A sudden jolt back into consciousness. Someone else's taste on his lips. Life flooding into him, pure uncorrupted life force. He reaches for more.
Then his lungs take over. Ianto gasps for breath. His eyes flicker open automatically.
…Jack.
The world around him comes into focus with abrupt clarity. His heart pounding, blood rushing through his veins. He is sure Jack can hear it, feel it even – he is lying in Jack's arms. Their faces are only inches apart. He breathes Jack's air, can still taste him on his lips.
There is not a trace of Jack's earlier anger in his eyes as Ianto looks into them. He searches for it, because that would make it easier to resist. Kissing Jack is like being held at knifepoint, chased by an angry Weevil, grazed by a bullet. It makes him feel alive, and he needs more.
He doesn't stop to think what this means. He can see in Jack's eyes, in the subtle curve of his lips, that he knows what Ianto is about to do. Ianto begins to lift his head, close his eyes, lips parting slightly.
A scream cuts the air.
Lisa…