Here we go, numbers 16 through 20. I've had a lot of fun writing these, and I hope you've had as much fun reading them. As always, reviews are very welcome. Enjoy!

Need

Ianto felt lost. He put on a show for the others, pretended to be unaffected by the death of his girlfriend, acted friendly and obliging while working quickly and efficiently, but inside he was dead.

He mourned for Lisa, for what they could have had together, but he also mourned for what he had with Jack. Ever since the incident, Jack had been formal with him, almost to the point of being impolite. Gone were the flirtatious jokes and innuendo, the salacious looks over a cup of coffee, the rough hand coming to rest on his backside.

Even with Lisa in the picture, Ianto had felt attracted to the older man, and had often dreamed of what it might be like to be with him. But now it seemed that dream was not to be.

With an inaudible sigh, Ianto picked up the files he had been preparing and headed to the archives. He made his way down the steps and was walking down the corridor when he was slammed against the wall, causing him to drop the files, and was pressed there by a warm, hard body.

"Jack-" Ianto started to say.

"I need you," whispered Jack, before leaning in for a hungry kiss.

Vision

Ianto preferred to have sex in the dark. In fact, he wouldn't have it any other way. If pressed, he might admit that he was embarrassed, and maybe a bit intimidated. After all, who would want to see his hairy and slightly pudgy chest compared to Jack's smooth, tanned abs?

Jack put up with it for a while, but his patience was wearing thing. He wanted all of Ianto that he could get, and he wanted to enjoy what he had with all five senses.

Jack and Ianto had made their way to Ianto's bedroom after work, unable to keep their hands and mouths off each other. Ianto moved to turn off the light when Jack desperately whispered, "wait."

Ianto tensed.

"I want to show you something. Do you trust me?"

Ianto nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak.

Jack slowly divested himself before doing the same to Ianto. Pulling him by the hand, Jack led Ianto to the full length mirror by the closet.

In the mirror, Ianto saw two men, different from one another, but complimenting each other. The juxtaposition only served to heighten the attractiveness of the overall picture, and Ianto felt the stirring of his interest.

Turning to look Jack in the eyes, Ianto murmured, "I see."

Attention

Jack was an attention whore. Ianto wasn't. He preferred to stay in the background, and grew quite flustered when flung into the limelight. This could lead to quite awkward occasions when the two were together.

For their first date, Jack took Ianto dancing. Ianto was having a good time – that is, until Jack started stripping on the dance floor.

For their second date, Ianto took Jack to a nice Italian restaurant. Somehow – Ianto had no idea how – Jack had ended up engaging half the restaurant in one of his wild, half-believable stories.

For their third date, Ianto and Jack went to the movies. Jack loudly cracked jokes throughout the movie, getting the entire audience involved and laughing with him.

As Ianto prepared for their fourth date, he reflected – he would have to learn to get used to the attention.

Soul

The hub was empty. Ianto liked it that way: it gave him time to give the hub a good deep clean and to relax. Ianto played music in the background as he got to work. He was midway through cleaning when his favorite song from The Killers came on.

It stared as unconscious toe-tapping, which quickly progressed to mopping the floor in rhythm to the music. When it got to his favorite part, he started quietly singing along.

"I got soul but I'm not a soldier, I got soul but I'm not a soldier…" he sang along, head beginning to bop to the rhythm.

Louder, he repeated the phrase, starting to dance along until finally he was standing on the conference table using his mop as a microphone, pointing dramatically at an imaginary audience, while screaming at the top of his lungs, "I got soul but I'm not a soldier!!!!"

Picture

Jack liked to keep mementos of the people he loved, so that he could remember them long after they were gone. A clip of hair, a favorite bracelet, each one symbolized someone he had given his heart to.

Jack and Ianto hadn't been together long, but Jack knew just what he would keep to remember Ianto by. It had been one evening, and the team was walking towards the pub after work. They had stopped to admire the sunset, Tosh deciding to take a few pictures. Later, after they were developed, Tosh showed one to Jack.

It was of him and Ianto, facing the sunset with their backs towards the camera, Jack's hand gently resting on Ianto's shoulder. Although their faces were obscured, their emotions were obvious.

Jack would always remember the Ianto from that picture, and the serenity he had felt in that moment.