This one is mainly just fluff. Because I know we all love it secretly. I have loads of ideas for one shots and there all going to be in this fic if they are related to the themes in this 'saga'. They will sort of be in order but that's not really important. Oh and if any one has any ideas for something they want to be written in this just say in a review and I shall try my best for you :)

Story #2 : Tired Confessions

Rating : PG (no mature content sadly)

Ianto hated sleeping with Jack in the small cot bed that was homed in what Jack liked to call his bedroom. If bedroom was what Jack thought his five foot hole in the ground to be a bedroom that's only possession was a bed – which in all honestly could have been a sheet on the ground with itchy bed sheets – then Ianto was sleeping in luxary at his apartment.

He loved sleeping with Jack, and not because of the activities before the sleeping took place. He loved closing his eyes with Jack's warm arms wrapped around him, protecting him from the demons in his dreams. Sleeping with Jack was perfect.

But sleeping with Jack on a bed that his feet fell of the bottom, and he wasn't really sleeping with Jack but more half on Jack half in the air or squashed against the wall – though the half on Jack he could definitely live with.

Sex with Jack no matter the place was always fun and extremely pleasurable for both parties, even if the sex was being done on Jack's excuse for a bed, it was brilliant, the smaller the space the better because the more intimate the activity was. But the spooning, getting comfortable after the sex that was torture, almost not worth the sex at all – almost.

Jack was always the first to fall asleep when they were in his sleeping space. Ianto figured it was because the man was used to sleeping there he had lived their for over fifty years. But Ianto could never sleep, and therefore was a misery in the morning. When he was in a bad mood he resented the fact that Jack could sleep and he couldn't, and no matter how much he fidgeted in vein to wake the man up – Jack was sleeping beauty. On more than one occasion Ianto had actually climbed out of the bed – roughly if Jack got kicked in the head Ianto didn't care – and would go home and sleep in his comfortable bed, wrap himself in his own red satin sheets and wake up smiling in the morning; but it was nothing without Jack.

Jack himself had remained completely oblivious to Ianto's displeasure. So when he woke up in bed alone after falling asleep holding Ianto close to him he was more than confused. The reason he had woken up was because the bed had turned cold, there was no source of body heat next to him and he needed Ianto there. He turned to look at the clock, wondering maybe if Ianto had woken up and started work, but when he saw that it wasn't even four in the morning and Ianto's clothes were missing. Jack knew Ianto had left.

He knew they weren't just shagging any more, or were they? They had never said anything on the lines of intimate to each other but there was always something there, hidden in their eyes or spoken silently to each other – they both knew they weren't just shagging. So why was Ianto sneaking out of bed? Out of the hub? Jack had looked around for a while, when he figured Ianto wasn't there he had started to worry, that's when he phoned him. He waited nervously, anxiously for the young welsh man to answer and when he did Ianto was clearly just woken up.

"What..?" His sleepy voice was strangely a comforting thing to Jack who loved to hear it in the morning.

"Where are you?" Jack asked not caring if he sounded desperately needy, because right now he needed Ianto just to be there next to him and hold him tight.

"At home, in my bed." Ianto said his voice still sleep filled. "What do you want?"

"You." Jack said simply. "Too late to come over?"

"Yes." Ianto replied shortly.

"Too bad." Jack said. There was something going on, Ianto was mad at him and as far as he could remember he had done nothing wrong. And knowing the man he craved was mad at him hurt him more than any words or physical blows could.

It took twenty minutes for Jack to walk over to Ianto, he saw the living room light on and guessed Ianto was waiting up for him. He knocked gently on the door and after a few seconds was greeted with a very sleep deprived Ianto.

"What?" Ianto asked harshly, not bothering to say come in, just opened the door and then walked back in the direction of his bedroom.

"Why are you mad?" Jack asked softly, following Ianto and switching of the lights as he did knowing Ianto wouldn't be happy with a high electricity bill.

"Mad?" Ianto asked with wide eyes. "I'm fucking tired Jack."

"You left." Jack said sadly, sitting on the corner of the bed Ianto was sat up slightly and stared at Jack with a confused expression.

"I couldn't sleep." Ianto said dryly.

"Nightmares?" Jack asked concerned edged in his voice.

"No. I couldn't sleep. Sleeping there is never going to happen. The room is cold, dark, and your so called bed is like sleeping on the fucking floor. I hate it there!" Ianto knew that if he wasn't so tired then his words wouldn't be so bitter, he knew that if he wasn't so tired he wouldn't have even be saying any of this.

"Oh." Jack mumbled, he hadn't expected that. He didn't know what he really expected it just wasn't that. "Why didn't you say?"

"I don't know." Ianto sighed. "I like what we have. I just don't like it there."

"Yan, what do we have?" Ianto was taken back by the question, they were really going to have this intimate conversation right now, and it wasn't even a decent hour.

"I don't know." Ianto said honestly, "What do you want?"

"You." Jack smiled honestly, moving closer to Ianto and they fell backwards onto the bed so they were now in a lying position. "I don't want this to be pure sex, though no matter what we have the sex is always going to be a huge part. But I want us you know to be a proper couple." Ianto couldn't help but laugh.

"Jack, you are a time traveller from the 51st Century from a planet I can't even pronounce, you're over a hundred years old and oh yeah you can't die. And I'm a Welsh Archivist who is everything ordinary. We're nothing but normal, we could never be a proper couple."

"Is that really what you think?" Jack asked sadly.

"Its reality." Ianto pointed out. "But it doesn't mean I think we can't try."

"Good." Jack said. "Ianto, you are anything but ordinary to me."

"Be quiet." Ianto laughed hitting him playfully on the shoulder. Jack turned around to face him and wrapped him in his arms. "Move in with me?" Ianto whispered.

"What?" Jack asked stunned.

"Nothing." Ianto said, knowing that look meant rejection. "Tired, just being stupid." He rambled.

"No ask me again." Jack smiled, using his index finger to prop Ianto's chin up to make him look in his eyes.

"I just I thought if you wanted to be a proper couple, maybe we could live together?" Ianto asked hesitantly.

"I'd love too." Jack smiled, kissing Ianto softly on the lips.

"Can I go to sleep now?" Ianto asked as he placed his head on Jack's chest, the constant beat of Jack's heart slowly lulled him to sleep.

"Yeah, go to sleep." Jack cooed, kissing him softly on the forehead, he watched Ianto fall to sleep and smiled to himself; this was going to be something he was going to see every night and he couldn't wait to watch it all over again.