AN: Okay, this chapter is pretty long. But I lost internet connection most of this week so it kind of snowballed out of control. Do not get used to this...lol. Of course, if it was normal I would have split this into a good 2 or even 3 chapters. :D

Thanks to mama rocks for her awesome beta on this chapter as well as for the speed she finished at! For a long chapter she flew right through it! Also, her suggestions are priceless and really help this story along! :D

Also, thanks to silvercat63 for being my sounding board when I needed to bounce ideas!

Chapter 21 - Apologies and Aftermaths

Ianto groaned aloud the moment Jack tensed up beneath him. Obviously Jack had no intention of talking or apologising to him which meant he'd just made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He'd assumed that Jack was there because he felt something, even if it was infinitesimal, so he'd had no qualms about momentarily losing control. After all, Jack had practically been stalking him on a nightly basis, otherwise he couldn't figure out why the man would have bothered.

'What a bloody fool I am!' He thought angrily as he tried to pull away. 'When am I ever going to fucking learn that Jack only cares about what his dick wants? I'm going to go completely daft if I keep letting him do this to me.'

Jack's arms tightened around him, not allowing him to move and he suddenly lost what little patience he had left. He clenched his teeth, drawing his breath in a hiss between them as he pulled his head away from Jack's neck and glared down at him. His eyes narrowed in suspicion when he saw a cocky grin on Jack's face, the sight of it causing him to struggle harder. He felt Jack tighten his grip even further as he strained to hold onto him. Ianto growled deep in his throat and finally allowed his aggravation to overcome him.

"Bloody hell Jack! If you were looking to shag, you should have just gone out and picked up some idiot in a pub, instead of harassing me." he snapped in a low voice as he gave Jack a defiant stare.

"I wish you'd make up your fucking mind! Either you care about me, or you don't. Whatever the hell you finally decide, you better hope I'm still open to it when you figure it out!"

Jack's grin disappeared faster then he'd ever thought possible. Ianto was too livid to care. Instead he just pushed harder against Jack's chest, his fingers pressing viciously enough to bruise. He felt Jack's hands grasp each other behind his back, locking Ianto's body securely against his.

"Christ Ianto!" Jack shouted with frustration coating his voice.

"Would you please just stop for one God damn minute and let me explain!"

Ianto did stop struggling, but it was only because rage invaded every pore of his body. He stiffened against Jack as he closed his eyes and fought against the overwhelming urge to punch and kick his way out of the embrace. He was fairly certain that Jack wouldn't let him get away with doing anything like that again. Especially seeing as he no longer had the excuse of saving Lisa to explain it.

His eyelids flew back open in shock when Jack suddenly spoke in a low and pleading tone.

"Please Ianto. I can't change what's already happened and I'm sorry..."

His voice broke and Ianto felt all of the air leave his lungs in one great gasp when he saw glistening wetness around Jack's irises.

"I'm so fucking sorry. I'm tired of fighting with you. There's no way for me to promise that things won't get bad again, but please..."

Jack finally relaxed his grip and Ianto suddenly found he couldn't move, his muscles were frozen in disbelief. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a part of him was exhilarated, but it was buried underneath the absolutely stunned element that was telling him Jack couldn't possibly be serious. He vaguely realised he was shaking slightly and that he was staring down at the look on Jack's face, unabashedly and openly confused. His heart thundered in his chest, his eyes open wide from the way that the older man was looking at him so pleadingly.

He saw Jack's eyes light with triumph as he recognised that Ianto was no longer struggling, that he was simply too dumbfounded to even try. Jack smiled and relaxed his arms from around Ianto's body, his fingers running softly and slowly up Ianto's back in a delicate caress. When Jack's hands reached Ianto's neck he ran them gently down until he was cupping Ianto's chin in his palms. He leaned forward and hesitantly pressed a tender kiss against Ianto's lips, brushing against them lightly with his own. Before Ianto had time to react to the kiss Jack pressed against him and rolled both their bodies over.

Abruptly, Jack stood up and offered his hands down to Ianto. Their fingers curled around each others, gripping tightly as he allowed Jack to pull him upright. As soon as he was standing he relaxed his grip and tried to pull his hands free of the other man's. Jack, however, appeared to have something else in mind. He curved their linked hands around his back and pressed as closely to Ianto as he could, before leaning forward and nuzzling his lips against Ianto's neck.

Ianto sighed heavily at the feeling of Jack's lips ghosting over his skin, his eyelids fluttering closed. He felt Jack's tongue run over his neck, before he moved up and softly breathed into Ianto's ear. He knew that Jack was trying to distract him, but for the life of him, he couldn't find the will to resist the other man's touches, especially when he was being gentler then he'd ever been before. Normally when it came to Jack it was about heat and unbridled lust, not slow caresses.

However, he also knew that if he continued the way Jack was leading him, they'd only end up following where the constant sexual tension always seemed to lead them. Above all, he knew that he couldn't allow that to happen again. They needed to talk, to make sure that Jack wasn't going to pull the same shite he'd been pulling for the past few months.

He pulled away from Jack reluctantly, his eyes opening and focusing on the way the older man was staring at him. He saw a brief moment of uncertainty reflected in Jack's eyes, but it quickly disappeared and was replaced with a grin that lit up his whole face. Ianto tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There was something about the look in Jack's eyes that was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. It was certainly not something he'd been prepared for. There there was definitely a sparkle there, as well as a certain amount of an emotion Ianto could not quite place. If he didn't know any better, he would've sworn that Jack was almost looking at him with a hint of love.

Ianto shook his head lightly hoping that Jack wouldn't notice and took a step away from the other man, trying to free his hands at the same time. When Jack held them tightly, refusing to release his grip, Ianto rolled his eyes and worked the fingers of his left hand loose. He reached up and cupped Jack's cheek in his palm.

"Jack I need to pick up your coat. I cannot just leave it sitting on the floor all night. As it stands, I'll probably have to bring it in to get dry-cleaned before you can wear it again." He said in low almost soothing voice.

Jack grinned sheepishly at him and released his other hand in a hurried gesture. However, he didn't allow Ianto to gather his greatcoat. Instead he swooped down and picked up, then shook it out roughly, spattering water drops all over the carpet and walls. Ianto flinched as he heard the liquid splash around and realised that water had even managed to hit his bookshelf and sprinkle across the bindings of several books. He grumbled in exasperation as he reached over and snagged the coat out of Jack's hands. If he let the other man continue what he was doing, he was going to end up covering the whole bloody loft in water spots. He wasn't about to try to get those out of the walls. The paint on them was already so cheap that it practically soaked up dust and dirt all on its own.

Jack tilted his head down and looked at Ianto through his eyelashes with a contrite expression on his face. As Ianto walked towards the closet near the entrance of his loft he heard Jack's voice whisper just loud enough for him to hear it.

"Sorry."

Ianto sighed as he pulled out a hanger and arranged the coat on it. He looked around trying to find the best place to put it so that it could air out and hopefully dry without getting mouldy. Just as he was about to walk into the kitchen he felt Jack's arms wrap around his waist, one of his hands dipped under the jumper that Ianto was wearing and slid over the skin of his stomach.

"I really am sorry Ianto." Jack whispered in a low voice as his lips brushed softly over the back of Ianto's neck.

Ianto turned around, holding the hanger away from them and raised his eyebrow.

"You can stop saying that now Sir."

Jack sighed as he closed his eyes.

"No, I don't think I can. After what I've done to you, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to say it enough."

Ianto grasped Jack's hand in his and walked them both into the kitchen. He hung the hanger on the overhead light fixture and laid a towel beneath the coat so that it would catch the water still dripping from the fabric. As soon as he was certain it wasn't going to fall he turned around and seized Jack, pulling their bodies closely together. He moved until his back hit the counter and leaned against it heavily as he allowed Jack to settle further into his arms. Jack tried to lean forward to brush a kiss over his lips but Ianto pulled backwards and stared into his eyes. He knew that the best he could hope for would be that Jack actually listened to him, so what he said next, he tried to articulate with as steady a tone as possible.

"You don't need to keep apologising to me Jack. Once was enough, believe me. You are not the only one at fault here. After everything we've put each other through, I don't expect us to be contrite for the rest of our lives."

Ianto heard his voice crack, almost stuttering as he spoke and cleared his throat before he continued.

"Can we at least try to be honest with one another? Can't we just start over and both admit we were wrong on equally different aspects?"

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Jack stared at Ianto, his head tilted slightly to the side in confusion. He felt as if he'd just been clubbed aside the head with a very large rubber mallet. If he didn't know any better, he could've sworn Ianto had just given him a subtle, yet decisive, ultimatum.

He focussed his eyes over Ianto's shoulder and stared at the wall as he tried to come up with an answer to Ianto's question. Despite how much he'd like to, he couldn't just let Ianto get away with what he had done when he'd hidden Lisa. What he had done to Ianto did not compare, he had disturbed the younger man's peace of mind, not risked his life. Ianto had put the whole team in danger.

However, Tosh had probably been right when she told him that the reason he was so hurt in the first place was because he had trusted Ianto and the young man had hurt him on a personal level. He had told Ianto he'd forgiven him, a mere two days after Lisa had died, but if he was honest with himself, forgiveness hadn't come on that quickly. He still occasionally lamented the appalling outcome of his own failure to notice Ianto's betrayal. If he agreed with Ianto's terms he knew he would actually have to let the whole thing go once and for all.

There was also the issue that he had been the first one to shoot Lisa. Ianto still hadn't even acknowledged or confronted him about it. Either he didn't want to admit it, or he was completely blocking it out. Either way, he was certain that the young man wasn't going to be able to accept whatever it was that they were starting until he actually recognised all parts of it.

Without saying a word he pulled away from Ianto. He ignored the brief flash of hurt reflected on the young man's face as he took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. If anything, it would at least give him a few more minutes to think about the choices he was given. The moment he reached the room he began to undress, dropping his clothes in a messy pile on the floor. As he was tugging his still damp undershirt over his head he felt Ianto's arms wrap around his waist stopping him from going any further.

'What the fuck did I do now?' he thought with a hint of annoyance.

Ianto gripped him tightly in his arms as he heard the young man's voice whisper in his ear.

"Just because I lost control once, doesn't mean I will again. I can't let you continue until I know what your answer is."

He turned around abruptly, his arms wrapping around Ianto's waist as he pulled him in and grazed his lips across Ianto's. Without even realising it, he knew he'd already made a choice. He needed Ianto in his life. If he'd learned anything from the hell he'd gone through over the past three days it was that one single fact.

Jack ran his hands under Ianto's jumper, letting his fingers stroke over the soft skin stretched over hard muscle. He felt Ianto's abdomen tighten at the caress before relaxing into it. He stared into Ianto's questioning gaze, the blue-grey eyes causing his heart to skip a beat.

"I could use a shower. What about you?" he said as he started to tug the garment up Ianto's body and over his head.

"Jack..."

"For Christ's sake Ianto! Yes! Is that good enough for you? Now would you just get undressed already? I'm standing here in front of you, my trousers sticking rather uncomfortably to my crotch and nearly freezing my bum off because my clothes are still slightly damp. Would I be here if I didn't agree with you?" Jack said with more annoyance then he'd intended.

"Now, can we go and take a shower or do I have to drag you in there with all of your clothes still on?"

Ianto yanked away from Jack, anger radiating from the action and completely evident in the way his eyes narrowed. His back hit the edge of the bedroom door and slammed it shut. Jack sighed and stepped forward, effectively trapping the young man against the door. He placed his hands on the frame and leant in until their foreheads were pressed together.

"Ianto?" he said low, his eyes closing in contrite exasperation at himself.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose my temper. There are some things that can't be forgotten. Instead of letting them go, maybe we should try to build from them."

Jack heard Ianto sigh just before he felt arms wrap around his waist tentatively.

"Why are we even bothering Jack? How are we supposed to get past everything that's happened? Do you have any idea how confusing it is for me to look at you and realise that I'm actually attracted to you? How about the fact that we keep misinterpreting or assuming the wrong thing whenever one of says or does anything?"

Jack heard Ianto's voice break and he opened his eyelids as he released the doorframe, then grasped the young man's chin in his palms again. He gazed at Ianto's eyes, only mildly shocked to see unshed tears filling them. Ianto tried to turn his head, but Jack tightened his fingers, not allowing him to pull his face away.

"Ianto, we need to stop assuming that we both have a motive for everything we say or do. I don't expect you to know what's in my mind so I'll start by saying that I am here because you're becoming rather important to me. Now, just to clear things up..."

He released Ianto completely and took a step away from him, pulling out of the young man's arms.

"I'm not in love with you. I don't think you'd believe me even if I said I was and I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Whatever this is between us, even if it's just attraction, can still be something unique. There are emotions involved. Is that something you think you can handle?"

He saw Ianto exhale deeply then step forward, his gaze never leaving Jack's face as he nodded almost imperceptibly. Jack smiled cockily as he reached forward and grabbed Ianto, drawing their lips together in a quick almost perfunctory kiss before stepping away and running his gaze slowly up and down Ianto's body in a near visual caress.

His voice was rough with emotion as he spoke in a low voice that barely resonated enough for Ianto to hear.

"Now, take off your clothes."

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Ianto swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling very dry. Just the way Jack had told him to disrobe was enough to make all of his senses suddenly go completely haywire. His cock hardened imperceptibly fast, enough to cause sweat to break out over his forehead. Instead of following Jack's orders he held out his hand in invitation. He tried not to show how nervous he was suddenly feeling but the obvious shaking in his hand gave his otherwise calm demeanour away.

Jack looked at him questioningly for a moment before reaching out and intertwining their fingers. Ianto wanted to explain what he was thinking, but he knew if he attempted to talk he would have a hard time trying to find his voice. He grasped Jack's hand tightly in his own, then turned away and led Jack into the bathroom, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.

Even though the wristband had allowed for him to see Jack nude, he never really realised the implications of what that meant until he released the other man's hand and he started to take off the rest of his clothes. When Jack dropped his trousers onto the floor, Ianto felt warmth flood his cheeks. He turned away and slowly began to disrobe. Jack didn't say anything about his obvious embarrassment, but both it and his own arousal were quite evident.

Ianto heard the taps turn on in the shower behind him and hesitated as he started to release the catch fully on his own trousers. He knew Jack had already seen him nude many times, but the fact that they weren't in the middle of any type of sexual act made it feel completely different. His whole body began to shake slightly harder at the knowledge that Jack was probably watching him undress.

Suddenly, Ianto heard the sound of water being interrupted, as if someone had stepped into the shower. He turned around to see Jack standing under the flow of water with his head dropped forward, his eyes closed, and his hands resting in front of him on the wall. The sight of Jack so unabashedly putting himself on display was just enough to make Ianto smile as his nervousness abruptly disappeared. He gazed at him through the clear door whilst quickly divulging the rest of his clothes in an untidy heap next to Jack's, not even remotely caring about how wrinkled or messy they would become.

Jack turned around the moment he climbed in behind him, his eyes opening and a small smile flitting over his face. Ianto pressed his body close to Jack's allowing the hot water to flow over both of them as he pulled the older man's mouth to his own in a harsh almost brutal kiss. Their mouths sealed together and Ianto flicked his tongue out, tasting the unique flavour that seemed to be even more potent than the smell of Jack's pheromones. Their bodies slid together wetly causing his cock to harden even further. Ianto felt Jack's answering hardness thrust against his own and groaned as he propelled his hips forward.

Jack pulled away from him suddenly, and Ianto couldn't stop a moan of displeasure form escaping his lips. Jack grinned at him, his eyes sparkling wickedly as he reached for one of the bottles on the corner shelve.

"It's a shower Ianto." He heard Jack say with amusement coating his voice.

Ianto arched his eyebrow and pulled Jack away from the flow of water before sliding around him so that he was under it. He laughed as Jack rolled his eyes.

"What? It's too bloody cold standing there while you hog all the hot water. I'm just trying to teach you to share."

Jack poured some shampoo into his hands, chuckling as he reached up and began to massage the liquid into Ianto's hair. Ianto groaned and dropped his head forward allowing Jack to have easier access as he relaxed into the touch and let the aroma of his shampoo wash over him. He leaned forward, closing his eyes and rested his arms around Jack's torso, breathing in deeply when the smell of Jack's skin hit his senses as well. They stayed that way for a moment, Ianto allowing every touch and scent to invade his mind, until he was nearly lax against Jack.

He was so tranquil that he nearly jumped when Jack chuckled under his breath.

"Ianto is this shampoo coffee scented or am I just imagining it because I haven't had your coffee in so long?"

Ianto cracked open his eye and grinned at Jack with amusement.

"Well, yeah. You know how much I love my coffee."

Jack shook his head groaning lightly at the same time, then pushed Ianto backwards.

"And I thought you smelling like that or my craving coffee whenever I got around you was just because you spent so much time making it. Now, close your eyes and tilt your head back."

Ianto barely had enough time to do as Jack said before the water was running over his head and down his back. He only stayed that way for a few moments before Jack managed to flip their bodies around so that he was once again dominating the showerhead. The cold air hit his back and Ianto shivered for a second as Jack grabbed a cloth, pouring a generous amount of body wash onto it. Jack worked it into a lather then reached forward to run it slowly and softly over Ianto's body.

Ianto sighed, letting Jack move him around as he washed him. His erection had dissipated when he'd relaxed while Jack was washing his hair, but began to swell again in response to the feel of the cloth. Jack teased at his nipples, running over each one several times in a circular movement. Ianto felt his body flush, warming up perceptibly with every movement of Jack's hands over his skin.

Jack growled, the sound resonated from deep in his chest as he pulled Ianto forward, letting the water wash the soap away from his chest. Ianto began to laugh, the sound changing abruptly into a moan as Jack dropped the cloth and dipped his head, taking one of his nipples into his mouth. Jack suckled at the hard nub, his teeth gripping it lightly as his tongue flicked out several times. He released it and licked a path over to the other one, giving it the same treatment as the first.

Ianto cried out, his head arching back in pleasure as he reached up and grasped Jack's hair twining it tightly between his fingers. He closed his eyes and felt the sensations overtake his body, bright lights flashing behind his lids.

"Jack..." he moaned, the word escaping his mouth in a near yelp as he felt Jack bite down a little harder than he had previously.

Jack's mouth travelled up his body and he groaned as he felt their skin slide against one another's. He couldn't stand still any longer. His hands reached out to grasp Jack's body, running over every part that he could reach. He ran his hand down Jack's back, resting it on the upper curve of Jack's arse whilst pulling their groins tightly against one another and luxuriating in the feel of their hard cocks sliding together.

Jack captured his lips, his tongue thrusting roughly against Ianto's before he pulled away.

"Christ Ianto. I want to fuck you so God damn bad. I need to be inside of you."

Ianto felt his body freeze and almost groaned as Jack began to pull away from him. He held on tightly not allowing the other man to move as he stared at Jack with what he hoped was a pleading look.

"Not yet Jack. I'm...I'm not ready for that."

Jack relaxed back into his arms, his eyes full of understanding and Ianto felt the air catch in his lungs. After all of the arguing they had been through, he was terrified that Jack wouldn't understand.

"It's okay, I'm flexible." Jack said as his hands ran over Ianto's arse and around his thighs.

"I need you Ianto. God, just fuck me. I don't care."

Ianto felt Jack's hand wrap around his cock and he groaned as he began to pump it in his fist. He struggled to concentrate, knowing that there was something he needed to say, but with every slick pump of Jack's hand he found it harder to think. He opened his eyes, not able to remember the moment he'd closed them as he finally figured out what he was trying to get out.

"We don't have any..."

Ianto gasped as Jack suddenly twisted his hand down on his cock and ran his thumb over the head,

"oh fuck, Jack. We need lube."

Jack grinned, keeping his hand moving as he used the other one to pull one of Ianto's hands away from his own arse. He released it and picked up the shampoo bottle, pouring a liberal amount into his open palm. Ianto released Jack completely and worked the liquid into a lather as Jack turned away from him and leaned forward with his head pressed against the wall. Ianto stared as the water cascaded down Jack's lean body, sluicing its way over the muscles and hard planes.

'I knew he was fucking gorgeous, but bloody hell. Why did I never pay attention when we were in bed before?' He thought as he moved his hand down the same path as the water.

He ran his fingers over Jack's arse, parting the cheeks until he could see the crinkled opening between them. He heard Jack groan as his fingertip teased hesitantly over it, brushing the opening with soft strokes. Jack arched his back and groaned loudly as he tried to thrust into Ianto's tantalising touch.

"Christ Ianto..." Jack panted heavily against the wall, "you really are a fucking tease sometimes."

Ianto grinned wickedly, then sank his finger fully into Jack's body all the way down to his knuckle. He moaned as Jack's body gripped his finger tightly, wrapping around it. He didn't give Jack a chance to adjust to the invasion as he pulled back then thrust in again, adding another finger beside the first. He felt Jack shudder as he released a harsh moan that echoed throughout the shower. Ianto gasped suddenly at the sound, his cock throbbing as need filled him so heavily that he lost his breath.

He leaned forwards and began to kiss his way across Jack's back, his hand moving in and out of Jack's body, gaining speed with each thrust of his fingers. He pulled back out fully one more time and thrust into the tight warmth adding a third finger and twisting them at the same time. Jack jumped under his mouth, shuddering as his hands scrabbled against the wall of the shower. Ianto nearly laughed as Jack began to undulate against his fingers, almost as if he was trying to get him to speed up.

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Jack groaned again, his mind swirling as pleasure invaded his entire body. Every time that Ianto's fingers entered his body he brushed against his prostate. It was nearly enough to make him start jabbering with nonsensical words. He knew that Ianto had been uncertain earlier, but it was obvious the young man was quickly becoming a natural at having sex with him.

Ianto pulled his fingers out suddenly and he felt the heavy weight of the young man's body covering his back. Ianto's arm wrapped around his torso, his fingers tweaking Jack's nipples while his other stroked over his shoulders. Jack dropped one of his hands down and reached back to grab Ianto's erection, guiding it into his body. The thick cock pressed into him at a steady pace, stretching and sliding, making him moan with satisfaction.

Jack wanted to push back, to twist into each plunge, but there was a deeper more innate need to let Ianto take control. He felt a slight shiver of pleasure run through his body as Ianto pulled out, then thrust back into his body. He was moaning heavily, gasping for breath. Just as he was about to whimper Ianto rested completely against him and began to thrust shallowly in and out of his body, suddenly hitting his prostate with each press forward.

Jack moaned loudly and felt his body shudder as he squeezed down around Ianto's cock. He heard Ianto gasp and placed his palms flat against the wall, bracing himself, just as Ianto pulled back and thrust into him hard and fast. Ianto's hands moved up and gripped his shoulders, pulling him backwards as he sped up and began to pummel into him, each time dragging the glans of his cock over his sweet spot.

"God Ianto, yes! Just like that!" he hadn't meant to scream, but the moment he did, Ianto shuddered against him and sped up impossibly faster.

He heard the young man groaning behind him, the sound of their skin hitting wetly against one another's. In a moment of sheer clarity he realised the water was growing cold around them and had just enough presence of mind to reach down and twist the taps off. He gripped them firmly in his grasp as he finally gave in to the urge to thrust backwards.

He needed to come, more than anything. He could feel his body seizing up, so close to edge, but it wasn't nearly enough. He bucked and shuddered into each thrust, Ianto's breathy moans echoing closely near his ear. He wanted to grasp his cock in his hand but he couldn't seem to release one of the taps in order to do so.

He heard Ianto moan behind him, his body stuttering and his thrusts becoming uneven. Just as he was about to groan in frustration Ianto released one of his shoulders, curved his hand around Jack's waist and gripped his erection tightly in his fist. Ianto leant forwards and ran his tongue lightly over the outer edge of Jack's ear, and Jack couldn't take anymore. He thrust forward, his eyes clenching tightly shut as he moaned out his pleasure, coming all over Ianto's hand and the wall of the shower.

Ianto was still thrusting heavily into him. He released Jack's cock and grasped his hips tightly in his hands before burying himself deep into his body. He ground forward, trying to get even deeper as Jack felt the erection throb inside of him, just before the warm wetness coated his insides.

"Oh God Jack." Ianto cried out as he collapsed against Jack's back, panting heavily.

Jack just barely managed to hold them both up, allowing Ianto time to recover. After a few moments he felt Ianto withdraw from his body and he turned around, pulling the young man's lips to his own, kissing him deeply. Ianto moaned into his mouth, his body resting lax against Jack's.

Jack pulled back and grinned at Ianto before turning back to the taps and restarting the water. He washed himself and Ianto as quickly as possible in the lukewarm water before turning them back off and helping Ianto step out of the shower.

Ianto was completely out of it, his body clearly showing exhaustion, as Jack reached into a cupboard and pulled out a towel. He almost laughed with amusement when Ianto's legs gave way beneath him and he had to grip the counter.

"Did I wear you out Ianto?" he said as he began to dry the young man's body.

Ianto looked at him lazily, his eyelids half closed. He'd never seen the young man look so sedated or relaxed in the entire time he'd known him. Jack felt a thrill of pleasure run through him as he realised he had been the one to do that. He was nearly as exhausted as Ianto, but he knew he was hiding it a mite better than the young man.

"Aren't you supposed to be the one who gets worn out? You are older than me you know." Ianto said suddenly, his smile growing even wider.

"Really Ianto? Do you want to go another round?" Jack replied with a hint of sarcasm that was completely ruined by the smirk covering his lips.

Ianto took the towel out of his hands and began to dry off Jack's body as he chuckled knowingly towards him. Jack stared at him innocently, his eyes open wide at the sound of Ianto's laughter. It had been so long since he'd heard anything sound so remotely honest as that chuckle come from Ianto. Inwardly, he made a sudden vow to try to get Ianto to laugh like that more often.

"Nice try, but you're tired. I can see it in your eyes. Can we go to bed now?" Ianto said as he dropped the damp towel next to their wrinkled clothing on the floor.

Jack laughed, grasping Ianto's hands and pulled him towards the bedroom. Ianto was just about to climb into the bed completely nude when Jack cleared his throat and stopped him from going any further. Ianto turned towards him, his eyebrow raised in question to see Jack holding out the cotton pyjama bottoms that he'd tossed towards him earlier.

"Really Jack? Why?" He said, his head tilted slightly, his eyes showing a hint of confusion.

Jack tossed them to him and walked over to the wardrobe, getting out another pair of pyjama bottoms and yanked them over his body. He turned to see Ianto had pulled on the other pair and walked over to the young man kissing him gently before answering his question.

"Because Ianto, the next time you see me nude, I'll be fucking you. I'll push my cock so far into your body that, you'll forget who you are, where you are, and probably your own damn name."

Jack grinned at him wickedly, his eyes sparkling with insinuation as his voice dropped to a low growl.

"Above all, you'll be begging me to do it. I promise you that."

He couldn't stop a wicked chuckle from escaping as Ianto's mouth dropped open in shock. He saw the young man's eyes grow wide at his words, his breathing suddenly shallow and harsh. It seemed to take a minute or two before he was able to focus enough to shake his head in astonishment. He turned away from Jack and slid smoothly into the bed. Jack climbed in next to him a little unsure at whether or not Ianto still wanted him there. He'd expected some kind of snarky response but the young man still had yet to say anything.

His uncertainty disappeared when Ianto curled around him, his head resting on Jack's chest. Jack felt his heart speed up as Ianto sighed and relaxed further into him, his ear pressed flush against it. He tried to fight against the exhaustion that was invading his mind, but three days with hardly any sleep were definitely catching up to him. Just as he was about to drift off he heard Ianto mutter something against his chest. It took him a few moments to figure out what the young man said, but as soon as he did he felt another low laugh rumble from his lungs.

"You're going to have to try a lot harder, Sir. Seduction only works for so much, and I'm not normally the begging type."

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TBC

AN: So, reviews are highly appreciated if you're willing to take the time! Hope the chapter was worth the wait! :D