They Keep Killing Suzie

Ianto stared at his neatly scribbled writing on the form. Suzie Costello. Death by Torchwood. One day that would be him. One day he would die and the form would say something else but everyone who mattered would know that truthfully, it was Torchwood that killed him. The only reason he hadn't died already was because he rarely went out in the field.

Jack died. He died too often. He acted like it was one of those parts of the job, like as a leader it was expected of him to die. It wasn't right. Back at London, Yvonne never so much as left the base. That being said, he was comparing Jack to Yvonne. He was comparing a man who would listen to and help you with any of your troubles to a woman who thought remembering your name meant she was a good boss.

Jack was different to Yvonne. He could imagine the two of them constantly fighting. Jack wasn't a man to get on the bad side of. He also wasn't a man to be kept waiting. Ianto looked at his stop watch. Just under five minutes before he was expected in Jack's office. He leaned back against the wall of the morgue, letting out a shaky breath.

What was he doing? What was he going to do? What had he planned on doing? What was Jack expecting him to do? What was he expecting himself to do? He let out another shaky breath, closing his eyes trying to steady it.

This was crazy. It was Jack. What did he have to be afraid of from Jack? Other than his libido. But that was just it. He wasn't afraid of what Jack wanted to do at all. He was more afraid of how much he wanted it. He hadn't wanted something, someone so much in as long as he could remember. This was worse than with Lisa. But Jack wasn't the same. Maybe it was a 51st century thing…with the pheromones and the crazy urges to kiss him in the middle of public places. After catching a weevil caught him by surprise, not that he complained mind.

He looked back at the stop watch. Two minutes. He groaned, running a hand through his hair and slamming his heel into the wall behind him. Why did he have to have said anything in the first place! He felt like he had to move them forward. Jack was deadset on going at Ianto's pace. So this was his fault. Bastard!

Reluctantly, he pushed away from the wall and started his journey up to Jack's office.

Jack wasn't sitting at his desk, instead leaning against it, smirking as he watched Ianto standing outside the door. As he crossed the threshold Ianto watched the stopwatch, "5…4…3…2…1."

"That's a bit…precise?" Jack's voice was filled with amusement.

"I thought you liked my timing." Ianto quipped.

Jack chuckled, "True."

Ianto stared at Jack for a moment, seeing that he wasn't going to move from that spot. Not yet anyway. The ball was still very much in Ianto's park. Ianto tried to steady his breathing.

"Did you ever meet Yvonne?" It was out of his moth before he could think.

Jack laughed, "Uh yeah. Why?"

"I was thinking about stuff downstairs. Figured you and her must've fought a lot." Ianto shrugged, trying to act like the same thoughts weren't going through both of their minds. Shut the fuck up Ianto and stop being so afraid of something you want so badly.

"Yep, fought all the time." Jack smirked over at Ianto, "Are you okay?"

Ianto stared at him for a moment, "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"We lost Suzie today. Again."

"Fair point. I don't know. I mean, I mourned for her when it happened the first time. This time, I didn't get attached enough for it to hurt so much. All we were doing was thinking of her as another case. You know?"

Jack nodded, taking a few tentative steps forward, "Yeah, you're right. I felt the same I guess. Still hurts. I killed her this time."

Ianto shook his head, "No you didn't."

"Yes I did. I put all those bullets in her."

"That did nothing. I'm the one who destroyed the glove. If anyone killed her, I did."

Jack sighed, "Why don't we just stick with 'Death by Torchwood'?"

Ianto hadn't noticed so much as feel Jack's arm snake around his waist while the other held his bicep, keeping him close. Ianto just nodded, feeling safer just for the warmth.

"So," Jack murmured, his eyes glinting with mischief, "Plenty of things to do with a stopwatch."

"Quite a list." Ianto repeated his earlier words.

"Have the list on you?" Jack smirked.

Ianto fumbled for ideas in his head. Think fast Ianto. You need to answer this! Now! For God's sake, leave it much longer and he'll take it the wrong way! "It's been misplaced."

"How about we forget the stopwatch?" Jack chuckled, seeing the reluctance in Ianto's eyes.

Ianto smiled, nodding. A weight had been lifted with those words. His hands came to hold Jack close to him. Those pheromones were wreaking havoc with his senses and for once, he wasn't caring.

"You sure, you want to do this Ianto?" Jack's voice was barely a whisper, dripping with care, "I don't want to rush you into anything."

"Jack, if we move at your pace, I'll be old and grey before we do anything." Ianto smirked as Jack chuckled, "I'm fine. I'm not a child, I can make my own decisions and I'm pretty sure this is one of them."

"If you were a child, we'd have a few problems."

Ianto laughed, "Good thing I'm not then."

"Can I ask you a question though?"

"Yeah…"

"Why'd you mention the stopwatch if you had no ideas?"

"Hey, I wasn't sure how to ask you and it just came out."

Jack laughed, "You are so unpredictable Ianto Jones."

"I thought you liked that about me." Ianto's eyebrow rose teasingly.

"I do."

"Good." And with that, Ianto pressed his lips to Jack's. The kiss started slow, testingly and mainly exploring. Ianto sighed happily, wondering why he had been so worried about this when this felt so right. Jack pushed him against a wall gently, putting more passion into the kiss. Ianto wasn't ready for the cold wall to hit his back, a contrast to the warm of the man in front of him. Jack's hands moved under Ianto's shirt and up his chest, never stopping the kiss.

Ianto pushed Jack away gently, "Slowly Jack."

"Sorry." Jack ran the pad of his thumb along Ianto's cheek, "Got a little carried away."

"We have all night. I know I want this, want you but please Jack, I need to do this slowly."

Jack smiled softly, "I can do slow."

"I certainly hope so." Ianto grinned, pulling Jack closer, their noses brushing.

"Perhaps we should move this down to my bunker."

"Perhaps we should." Ianto agreed, not moving.

"It would be more comfortable."

"Yes it would."

"Ianto?" Jack murmured, his lips brushing along the Welshman's jawline.

"Hmm?"

"The bunker is that way."

"Yes it is." Ianto smiled.

"So we should be moving that way." Jack chuckled.

"Give me a minute, I'll get there."

"If this is how slow you plan on taking the rest of the night…"

Ianto laughed, pressing his lips to Jack's, "You know it's not."

"Good because I don't think I could handle that kind of torture." Jack grinned.

Ianto chuckled, "Okay, come on." He pressed quick, taunting kisses to Jack's lips, "Get down there…I'll be...right behind you."

Jack smirked, moving down the ladder under his office. Ianto grinned as he watched the older man. He didn't know why he was so scared in the first place. Okay, that's not strictly true, he was still pretty damn scared about what would happen, but he wasn't nearly as worried as he once was. He didn't know why he hadn't had faith in Jack taking this at his pace in the first place. Jack was anything but thoughtless.

"Come on Ianto, don't make me beg!" He heard the older man's voice from the hole in the ground and chuckled.

Jack would wait. That was enough to tell Ianto that he was more amazing than he'd given him credit for and suddenly, that fear was crushed by the undeniable feeling of anticipation. He couldn't have gotten down that ladder fast enough.

A/N: The wait for this is over! Sorry, I went away for a while but I'm back with this for you :) Sorry about the delay on it. Please review.

Cheers,
Gabz
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