Disclaimer: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones and Andy Davidson do not belong to me. They belong to Russell T Davies, their wonderful writers, the BBC, and to John Barrowman, Gareth David-Lloyd and Tom Price for bringing the characters to life so brilliantly well. Please don't sue me. I make no money from this. But John Hart was right. You do need a bit of blond in there. nods

Author's Notes:

Ok, I just have a few things to put in the author's notes for this one.

First and foremost, this exists at the request of PoisonIvy, whose ideas I have used in the writing of it. The second chapter is PoisonIvy's idea, and so is the request for some Ianto/PC Andy, which apparently has come to be known as: I am P Candy.

Second thing is that this will have Ianto/PC Andy. It will also have Jack/Ianto/Andy. Hopefully, it will have a lot of that.

Third. This may in time move on over to Jack's List. I'm not one hundred per cent sure yet, but I think so. It depends how the characters go about it. Also, the title may change. I'm not very good at titles.

But, since I needed to get the players into position, and since I've wanted to write a scene like this for a while, the first chapter (before Andy appears) is entirely my own doing. Jack and Ianto go weevil hunting. What makes you think that's a euphemism? Just imagine the testosterone! It must be off the scale, and whatever it would be like, I know I haven't captured it as well as I want to. Still, I hope you enjoy it.

The Hunt

Chapter One

He couldn't remember where they had left the SUV, and that always meant it was a good hunt. They crested the hill together, breath ghostly in the cool moonlight and the floodlights that lined the edge of the park. The distant lights were just close enough so that you could see the grass was green. Their quarry let out a low howl in front of them, just out of sight, and Jack asked his body for more, exhilarated when he got it. He didn't need to look to see if Ianto was keeping up. They did this together, and Ianto always kept up.

The muscles in his legs stretched out pleasurably as his feet fairly flew over the grass, to the top of the hill and then onto a flat area that was dotted with trees, where he slowed and came to a halt. He didn't take his eyes from it as it turned, backlit by the nearest floodlight, and snarled at them. Ianto was by his side, and without looking at each other they broke away in different directions, an unspoken and well-practised arrangement, circling to surround their prey as it growled.

The edge of danger made his lips curl back from his teeth in something was almost a replica of the weevil's snarl. It suddenly turned away from him, and faced Ianto who was now behind it before leaping forward in an attack that came from cornered desperation. Jack watched and fell into a crouch as Ianto narrowly missed being mauled, ducking and turning in some kind of graceful movement as he swung the hockey stick at the weevil's back. The solid hit resounded in the empty park as the creature staggered forward, then turned and launched itself at Ianto again.

Jack rose to his feet, hand in his coat pocket for the tranquilliser gun as he watched Ianto struggling with it on the ground, hockey stick horizontal against the creature to fend off its bite. His eyes took in the sight of Ianto as they rolled around, how slight his body seemed to be in those jeans and in comparison to the weevil. Ianto was on top, shouting inarticulately at it, but the creature was apparently strong enough to throw him off, and Jack cursed because there wasn't going to be a clear shot. Ianto was on his back now, arching up to throw it off as it slavered all over him.

Without any further thought, he was at them in a flash and pulling the weevil from Ianto with a roar of rage. He thought it might be possessive rage. He didn't care. He faced it, standing between it and Ianto and noticed the weevil's mouth dripping with blood. Was it Ianto's? He felt pain in his hand that he hadn't noticed. It must have bitten him when he pulled it away. He hadn't even felt it, and his anger increased two-fold. "Ow!" he shouted at it, though it was more a wordless cry of fury than anything else, shaking his bloody hand, and the creature narrowed its eyes.

They weren't even animals. They didn't even have that going for them. And the weevil proved it by ignoring his rage and lunging at him. Taken by surprise, Jack found himself being pushed back. Ianto must have moved, because Jack didn't trip over his prone body, and soon he found himself with his back against a tree, one hand on the weevil's neck to keep its teeth away from him while he tried to get the tranquilliser gun again with his right. He held the gun up uselessly, slippery and hard to handle with his own blood. But that wasn't why he couldn't use it. The weevil's bite had taken one of his fingers, and he growled at it again, actually managed to push it away from him for the instant Ianto needed to swing the hockey stick into its head.

They both heard the sickening crunch of bone under flesh giving way, and the weevil stumbled away shakily, still not brought down, listing heavily to one side like an elephant with a hangover. They didn't watch it after that, because they saw each other.

Ianto closed the distance between them, his body pushing Jack against the tree again as Jack raised his right hand that still held the gun and let his hand touch the side of Ianto's face. Ianto was the first thing his newly grown flesh felt. That was important to him for some reason, but he couldn't think what it was. Couldn't really think any more.

It was darker underneath the shade of the tree. He was aware the weevil had gone down several yards away in a more brightly lit area. Suddenly it occurred to him that he was allowing himself to caress Ianto's face with the gun, leaving an evocative smearing of blood that accentuated his cheekbone before Ianto was upon him.

Ianto was like a fire; out of control, restless and hot. Jack could smell the salt of his clean sweat and taste his adrenaline like it was his own as their lips crashed together. Their thoughts and reactions were quick as melted silver and hungry lust replaced the thrill of the hunt. He hadn't noticed the pain of the bite, but he could feel every hard inch of Ianto pressed against him. He was there at that point too, and quick as it was, everything slowed down for an instant when Ianto dragged their lips apart and grabbed Jack's wrist to slam his hand into the bark of the tree beside his head. Jack watched as the gun slipped from his fingertips in slow motion to fall in a soft thud amongst the unruly grass, and his eyes turned to gaze at Ianto.

His best dreams couldn't compare to the way Ianto looked at him then, and that little sound he made. Jack thought Ianto was possessive too, and he loved it. "What are you waiting for?" he managed, sounding almost human again as Ianto held him against the tree. "Take it," he challenged, and just had time to savour the spark of lust in Ianto's eyes before they were kissing again. Well, not really kissing, but almost eating each other alive right there in the night air. In the dark and the shade. Ianto let his hands go, and Jack was almost aware of what he was doing when he ripped Ianto's white casual shirt apart. For some reason the necklace intrigued him as his lips tracked down over Ianto's neck to the sound of their harsh quickened breathing.

They were pulling each other closer. So close it almost hurt, no softness between them, and their clothes were just more things in the way as Jack inhaled the scent of Ianto's lust and aftershave. Only then his eyes dropped to the clearing, where there was – bizarrely – a hockey stick. But no weevil.

"Shit!" Jack exclaimed, his hands tightening on Ianto's waist. There was a distant screech of traffic as they pulled away from each other, Ianto's torn shirt fluttering in the slight breeze. "It's still moving!" he said in disbelief as Ianto said nothing, backing away to pick up the hockey stick and taking a deep breath.

"Not for long," he said with certainty, and Jack grinned, retrieving the gun from where he had seen it fall. The blood was gone from his hands. He stared at them for a moment, and then noticed the smears of red on the white of Ianto's shirt. He licked his lips, and then turned his attention to the distant sound of traffic and police sirens.

"Let's get it," he suggested, and Ianto was already moving, running down the opposite side of the hill after the weevil that had escaped them. Jack ran after him, checking the gun. The street was below them, some anonymous club spilling endless people out into the night as the blue flashing lights drew even more attention. Several police tried to control the increasing crowd, soothing their panic as women cried and men pushed each other aggressively. It was another drunken night for them. Half of them wouldn't remember it tomorrow, and the other half would blame their imagination.

It was wonderful to be alive as they raced each other down the hill to the club where the weevil was. Jack tried to watch his feet and Ianto at the same time. Ianto's forward momentum had the torn shirt flowing out behind him so that every now and again there were glimpses of sweat-shiny naked skin and the merest suggestion of body hair.

Too quickly they reached their destination, and a couple of breathless cries of "Torchwood!" had them inside and stalking their prey again in the empty darkened club that smelled of alcohol-fuelled lust, sweat and a hint of sweet smoke.

Jack tried to keep his attention on his surroundings this time, and not on the way the blue spotlight on the dance floor defined Ianto's chest, turning the bloodstained shirt ultraviolet and royal purple. He wasn't having all that much success when a crashing noise came from the back of the club. They raced to it together, finding a policeman lingering outside the men's room with a small truncheon. Ianto pulled out his gun in favour of the hockey stick, and the policeman rolled his eyes before stepping back to let them go in after it instead. He seemed vaguely familiar to Jack, but he couldn't quite place him.

"She's fine," Ianto said quickly and efficiently to the policeman's indrawn breath, and something clicked in Jack's mind as the yellow-jacketed officer rolled his eyes again. Of course! It was Gwen's partner before she joined Torchwood. What was his name?

"Andy," Jack said, testing out the name, and the policeman looked his way. Away from Ianto. Jack noticed that, and tried hard not to stare at Ianto as well. He had a sudden moment of revelation. "Where's your gun?" he asked, genuinely puzzled, forgetting where he was for an instant, and the man let out a harsh-sounding laugh.

"Oh! I have to leave that at home when I'm on duty along with my rocket launcher." He raised the truncheon. "Police issue weapons only, which means I've just got this." Andy swung it experimentally through the air and nodded as if satisfied. "I can really hit things with it."

The sarcasm was lost on Jack after the hunt, and he stared for a moment. "Fine," he said eventually, frowning. "Wait out here. Don't let anyone in."

The policeman looked insulted and turned to Ianto. "He always like that, is he?" Jack was surprised to see Ianto raise his eyebrows in amusement.

"You have no idea," Ianto said. "He's like that until you get the handcuffs out." Jack spluttered. "Then he's worse."

"Hey!" he said accusingly as Ianto and the policeman stared at each other.

"Police issue?" Andy asked in interest, as if hinting at something. Ianto considered for a moment, then nodded.

"It could work," Ianto answered, not really in agreement but something like it. Jack folded his arms as they carried on their little conversation. He knew they were talking about him, but his body was still half-singing with the thrill of the chase, and it wasn't quite registering.

"I'm right here," he said, angry, and turned to Ianto. "Are we going in or not?" There was a loud bang from behind the men's room door, and Ianto paid attention again, that slightly amused look vanishing from his eyes to be replaced by the quickening of earlier. Jack thought it looked better on him at that moment.

"Sorry," Ianto murmured, becoming a man of few words again, raising his gun as he leaned back against the door with Jack. "Yes."

"I'll have the handcuffs ready for it when you come out," the policeman promised with a wink that Jack didn't get at all. It wanted to be innuendo, but it wasn't quite there. Ianto didn't reply to him this time either. They turned their heads and looked at each other.

"Ready?" Jack asked. Ianto nodded.

"Yep."

"Go!" he shouted, and he kicked the door open as they went in together, guns pointed in front as they tried to cover every angle at once. At first glance, the men's room appeared to be empty.

To be continued...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading. I hope you are enjoying it.