POV-Ianto

"Yeah. Hmgh. Yeah I noticed that too." Jack commented agitatedly. "Don't worry about it."

"Yes, sir." Ianto replied impishly, displaying a lopsided grin. "So you won't mind if I take this off?" He deliberately continued to undo his tie until there was enough slack for him to slip it over his head and drape it over the opposite office chair.

"Nuh- not at all." Jack allowed awkwardly just as the phone on his desk began to ring. Jolting in surprise, he caught the phone in his right hand and brought it shakily to his ear. "Hello? Yes, Prime Minister I have the files right here. No, I don't think that would be a good idea, do you?" He swiveled slightly to the side in his chair as he talked, trying to act as serious as possible. But Ianto could see his eyes pivot from the wall in front of him back to Ianto in a tense dance. Ianto, meanwhile, took this time to calculatingly shrug off his jacket and roll his sleeves in neat swatches so they now came midway up his muscular arms. As he did this he could see his boss sneak lingering glances. "Fine. Have your men do what you want. Just don't come cryin' to me when those flesh eating spiders have taken over the damn place." He less than gingerly set the phone down and sighed. "Where were we?" he asked absently as he rubbed his forehead.

Ianto stepped forward looking as sympathetic as he could. "Are you alright, sir? Anything I can do to relieve your tension?" He suggested innocently.

POV-Jack

Jack's breath hitched and he bit his tongue. "No. Why don't you just pour me a drink and go about your work?" he recommended. Maybe the coffee would settle his nerves (although a cold shower would probably be a better remedy). He hadn't felt this strung out in a while. Years, even. And he didn't like it one bit. Even though the idea Ianto posed was enticing.

"Certainly, sir." And he didn't like the way he kept Ianto saying "sir." Or maybe the problem was he liked it too much. It held such promise…. His thoughts were finally shaken up when he felt a light hand slide down to the middle of his back. He involuntarily dissolved into a spasm of shivers that he hoped weren't as noticeable as they seemed. He jerked around to see Ianto bending beside his left shoulder, filling the cup with coffee and looking directly into his eyes with smoldering depth. Jack felt paralyzed, which under the circumstances was probably the best thing as every nerve in his on edge body was screaming for him to jump the man, harassment or not. Instead he was rooted to the spot, the room silent except for the sound of the coffee pouring into the mug and the blood pounding in his body. After what seemed like an eternity, Ianto was finished with his chore. As he went to cross the room he placed a hand on Jack's shoulder and gave it a sharp squeeze. "Anything else? Sir?"

"No. Nothing. Just. Leave." Jack pronounced each word as firmly as he could with his sights leveled at his coffee cup. Ianto nodded and sauntered out of the room.

POV-Ianto

Once he had exited the office he bolted down the steps, then sagged against the bottom railing. Acting licentious was much harder than it looked, he acknowledged as he wiped his brow. How could Jack possibly keep it up all the time? But then his mind began to recall how Jack felt when he casually ran his hand down his back. It was positively electric. He couldn't wait to get the chance to do it again.

"So?" Ianto popped out of his imagination to find Tosh standing in front of him staring expectantly up at him. "How did it go?" She verbally nudged. She was rewarded with an incandescent smile. "That well?" She asked, impressed.

"You do give very good advice." Ianto replied in thanks. Blushing, she waved away the compliment. "I'll go do that paper work you asked of me."

"But don't you need to go back in there?" she asked, pointing back up the stairs.

"No, I think he's had enough for now." Ianto replied, laughing gently as he walked away.

POV-Jack

While Jack waited for his trousers to loosen up he mentally chastised himself for behaving like a giddy school girl. How could he let unassuming Ianto, of all people, a Welshman, reduce him to a spineless twit? Well no more, he mentally resolved. It was time for him to take control. He was Captain Jack Harkness, for God's sake, the biggest flirt in the universe. And no one was about to usurp his title.

Grabbing Ianto's coat from the back of the chair, he cautiously making his way down the stairs, Jack scanned the deck to see where Ianto had gone. He was by Gwen's desk busy doing some sort of office work. Tosh, meanwhile was at her own desk, staring off into space with a pen slightly tucked in her mouth. At his approach she started like a child caught procrastinating with her schoolwork. Looking as if she were about to speak he silenced her with a swift nod of his head towards the gate. Registering his intention, she soundlessly got up from her desk and followed him up the steps into the office above. Making sure the door was secure Jack whirled around, placing his hands on his hips. "What did you do?"

POV-Tosh

"What? Me? " She pleaded incredulously.

"Don't play that game with me. What did Ianto get into? The alien pheromones? I thought we locked that damn thing up for good." Jack pondered aloud, tapping his finger against his chin. "Or maybe he's possessed." He whirled in front of Tosh. "Did he say anything strange to you?"

Tosh bit her lip, hating to lie. "No, nothing out of the ordinary."

"I see. Well Tosh," Jack began as he took a step forward to narrow the distance between them, "you've got to help me figure out exactly what Ianto is up to." He commanded, hold up Ianto's discarded clothing.

Tosh in turn took a step back. "You want me to spy on him?"

"No, no, not in those harsh terms. Just keep an eye on him. For his own safety." He cajoled.

She lowered her eyes from his insistent face. "He is safe." She mumbled.

Jack leaned in closer. "Say what?"

"I said he is safe. Nothing's happened to him."

"What'd you mean?"

"It's got nothing to do with aliens OK?" She nearly shouted at her boss who now looked more resolved than ever to figure out what was going on.

"Are you telling me," he stated carefully, "that Ianto knows exactly what he's doing?"

"Perfectly." Tosh quietly replied, resolved to tell him the whole story. Maybe it would be better for Ianto in the long run.

"And that he's just been doing this to get a laugh out of me?" He said, his voice rising.

"Of course not!" She responded vehemently in defense of Ianto. What had she gotten herself into? She should've just left the whole situation alone—.

"Then why?" Jack asked insistently, putting his hand firmly on the desk, essentially cutting off one route of Tosh's escape, but at the same time making it seem strangely seductive.

Tosh attempted to steady herself. "Who says he confided in me? And even if he did," she responded meanly, gaining back her confidence, "I wouldn't tell you."

Jack was taken aback. "I'm hurt Tosh! You would take his side over mine? But I thought we were friends!" He pouted as he leaned in closer, his blue eyes soft and pleading and rather charming.

But now that she had shielded herself from his advances she stood her ground. "Yes I would take his side! See, you're doing it right now!" She gestured to the lack of personal space that separated the two. "You've led all of us on at one point or another. It's high time you got your due comeuppance." She finished, tucking her arms across her chest.

Startled, Jack leapt back. "So that's what this is?" he demanded harshly. "Some game to teach me a lesson?"

"I think it's more than a game to him…" Tosh started to explain but was stopped by Jack's outstretched hand.

"No. I don't want to hear any more. It's just as I thought." He was enraged, no doubt about it, positively pissed, but on some level his interest was piqued. Now that he knew Ianto's game he could twist it. Manipulate it. And hopefully get something out of it. Jack turned around, deep in thought. "If he wants to play rough, then fine. He doesn't know what he's gotten himself into."

"But it's not like—" Tosh hurried to explain, but was again cut off.

"Thanks, Tosh! I knew I could count on you!" Jack yelled back smiling wickedly as he made his way down the steps into the Hub leaving Tosh deflated in the office.

"Oh no!" She cried out miserably as she sank against the desk. "What have I done?"

A/N: I'm sorry if this is rubbish, but I had to move the plot along somehow. Much thanks to those who read and review. You don't know how much it makes my day.