Ianto sat with a coffee as Mills looked at him over the rim of her glasses. She had been pleased he had taken her advice and worn red.

'So, are you cooking him dinner tonight?'

'Yes mammy.'

She grinned. 'God I've missed you Toes.'

'You saw me yesterday, I even cooked your favourite meal.'

'Yes.' She nodded indulgently. 'But that wasn't you, this is you. Wearing colour and smiling with your eyes and not just painting on what you think others need to see.'

'I wasn't sure it still isn't too soon...' He trailed off as she frowned at him. 'Okay, but no one else can tell someone how to grieve or how long for.'

'Who said that?'

'I'm not sure, but she looked remarkably like you.'

'If she did it was a year ago when she said it.' She smiled as he laughed softly, she'd missed her friend and was glad she'd been here to see him come back. 'So, you are cooking him dinner aren't you.'

'Yep.'

'Excellent, well I expect a full progress report. I fly home soon, since I've done everything I can from here.'

'What were the odds that you would be in Cardiff right when my new employer needed a forensic accountant.'

She leaned across the table, her voice low. 'Its because I set everything in motion four years ago just so this would happen now.'

Ianto groaned as he rolled his eyes. 'Don't let Jack hear you say that.'

'Say what?' Jack grinned as they both spun around to look at him. He walked up behind Ianto and put his hands on the man's shoulders. It seemed okay for him to indulge in a display of public affection in front of Mills. 'Should I be checking your background out too Mills?'

She smiled at Jack. 'You can try. You may find you get even less information back than you did on Toes here.'

'Another unremarkable life then.'

She nodded. 'Something like that. I spoke with Nigel this morning, he tracked the deposits in the bank account in John's name. They were all came from the same company. I've given the name to Tosh to look into.'

'The name?'

'Ricettazione Inc.'

Ianto put his coffee down and laughed softly. 'Really?'

Jack looked confused. 'What's the joke?'

Ianto shook his head. 'That has to be wrong.' He watched as Mills shook her head.

'I know right, but it's the name of the company that made the payments into the bank account in John's name.'

'I still don't get it.'

Ianto turned to Jack. 'I translate ricettazione from Italian to mean stolen. I'm not fluent mind, but I'm sure a google search would agree.'

'I am going to need a holiday after this. I'll call Andy and let him know, maybe they can interrogate a confession from the woman.' He walked away as he pulled his phone out.

Mills grinned at Ianto. 'I thought it was rather ironic myself.'

'Yes but you also love zombie films, so your sense of humour is hardly straight or reliable.'

'Oh really, look who's talking Mr I have every Pixar film ever released on DVD. Or have you made the move to blue ray now?'

'Still on DVD. And I don't have every film they've released.'

'I highly doubt that.'

They laughed together.

'I have to go soon, it's been great seeing you again, and hopefully next time I can visit and have an actual holiday.' She rose to leave and Ianto met her in a hug. 'Stay yourself my friend.'

Ianto walked her to the door and her waiting cab, waving as she was driven out of sight. He felt arms wrap around his waist and smiled as Jack's chin rested on his shoulder.

'Tosh and Owen have gone early, John's celebrating with a client. And you are cooking me dinner.'

'I think he's going to propose.'

'John? I didn't think the General swung that way...' He groaned as Ianto elbowed him in the ribs. 'Uncle.' He pulled Ianto around in his arms. 'Actually I think you might be right, he showed me the receipt for the ring to prove he paid for it from his own account.'

Ianto felt Jack sigh, he knew enough of the man to realise it bothered him that someone he had trusted felt he needed to do that.

'Why don't you go home and do whatever you need to do and I'll come over to your flat later.'

'Okay, be there at, say six?'

'Ah the symmetry of it all.' He kissed Ianto. 'Red or white wine?'

'White.'

Jack reluctantly let Ianto go and smiled as he watched the younger man walk away. He was looking forward to dinner. He called out after him. 'Oh Ianto, I'm taking you dancing after dinner, so don't put your suit away just yet.'

Jack was nervous. The last few days had been a roller coaster he never wanted to repeat. He was still puzzled by John's outbursts and then there was the flutter of romance between him and Ianto. Although if he was objective, he was less puzzled by John and the romance was stronger than a gentle flutter with Ianto. It was the kisses. He could fold himself into their kisses and never want to leave. So he was nervous, fuelled by anticipation and desire, leaving him standing on the threshold to something that was either an incredibly bad idea, or the beginning of amazing. He tried to remember to breathe as he knocked on the door.

Ianto straightened his tie and tugged his waistcoat before he opened the door and welcomed Jack inside with a kiss. He watched as Jack hung his coat in the hall and followed him through into the kitchen. He handed Jack the corkscrew and pointed him at the glasses as he watched him move through his kitchen. Jack dressed to impress, from his blue shirt to his dark blue pants and the matching waistcoat, complete with watch chain. It all blended with Jack's incredibly blue eyes and thick dark hair and the lips Ianto just couldn't stop thinking about kissing. If he could live on kisses alone he'd never have to cook again.

Jack handed Ianto a glass of wine and lounged against the kitchen bench, not even trying to hide his appreciation of Ianto, apron donned as he stirred pans and boiled water. 'Smells amazing. Dinner looks good too.'

Ianto smiled at him over the rim of the wine glass. 'Thank you Jack.'

'So, I was meaning to ask you, your nickname, where does it come from?'

Ianto's smile was a quick flash that suggested Jack wasn't going to get a completely straight answer.

'I have toes, Sir.'

Jack watched as the smile moved slowly over the Welshman's face.

'Actually, Mills gave most people nicknames when we lived together and I refused to be called Yan.'

'So she moved to Toes instead?'

'My name is Ianto, there aren't many options for shortening it. Which might be why you escaped un-nicknamed.'

'I wasn't sure if she was reserving her judgement about me.'

'Oh she likes you, she's just, Mills.'

Jack hadn't realised how important it was for him that Ianto's friend liked him until it had been pointed out that she did. 'So, what are you cooking for me?'

'Nothing too fancy, just chicken cabonara.'

Jack was lost in the first mouthful. 'This is incredible, and where did you buy this pasta?' He watched Ianto frown as he shook his head.

'I didn't buy it.'

'Wait, you made your own fresh pasta?'

'I would have said doesn't everyone, but apparently not.'

'You are a man of many depths Ianto Jones.' He watched as Ianto blushed lightly and smiled.

Anticipation continued to grow between them as they made small talk while enjoying their meal. Every look exchanged between them shimmering in the air as electricity filled their bones and feet touched beneath the table. Ianto finished his wine and considered opening a second bottle but decided against it. He might be nervous but he didn't want to be drunk either. He felt a sense of calm settling around him as Jack reached over and held his hand as lips found his. He sighed as he gave into Jack's kiss. Every kiss leading up to this moment paled as Jack possessed him with lips and tongue, stealing his breath and his heart. And he didn't ever want to stop him.

His body responding to Jack in a way he wasn't sure he'd ever responded to anyone else, a thought he shoved aside. If felt disloyal to consider such things, he'd loved Dylan and they'd had a very satisfactory sex life. But Jack promised scorching hot sex, the kind that melted the brain and had the neighbours calling noise control. He wanted Jack to possess him, needed the man's hands on his body, needed the man in his body. Jack pulled the pliant Ianto to his feet and pushed him gently against the wall as kisses demanded surrender. Hands working the buttons on his waistcoat and then the tie and red silk shirt the Welshman was wearing. Fingers burning into Ianto's skin as he undressed the man, his beautiful Welshman. Ianto's skin was pale, muscles well defined and warm to the touch as he moved his hands over him.

Ianto moaned. 'God Jack, if you stop this time...'

Jack shook his head, so much for dancing. 'Not this time Ianto Jones.' He pressed himself against Ianto so the man could feel the hardness of his cock. His voice a harsh whisper. 'Can you feel me?'

'Ah ha.' Ianto felt his own cock harden as he felt Jack's pressed against him. 'Can you?'

Jack gave out a soft groan as he nodded, his lips brushing against the pulse point on Ianto's neck, teeth grazing as he took a tentative nip. He was torn between losing himself in Ianto and taking his time to truly make love to, and with, the man. He pulled Ianto as he moved away from the wall and headed for the bedroom. 'Do you have condoms?'

Ianto just nodded as they moved into his bedroom where he started working on Jack's buttons until they both tumbled onto the bed. Jack lay over Ianto and dropped kisses down his chest and stroked his cock before sliding the zip down. Ianto just groaned as Jack reached for him, sliding pants and boxers down leaving him naked, cock jutting proudly erect as fingertips stroked the firmness of him. He cried out as lips settled around the head of his cock and he thought he might come just from that, but he didn't. Jack it seemed, wasn't letting him off that easily.

Jack needed to touch every part of Ianto, needed to brand himself on the man's skin, into his soul. What he'd previously expressed as an idea became a burning need as he kissed and nibbled his way around his Welshman. Little love bites marking his passage like pins in a map. And Ianto, the man responded like nothing he'd ever experienced, he was lost in the soft mewling moans vibrating from Ianto's chest. Hands fisting in his hair trying desperately to hold on to something, anything as hips thrust against him and Ianto cried out. Jack smiled down at him. 'And that was without even trying.'

Ianto laughed softly. 'The hubris.'

'I said I'd take you to heaven Ianto Jones, I wasn't bragging.'

Ianto reached up and kissed Jack. 'You talk too much. And your wearing too many clothes...'