POV-Ianto

Filled with foreboding, Ianto Jones slowly made his way to his boss's office. With each step he became more certain that his shoes were filled with lead, or he had somehow been trapped in a space/time rift that tremendously slowed down the pace of the clock. Tosh had been obviously quite happy about something she had done; perhaps it pertained to Ianto and his situation, perhaps she had made a breakthrough in the computer program she had been working on for the past couple of days. He didn't know; what he did know was that his gut was crawling and he felt like he might vomit at any second. So why didn't he simply turn around and bolt out the door? Ianto himself couldn't fathom this, but his subconscious mind knew it was the secret hope that something good might actually result from this meeting. In any case he was about to find out. He had arrived at Jack's door.

Meekly reaching for the handle, he scooted himself inside and gingerly shut the door. Jack was behind his desk scribbling madly away at a pad of paper. For a few seconds Ianto lingered by the doorway, wondering if his entrance had attracted the attention of the Captain. But a few more seconds of frantic writing proved him wrong and so he quietly made his way to one of the office seats and lowered himself into the chair with uncalled for finality.

POV-Jack

When he first noticed Ianto's skittish behavior he felt both guilty and amused. If only the man knew what he had in store for him. Instead of immediately acknowledging his presence, Jack continued to write at a break-neck pace which gave off the effect of him being submerged deep within his office work, but in reality he was merely crafting a rather naughty stick figure doodle. Still after a couple of minutes he made no move to indicate he even knew Ianto was in the room. Ianto began to fidget, wringing his hands over his knees and glancing around the familiar room. Finally Jack's writing stopped.

"Ianto…"

"Yes, sir." He straightened up and stilled his restless digits.

Jack steepled his hands in mock seriousness and leaned forward, his eyebrows wagging. "It's come to my attention that we both have been acting a little…rashly." But Ianto had buried his gaze in his hands and was searching for the correct responses for unasked questions.

"And I know we've each done things we're not proud of…" He continued, pursing his lips, willing Ianto to look up. But he didn't. "And I'm sure each of us has things we'd like to do in the future…." He drifted on suggestively. Still no response. This was getting ridiculous. And exciting now that Jack knew the desired conclusion to this game was finally at hand (figuratively and, with any luck, literally).

POV-Ianto

A harsh cough from Jack brought Ianto back to his senses. His eyes darted up and he saw Jack leaning forward expectantly in his desk. Seemingly satisfied that he had obtained his attention Jack went on.

"But I'm sure that we can still be friends. Can't we?" He smiled grandly and extended his arms outward as if physically offering his renewed friendship (or, from the rakish way he had executed the gesture, something much more).

Ianto was not so sure, but carefully nodded. "Of course, sir."

"Is there anything you'd like to add, Ianto?" Jack questioned hopefully.

Ianto could think of nothing appropriate. "No, sir."

Jack sighed, shook his head as if to say that he hadn't wanted things to come to this, and made his way out behind his desk. Ianto drew in a jagged breath when he noticed his discarded tie clutched in Jack's hand behind his back. Making his way towards the seated man, he came to stand directly in front of Ianto and reclined back on the desk, dangling the tie above the Welshman who commanded his eyes not to rest too long on Jack's snug trousers. "I do believe you left this here. You dress rather sharply Ianto. However," he chuckled lewdly "I think I'd much prefer to see you without the suit sometime. However, the tie was a good start..."

Ianto's head pivoted around. Did he just hear what he think he heard? "Um, sir?"

Jack slowly laced the tie around Ianto's neck, the silk tickling his exposed flesh, and leaned forward, trailing a finger around the rim of his collar tauntingly. "Don't 'sir' me." He lightly reprimanded.

"OK, then. Jack." Ianto began uncertainly. But Jack was already perched back on his desk, running a hand listlessly along his right brace, his eyes piercing into Ianto who in turn stared dumbly at the Captain's hands, completely captivated by the up and down motion. He began to tug at his collar, in dreadful need of some air (or an ice cold Arctic temperature shower) painfully aware that Jack's fingers had been there not a second before. It was happening all over again. Was he doomed to replay the cycle over again, until it was trite and overdone but still unaltered? Right then and there Ianto took the initiative to mix things up a bit.

"Well, Jack," Ianto began, gaining confidence when he saw Jack's eyes spark with excitement. "I lied when I said that I had nothing to add…." He leisurely rose so that he was gazing down at his boss. Taking a small step forward, he placed his hands on either side of Jack and inclined forward much in the same way Jack had just done. "There is one thing…." Lifting a hand he grasped Jack's left brace and pulled him forcefully closer. Bending still farther he positioned his mouth beside Jack's ear. "The jig is up." He felt Jack grin broadly. He leaned back and looked into the Captain's devious face.

"Is it now?" He asked gleefully.

Ianto nodded solemnly. He traced a light finger across Jack's jaw line, brining the digit under his chin. He then made his way around the desk and took a seat at the boss's chair, swiveling a bit, enjoying the feel of the residual warmth. Jack twisted his back around and skillfully swung his legs above the desk so that they were in the same position as before, only with metaphorical roles reversed.

"So does this mean we're even?" Jack lustily inquired making as if to descend from the desk.

"Oh, not quite yet." Ianto acknowledged gravely with a hand raised for him to stop. "But I'm sure you can somehow make it up to me." He lifted his eyes in mock innocence.

Jack threw his head back and laughed heartily. "That's the oldest trick in the book!"

"But it still works, doesn't it?"

"Oh yes it does, Mr. Jones." Jack intoned as he again leaded closer, their faces barely touching, but this time the malevolence was replaced with desire and warmth. Their lips brushed causing Ianto's face to flush as his breathing began to quicken. "It really really does."

Suddenly there was a heart stopping bang as the office door was flung inwards. In the doorway crouched Tosh, Owen and Gwen staring guiltily at the two men. Tosh had her hand raised as if to catch the door from opening; Gwen had been violently elbowing Owen and hissing something at him when they noticed they had been noticed. Jack guffawed lustily again as he turned around and discovered the spies, whereas Ianto turned a deep red color, completely embarrassed by the idea that someone had overheard their dirty talk. "Enjoying the show?" Jack asked bawdily. "Or do you want to join?"

Owen looked positively horrified and quickly scurried away without an explanation. Gwen was left to stammer a reply. "I—well—we—well—Tosh told us about your, erm, quarrel, and we, um, wa-wanted to see if everything was OK." Tosh nodded vehemently in ascent, but was unable to hide her pleasure at the sight.

Ianto gave a gruff cough, now becoming bothered by the inopportune interruption.

"We're sorry. Very, very sorry." Tosh explained hurriedly. An awkward silence fell. Ianto noisily cleared his throat yet again while making backwards motions with his head, urging Tosh to depart with all haste.

"Oh. Yes. Well. We'll be leaving now. We'll just be over there, doing our, erm, office work." Gwen pointed with her finger to their respective workstations as if to illustrate their future actions.

"You do that." Jack chuckled and when he saw the door finally been shut turned back to the other man, smiling salaciously. "Now, where were we?"

"Definitely not doing office work." Ianto quipped as he licked his lips eagerly and lunged towards his boss with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

They did not do office work for the rest of the evening.

In fact some of the desks had to be repositioned in the morning. However, Ianto didn't seem to mind.

The End.

A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who read and offered his/her support for my first ever "Torchwood" fic. Have a great Halloween!

PS: If you haven't read the new Captain's blog on the BBC American website then I highly suggest you go do so right this very instance. The ending might be a little sweeter if you do.