7

Ianto turned from the files and Jack seized him, slamming him back against the cabinet as his hands slid over his suit. Ianto was surprised and it took a lot to surprise him these days. Mind you … the Captain sure did know this place like the back of his hand, managing to sneak in on him. A rarity that amused Ianto as he raised his hands out in a crucifix position to allow the frisk.

Finally Jack looked into those twinkling eyes "Ianto? Your last physical … did Owen check your eyesight?"

"Indeed he did" Ianto giggled against his will as fingers slid inside the waistcoat at the waist, creeping around the band of his pants. "You know Captain … that tickles."

"I didn't know you were ticklish" Jack paused "You never … ah. A diversionary tactic Mister Jones? Ha … I shall … HA!"

Jack pulled the frames from the jacket pocket, right where he knew they were and stepped back to examine them. Ianto felt instant loss as Jack turned from him and he let his arms fall to his sides. I mean … ok… it was a bit too much to hope for that Jack might have actually been playing but… really? We are gonna do this dance now? So brutally?

Jack placed the glasses on and blinked a few times, looking around the room, at Ianto and then at his own hand. Moving his hand up and down with a frown. "I don't see anything different."

"It's is a mild prescription. A grade 1. Here, look at this" Ianto handed over a field and Jack looked at it, noting that the words were slightly shadowed and smeared.

"Oh" he removed the frames, handing them back "I never saw you with them before. Do you wear contacts?"

Ianto accepted them and placed them back in his pocket "I usually do without them but as we have had a few late ones my eyes are strained. I only need a little extra help when feeling strained."

"I see" Jack looked at Ianto thoughtfully, and then stepped close once more, looking deep into his eyes. "You know … your eyes really do glint like they are made of glass."

"I am not sure if that is a compliment or not" Ianto frowned as he stared back without blinking "I shall choose to ignore it completely."

"Ignoring things seems to have been a theme here in the past maybe we…." Jack's train of thought fled as Ianto slammed their mouths together and kissed him. It was frantic, violent and so strong that Jack came back to himself against the filing cabinet he had Ianto pinned to mere moments… or a kiss before. The frames from Ianto's' pocket were in Jack's hand once more as he struggled to regain control.

"Careful" Ianto whispered his cheek against Jack's and the breath in Jack's ear so gentle "We were doing so well there for a moment Sir. Almost… oh well."

Ianto sighed, letting his forehead fall against Jack's breathing him in before he stepped back "Sorry. I find it hard to ignore you. For all the things overlooked and … worked around … you Sir … are my Achilles heel. Just as well it didn't mean anything. Right?"

"Right" Jack said with a sneer "Just another shag."

"Right" Ianto grimaced "And if you will excuse me… I can hear Owen doing that high pitched scream that means he needs a fresh coffee."

Jack seized Ianto's arm, pulling him back to him and kissing him again, this time holding on for grim life as Ianto seemed to struggle, then respond. The two men now pressing against one another like their lives depended on it and it was Ianto who broke the hold first, panting as he wrenched himself away and staggered back to slam against the shelving, his hand sliding around the back of his neck as he blinked furiously.

"Christ… you …. Stop it!" Ianto spluttered "That…that was….."

"Nice? Unexpected? Hot? Sexy?" Jack offered some appropriate words, opening his mouth for more suggestions when Ianto cut him off.

"Cruel" Ianto said softly "You are an incredibly cruel man sometimes Captain Harkness."

Jack's mouth slowly shut as he looked at Ianto with shock, that word not one he had expected to hear. Neither did he expect to see Ianto unsettled, yanking at his clothing like a ruffled crow trying to fix his feathers.

Yes. Jack thought of him like that. Not always a sexy tiger slinking bout … on rare occasion that dark brooding glare could cut through concrete. Right now, it was directed at him. "Ianto….I…."

"YOU wanted this kept professional. You gave me the ultimatum, including that part where you said you would NEVER trust me again. Said I was totally unshaggable now you knew my true colours? So what is this? A test? A joke? Hmmmm? You trying to….to….to…tease me? What? Fuck you. Fuck you and the Chula Ship you rode in on. You were a con man then and you are a con man now … I will not be your mark sir. No. You made a fool of me already and …..no! Fuck! You Beroffit"

Ianto swung around the shelving an ran from the room as Jack stood frozen to the spot, the soft vowels he loves so much had morphed into something older, broader and he knew somewhere in there Ianto had switched to another language in his anger.

Jack knew it well.

Mind … he hadn't heard it in a while and was now wondering how often Ianto spoke Gaelic. So much softer than Welsh.

Mind … the 'Beroffit' at the end had been the most surprising thing of all.

Jack knew that word too. It means Bastard.

In Boeshanninan.

Wait … Chula ship?

What?