ianto's pale collarbone and shirt in the struggle.
He got him good that time. He wasn't about to let him do it to him again.
His sharp nails scratched at his hands, drawing even more blood. Jack grabbed both of his wrists and yanked them above his head, holding them down with one hand while he kept up the pressure of the cloth with the other.
Ianto kicked and struggled as he breathed in the chemical, but he didn't have the strength to buck him off and he avoided his knees when he tried to get him in the balls.
Ianto's struggles beneath him started to let up. There wasn't much physical strength to begin with, but now it was almost nonexistent as the hint of fear left his eyes, and his body went limp.
Jack released his hands.
He panted for breath as if he was the one who'd just lost the fight. The car stank of sweat mixed with the sweet scent of the chloroform. He was careful to keep the rag away from his own face, already starting to feel sort of dizzy himself.
"I got you," he said.
Then Ianto's eyes widened as he came alive again. He clawed at his hands and arms scratching deep.
"Fuck! Stop that!" Jack roared, grabbing onto his wrists and yanking them above his head again.
Holy shit, he'd just faked that.
Smart.
It pissed him the hell off, but he had to admit it was smart.
Then again, should it really have been that much a surprise?
Ianto was clearly smart in the way he had conned him so easily.
When blood beaded up from the scratches on his hand, Jack growled, and he forgot all about being impressed.
Was he ever going to pass out?
Had he used enough of the chemical?
Ianto's struggles weakened, for real this time as he held the rag to his face, for longer this time.
His bright, fearful eyes slid shut as he gave one last jerk before going under.
Jack sighed, relaxing his tense muscles as the only sound in the car was his own heavy breathing. He wiped the sweat off his brow. Not the worst victim he'd put under by far, but he hadn't given in easily.
Adrenaline rushed through him as he stared down at Ianto's unconscious form.
Ianto's hair mussed with his arms up high as his chest rose and fell in sleep.
He could have just dozed off for how innocent he looked.
The only thing that gave away the struggle was his flushed skin.
He pulled the damp cloth away from his mouth and nose. He hadn't even realized his heart was beating so fast, and he lifted himself off of him.
Being on top of an unconscious man was creepy, regardless of who he was and why they were both there.
"Holy Christ," he sighed, letting himself drop to the cool and dirty pavement of the parking lot. He sucked in a breath of clean, fresh air, and carded his fingers through his hair.
Though he hated having to touch him again, even for the capture, he'd still noticed how smooth his skin felt when he'd grabbed his arms. With the shirt sleeved still rolled from scrubbing the floor, Ianto's bare skin and soft arm hair had felt like velvet under Jack's fingers.
His body beneath his had been exactly the same.
It was like muscle memory had taken over when he'd straddled him and as he'd bucked his hips up to try and push him off his body had responded.
It wasn't his fault his dick didn't know the difference between fighting and fucking, that it didn't realize he'd been trying to get him off of him, not gyrating against his heavy prick for friction like usual.
Jack shook his head.
That was too weird, especially considering he'd almost destroyed the fucking world.
Fuck that and fuck him.
He wasn't going to feel guilty because he was a healthy male who was reacting to a beautiful man.
He was the one with something to answer for, not him.
All because Jack hadn't been the first guy in the whole history of time stupid enough fall for the oldest trick in the book, a good fuck to hide a secret.
Really, what had he expected him to do?
Be happy about it?
"I got you," he said again, and then he laughed as he stared up at the night sky. The stars were bright. "I got you."
Jack took in another breath and got to his feet before climbing back into the pungent car. He grabbed the shackles off the floor on the passenger side, and neatly cuffed Ianto's wrists.
He'd be out long enough for him to do a search of his apartment. He had to make sure he wasn't hiding anyone else in there, after all.
Any sign of Cyber Tech and he was coming back out to put a bullet in his fucking temple.