14

It was a new place, one they had never been to before and Jack felt it was right for this first date… not a date… meeting away from Rhiannon's glare and the kids possibly careening in before Jack had the time to be right, get himself correct, for a meeting with his son. Yes. A meeting to agree to the ground rules for their future dealing with one another and their co-parenting agreement. Right? Not a date at all. That Ianto had agreed was enough to make Jack's stomach flip-flop all fucking day.

Ianto looked like dessert, the dark chocolate suit dripping off him, with the burnt orange shirt both pimping and totally unexpected. He looked Gangster. Jack swallowed hard as Ianto started to walk towards him with that long limbed gait that was so unmistakable.

They ordered and then started with small talk, nothing big the big things could wait, for now it was important to get …comfortable. Finally Ianto did what he had always done, reaching out to place the salad from beside his plate beside Jack's instead while taking some extra fries.

Jack felt relief.

"So. He knows you are here, knows there is something going on and I have told him it's your job. A secret mission kinda thing and soon you will be able to meet him" Ianto said as he dabbed at the corner of his mouth.

"Every time you send them to their bedrooms, they must know something is up" Jack agreed.

"Well, if not that then Rhiannon's roaring after you leave is a dead giveaway. Like I need any relationship advice form her, ta muchly" Ianto snorted and Jack saw that Ianto had not changed a bit. He was still bloody pigheaded and wonderful.

Conversation was light and calm, agreeing to a play-date with Jack and Mac, including the other kids so Mac felt safe. In time, hopefully… he would see Jack as someone to trust.

After they ate the music started and Jack was worried he might get turned down but Ianto agreed to a dance, moving onto the dance floor with such ease that others were soon watching the two men who clearly had done this so many times that their dipping, weaving and bobbing was in sync.

Then Jack's driver drove him home and they stood on the doorstep Jack hoped for a kiss goodnight. Something, a sign.

He did not expect to be invited in, or the man he desired to not walk to the kitchen for a nightcap but instead tell him to send the car away as he calmly walked down the hallway to the bedroom beyond without a backward glance. Jack was not sure if this was some sort of test but… damn. He had been tenting all night and if he tried to be all gentlemanly here he might kill himself.

"Ianto… I…"

"Shut up and fuck me" Ianto said as he closed the door like he was trapping an easily spooked horse in the room "I've not had sex in six years. Six bloody years and the only man I ever want to rock my world is a first class prick that is right now… here. No strings, no promises just one night."

"So just sex. No making love? What do you think I am here, a blood sex toy to…"

Ianto slammed his mouth over Jack's to silence the stupid spluttering of an overly nervous and clearly slightly aroused man, pushing him back to the bed where they wrestled and ground for a while, dick to dick with bloody infuriating fabric between them. Finally they were naked… no they don't really remember that part either and we know that was not important … what is important is that they both found the same tempo they used to have rather quickly and muscle memory is a wonderful thing when your actual brain is starved of oxygen due to blood loss to their… ah… regions.

Jack's dick was soooo happy.

Afterwards, they lay there panting heavily, both drenched with seat, cum and some rather good lube Ianto had not expected to tingle like that, looking at the ceiling.

"Tell me your parents did not bonk in this bed" Ianto said after a while and Jack find himself roaring with mirth.

"To be honest Tiger, I don't' think they did it after Rose was born." Jack laughed happily "Even then… the love was gone."

"Stay."

"OK"

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"So that's all you have to say?" Anna gaped at Morgan who was rising from his chair like he was going to leave, then he hesitated and looked back at her.

"What more is there to say? I want my money and I want gone. You got what you wanted now let's be done with this!" Morgan demanded.

"OK, wait there" she rose and walked upstairs to the bedroom and crouched by the safe in the back of her walk-in closet. Franklin let her keep the house and all of the things in it bar a few items in the will listed for specific people. She had made sure to check, any money or such left in the house was hers too. Archie had even rolled his eyes.

Had he known that this safe she kept her jewelry in and important papers also had a substantial stack of bound bills in it, he might have hesitated but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Right?

Anna reached in to pull out a nice wad of cash when something caught her eye. In the back of the safe, rolled in a piece of cloth, was his old revolver. A Webley. A stupid antique thing he has had since … well… the boys were born. He loved cleaning it, going to the range with it. Even had her learn how to fire the damned thing.

She looked at it for a long time and then knew how to fix things.

"Morgan, I have one last request" she said as she re-entered the kitchen dressed to go out in sensible shoes "Take me to where you took those stills of the boy. Where you crouched and they could not see you. I will watch them my own damned self!"

Morgan nodded as he saw the bundle of cash in her hand.

One last job.

What could it hurt?