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CHAPTER THREE

Ianto walked back into the hub after dropping Doctor Tanizaki off at the hotel, a tray gripped tightly between his hands. He'd stopped at the closest coffee chain to retrieve the teams' coffee and Danishes.

The hub was quiet as everyone concentrated on their work, though Ianto could feel boredom in the air of his subterraneanial workplace. It had been quiet the last few days so everyone was forced to catch up on much needed paper work, the most boring part of their job, after all some people had to stay behind with the stapler and paper clips while they were off catching sex-aliens. It gave Ianto a nice feeling to see then forced to live his day to day route for once.

"Finally." Complained Owen, as he shot out of his chair, shaking a coffee and Danish without so much as a thank you. Which earned him a glare from both Tosh and Gwen, who made a point of thanking him sweetly as they retrieved their own beverages.

With his three colleagues in possession of their long awaited coffees, it was time to face his boss.

Ianto paused on the threshold of Jack's office. The man's head bend over a pile of papers, the pen in his hand swiftly moving as he turned the pages. His face spoke of concentration but the roll of his shoulders and the small tick in his strong jaw told that he'd rather be out casing down something… anything… Alien. Date. Just as long as he wasn't stuck behind a desk.

He dropped the pen with frustration and lent back in his chair, raising his arms and knotting his fingers behind the back of his head. That was when he noticed Ianto.

"Ianto." He grinned that thousand watt smile. The one that seemed reserved just for him.

Jack Harkness had a dozen smiles. To anyone else they looked the same, but there were slight differences, small things that made each one unique and special.

Ianto wondered if the others were aware of this and if they were affected in the same way, did their hearts race and their flesh warm. And that was just from a smile.

The one time Ianto had actually had bodily contact with the good captain it had felt like being swallowed by the sun itself. He had to get as far away from him as he could, because it was just too much, especially at the time. When he'd been in need of something or someone to keep him from going crazy. To keep him warm and make him feel alive.

"So you got my message." Jack pulled him back to the present. "How was the torture chamber? – I hope you still have those pearly whites…." Jack laughed. "… there one of your best features, you know." He winked suggestively at the tall Welshman in the impeccable suit.

Ianto did what he always did when Jack flirted so outrageously. He smiled, straightened his back and tried his hardest to ignore the affect his tone and accent was having on him.

"It went well thank you sir. See." Ianto flashed his teeth and Jack nodded at the evidence presented.

"So Ianto, what did you bring me?" he was still using that gentle seductive tone as he lent forward on the desk, his eyes never leaving him.

"What you requested sir. - As I always do." Ianto placed the cardboard coffee cup in front of his employer, then added the cake beside it. One Ianto knew from experience Jack favored.

Moving to straighten up, his gaze locked with Jacks and his could swear his breath fled his lungs. The locked gaze was filled with so much want and desire that Ianto could hardly think let alone breathe. It was always this way with Jack… when no-one else was around and their guards where down. "

"So you do Ianto…" Jack leaned closer, his voice dropping and his lips pulled into that lopsided smile again. "Will you always give me what I want?"

Ianto could feel his face turn scarlet at the not so subtle meaning to his employers' words and low chuckle. His body had always reacted to that laugh. He's tried a thousand and one times to tell himself it was the so-called 51st century pheromones, Jack had mentioned once, but no-one else seemed to be affected by them. Not Owen or Tosh or Gwen. So what was it about Jack that had him in a whirl he couldn't understand.

He was still considering this and staring into Jack's blue eyes when it happened.