A/N: I just want to say that you guys rule, the feedback I got from chapters 1-3 was beyond awesome and I'm gonna keep this going :D thanx so much and I hope this lives up.
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Jack woke early, he always did, he was a light sleeper and never one to stay still for too long. He always joked that he didn't trust enough, the truth of those words ringing out through his eyes.
Jack almost gave a start at the warmth of his bed, but ever the unflappable Captain, Jack merely stilled while his memories caught up with him.
Turning to face the young occupant of his bed Jack's breath caught a little, Ianto Jones looked perfect, sleep clearing the stress and years from his face. The corners of his mouth caught in a little dream fuelled smirk, body lean and boneless stretched out and so close to touching Jacks.
The Captain wanted to touch, to stroke so badly, hand hovering barely millimetres from Ianto's thigh, held still only by the knowledge of Ianto's background. He may look at peace but the bodyguard, Yvonne's personal one man army, was no doubt also a light sleeper and had reflexes to rival Jack's own, one touch would result in a unpleasant blow at the very least.
As if reading the older man's thoughts Ianto cracked an eye open and immediately tensed his body, Jack watched the lines of the once so pliable form stiffen before his eyes. He had to wonder if the younger man had been asleep at all or just testing Jack, so quick was the boy's reaction.
"Ah sleeping beauty awakes." Jack's voice was husky with sleep as he rolled a completely unabashed and lustful gaze down Ianto's body. Ianto didn't even twitch, he been flirted with before and although Harkness was more brash than previous 'suitors' Ianto felt they were all pretty much the same, at least this one was good looking.
Jack was equally unfazed by the lack of response; it did tend to get boring if they all fell at the first hurdle. Instead Jack leant in closer, nose to nose with his captive.
Restricted by the cuffs holding his hands above his head Ianto went to retaliate with his legs. Looping his right leg round Jack's waist and using his left to push them sideways, Ianto ended up straddling Jack, his aim was to press his knee into Jacks throat while his other pinned one arm, he'd be too far up the body for Jack to use his own legs and too heavy for Jack to remove him with just one arm.
However halfway between Ianto being on the bed and being on top of him Jack had recovered from his initial shock and guessed exactly what was going on. Ianto's left knee was already at his throat but the right was still trapped under his body from the flip. Jack grabbed Ianto's left ankle and pulled, the younger man already unbalanced by his detained arms fell forward chest to chest with Jack and before he could recover Jack had flipped them back and was sitting back on Ianto's thighs.
"So close, so, so, so close" Jack was a little out of breath as he spoke but Ianto heard no distress in his voice, if anything the Captain sounded exhilarated, happy "but no dice."
"Hmm, you're strong for such a skinny man." Jack was running his hands up the hard chest below him, feeling the muscles play under skin as the young man squirmed beneath his ministration. "And an improviser too" Jack needlessly pressed his whole body down on top of Ianto's as he checked the cuffs and chains for damage.
Before lifting up Jack whispered in Ianto's ear, lips lightly tracing the shell and breath tickling the neck "I may have to keep you, I bet you could teach me a lot" He was just about to pull off when Ianto's shallower breathing spurred him into further action "I bet you'd like that" were the last words spoken before he sucked Ianto's ear lobe between his lips and lightly bit down, relishing the hip buck and sharp intake of breath he got in return.
Deciding not to push his luck further, Jack pushed up putting all his weight back into restraining Ianto's legs again before jumping back from the body, off the end of the bed and well out of Ianto's reach. His confidence bolstered by Ianto's earlier reaction he stopped at the door and spoke, "later lover" the latter word rolled around by his tongue as his eyes lingered too long on Ianto's body for the younger man to feel comfortable. And then he was gone as the door slammed shut and Ianto heard the locks slide into place.
Xxx
Brian was not an impatient man; a proper job took the proper amount of time however long that may be. Brian was not a paranoid man; he knew exactly how many enemies he had and exactly who they were. Brian was definitely not a speculative man; a good leader knew everything he needed to down to the minuet details.
So when Harkness didn't call in, like he was supposed to, Brian didn't worry, he didn't second guess himself or the situation. He simply gathered all the facts he could, CCTV of the police station, Gwen Williams police report, he monitored Harkness's and Jones's bank details.
When that turned up nothing, other than that the job had gone as it was supposed to and both men were still in the country, Brian was not consoled. That simply meant he had done his part right, making Harkness the wild card.
Brian was not happy, Harkness was not a member of his team, was not under his control and now Harkness held the ball in his unruly court. Usually he could threaten, beat or simply intimidate the source of the problem back into line, but that was his own team, that was with people who had nothing he didn't control.
"David, I want a secure line set up, now." Brian was going to have to do something he really didn't want to; in fact he'd been avoiding it since initial contact with Harkness. Brian was going to make contact, it was messy and potentially stupid, and honestly what was the point of hiring outside help to remain anonymous if you had to get involved a day later.
Thing was though, that as much as Brian hated that this could compromise his position by linking him to Jones's abduction and death, Brian hated feeling out of control even more.
So he would get in contact with Harkness and say as little as possible, he wouldn't even mention the job he'd just make some vague threats to hurry the mission along. Then if anyone got hold of the call or Harkness's call record he could just explain it away as Harkness being in the way of an investigation and Brian telling him to get lost.
Brian wasn't worried about the authorities why should he be Torchwood was outside the government, beyond the police. But Mr Jones's disappearance would be noted and investigated, if by another branch of Torchwood it would be troublesome at the very least, but if U.N.I.T took the case they had the ability to strip Brian of his power, completely destroy him and Torchwood.
There was however, this time, no other options that would not connect him more to this state of affairs. He had already broken his usual MO to hire Harkness for plausible deniability and now he would have to step once more out of his comfort zone.
"David is the line good to go?"
Xxx
Jack felt the vibrations in his pocket and grimaced. The only phone he kept on him at all times was the one he gave the client alone the number to, which meant before he'd even had a coffee Brian was on his case, goody.
Holding back a sigh, just, Jack answered the phone praying the plan wasn't being changed too much. "Yeah?"
"Harkness?"
"Yes, what?"
"Harkness it's Brian, Torchwood, here." Jacks eye roll was almost audible "Harkness, I know you have him so just when were you planning on informing me?"
"I wasn't Brian" Jack failed miserably to hold back the sarcasm in his voice if there was one thing he hated more than being told how to do his job it was when clients thought they could do it better than him, and right now he was hearing a little of both. Calming is tone and slowing his tempo, as if talking to a small child, Jack explained. "You said no links to you, therefore it seemed most sensible to hold him make no contact and simply get him to you for the drop."
"Yes, well, normal procedure would dicta. . . "
"Normal procedure, if there is one, is unnecessary and would just leave more of a link to you." Jack was fighting the urged to yawn, he was tired and this was pointless, he'd already won, he was right after all."
"Harkness" Brian's voice cut across the line, rage bubbling just below the surface "I am paying you good money to do a job and I want it done right."
"It's getting done right, even better if you'd just leave me to it. What exactly is this job anyway the boy's strong and good at his job but if you're after a bodyguard may I recommend you pick a willing one, far less likely to let you get shot."
"Just do the job Harkness; you are not paid to know why. And if you are trying to sound out my defences they are more than enough to handle your cheap tricks. Four days Harkness." The line was disconnected.
Xxx
Jack snorted at the dialling tone, clients were so much easier to handle when they underestimated you. Brian had just confessed his reason for needing Ianto without even realising it. If it wasn't for his skills then it was most likely for something he knew. Unfortunately that could be a lot of things and Jack doubted Ianto would tell him the truth if anything at all.
He needed coffee, today was going to be a long day. He needed to know why Brian needed Ianto, who was this kid and what did he know. Then Jack could work out what would be a bigger asset to him, the money or Ianto.
"Tosh, research."
Xxx
Brian was, if possible, more infuriated after the call than before. Not only had Harkness proved to be a smart arse who thought he knew what his place was, but Brian's rage had meant he was a little careless with what details he let slip over the phone, not to mention what Harkness said, that phone call was most definitely prove to be incriminating. This meant his was relying on the security of that phone line and somehow Brian doubted he was going to be pleased with the answer.
"David!"
A/N: there it is, the next bit is coming soon, hope this was alright please tell me what you think :D And just for those who get the reference, Alonso? Shouldn't someone be mourning! :p