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Jack had never seen Ianto so nervous. He knew he hated these things and it was a special favour to him that Ianto had even agreed to come and now as they exited the limousine Ianto checked his tie once again.

"Come on love. You look fantastic. I cannot wait to unwrap you later" Jack said as he walked with him and found himself sliding his eyes down that cut of those trousers. Damn if Ianto hadn't outdone himself with the new fall collection.

"Just a few hours, right?" Ianto asked softly.

"Long enough for everyone to see us there and then home to the mansion" Jack said in a silly voice as Ianto slapped at him and laughed softly, put at ease. God he hates rich people… even more now that he was REALLY officially one. God. A multibillionaire… he still drove the same car for fucksake. The only thing he really stepped up were his suits now he owned the clothing line he openly designed, he wore it every day. He liked to look handsome, he liked the way Jack looked at his handsome arse and above all… Ianto loved the way Jack looked in it too.

Tonight they both wore pieces from the new fall collection not yet in stores. They looked like sex in wool and silk and they both knew it, the matching waistcoats with the deep silk backing that matched the jacket lining which popped as they walked and the jackets flew back, the gunmetal grey material seemingly quiet until the linings were exposed.

They entered the gala event and everyone turned to watch them walk in unison like soldiers, their footfalls in such synchronicity that they took breaths away with each step.

"Jack!" people were calling out with delight as they all rushed to greet him and Ianto found himself pushed back from the surge. He retreated to the bar and got a drink, setting on a stool to watch the Jack Harkness show. Man, that guy can schmooze.

"Nice suit"

Ianto tuned on the stool to find a man stranding directly behind him with a couple of women hanging off him… like… one for each arm I guess. Of course he was staring at Ianto's current line, the most expensive one. He looked like that and a packet of crisps that he portably had in his back pocket too.

"Thank you"

"Is it the Smithson Jones Label?" the man reached out and… yeah… he fucking touched it. Picked up the lapel to smooth his fingers over "Wow… soft."

"Angora."

"Hmmm. I've not seen this on the sample racks… Velma, did you see this on the back racks? You know… I sell this line" the man said and Ianto felt a bristle deep down in his gut that this man was selling his line and making it sound like it was a big fucking deal. Like the other few hundred stores that were allowed part of his collection in their catalogues along with his OWN fucking boutiques were not as important. Yeah. Ianto hated him now.

"Please do not touch me" Ianto said in a low dangerous tone that had Jack stalling out nearby to turn and watch him rise from the stool, stepping back to distance himself from the man's touch.

"Oh come on darling, a pretty clotheshorse like you must be used to getting appreciative looks. Tell me, how the hell did you get one of the new line when it is not even sampled to the stores yet? Hmmm? Tell me handsome… who you gotta fuck to get a suit like that?" the man leered. "Letting the lower ranks in here because they are all gussied up like a prized pig?"

Jack was by Ianto's side within seconds, a possessive arm around him as he grinned at the man and looked at the two women with him "Derek. Hello fucker, who let the riffraff in tonight?"

"Jackson. Of course… look at you… also in the new line?"

"Oh… yes!" Jack leered as he stepped in to the main thoroughfare making everyone near them quiet down and turn to watch him put on a show. Jack twirled and let the jacket rise to show that he wore a midnight blue with a soft pastel blue shirt, the popping was amazing as he then slid off the jacket like a striptease, flicking it at Ianto before turning to strut the floor like a fucking god.

"Oh my word"

More than one person wolf-whistled as and one called out "Hey Jackson… what is that design called?"

Ianto took a deep breath and said loudly "That is the 'Harkness Happenin' and due out in stores in a month. I am wearing the signature Burgundy and gold of the Smithson Jones line but Jack here… well… he gets his own colour wheel and all those designs in the traditional colours are also now going to be available in the Harkness Colours of blue and silver too."

"Holly hell Jack… let me see your arse? God, look how it hugs those curves!"

Ianto placed the Jacket on the stool and after considering he slid off his own coat suit jacket to walk over and join Jack in the limelight, feeling so naked.

"Now see this?" Jack asked, his hand sliding over Ianto's lower back "This is what I call huggable. Isn't he gorgeous?"

"Well… that's you Jack. Always finding the pretty ones" someone else laughed and Ianto swung to look at them, suddenly transformed into the handsome devil he can be as he honed in on the man who was no longer leering. Oh yes… someone used to model the line in his teen years too.

"And you never know… I might forgive his paltry bank account too." Ianto growled. Everyone roared with mirth at the joke as they all knew Jack had millions in his accounts.

Jack laughed the most, the only other one there that knew the man they were all looking down at while admiring his clothing line was the ONLY multibillionaire in the room.

Yes… slumming it indeed Derek.