Author's Notes: I'm sorry for being so late with this. My computer broke, and then I didn't have the inspiration to do it at later point when it was fixed. There was a prompt on tumblr that I liked, though (Ianto saying "Raxacoricofallapatorius", and Jack getting turned on by it) so there we are now. After that we'll get to the seven heavenly virtues, so I hope you like the last part of the sins.

Pride – a need to be the most beautiful; a need for public acceptance in all acts. They find ways to be better than those around them. Pride is said to be the original and most deadly of the seven sins.

Jack winced as the alarms all around the Hub started blaring with all their might. He'd have to get Ianto to look into this; a near-heart attack every time there was a space ship in orbit wasn't really something he enjoyed.

Thinking of Ianto... Jack peered through the windows of his office and saw him on his workstation, typing away furiously as he tried to read all the information that had pulled up on the screens. He looked up from the keyboard and glanced at Jack's office, gesturing at him to come down. The Captain could read the word 'intruder' on his lips.

"In the Hub?" Jack asked as he made his way down the stairs and looked around the place. There was no one; not even Gwen and he frowned. He'd tried to let his employees relax a bit during the several last days, but he hadn't meant to let them do what they like. He suspected that Ianto was hanging about at this unholy hour only because he was still organising the never-ending chaos of the archiving. There was, after all, nearly a century and a half's worth of it, so he was never left without work. What was stranger, though, was the fact that he seemed to enjoy it.

"In our atmosphere," Ianto replied and pointed at the screen when Jack came by his side. "Look. They usually live on the edges of the Milky Way, but they've come forward. Again. And you said you've chased the last one away."

"What is it?" Jack asked, squinting against the screen. "Tourists?"

"Aren't they always?" Ianto's voice was full of dark amusement. "Tourists from Raxacoricofallapatorius never mean anything bad."

Jack stared at him, only half-aware that his mouth was open. "I know exactly one person who can pronounce that." And the northern accent really wasn't doing the same things to it that Ianto's soft and yet brisk accent did.

Ianto shrugged immodestly. "Well, to pronounce anything of that sort you have to be either very linguistically gifted or Welsh, and I happen to be both." And really, 'linguistically' said with that very same accent only made things worse. Or better. It really depended on the point of view, and from where Jack was standing, the view was fantastic.

"What is it?" Ianto asked and looked up when Jack didn't react to his previous words. The Captain felt a small smile spreading on his lips.

"Say it again."

"Raxacoricofallapatorius," Ianto repeated slowly and Jack grinned, delighted, reaching to trace his lover's lips with one finger, only to have him swat his hand away, irritated. "God, Jack, will you ever stop with that thing? Everyone in Cardiff has the same accent and I don't see you jumping them because of it."

Jack clicked his tongue. "It's different. It's even noticeable in my name. No one says it the way you do."

Ianto's lips curled into a pleased smile. "Jack," he said and the Captain was quite sure that he'd broadened his accent on purpose. There was one single syllable in that word and yet the sound was rich and full and brought thoughts of satin and wine under the moonlight in a summer night.

"See?" He pointed at his lover. "This only proves my point. When anyone else in this country says it, it sounds–"

"German?" Ianto asked, raising one eyebrow. By now, Jack was pretty sure that he was doing that on purpose as well. On first look, Ianto looked like someone extremely modest and even shy, but Jack knew that his lover was very much aware of the effect he had on other people and the way he looked in general. No one who thought little of himself would ooze that much self-confidence. That, and Jack was also quite certain that people that lacked any sort of vanity didn't spend a hundred quid a month on hair product. Not that he had any right to judge someone in that department.

"Yes! It's such a plain name, and you make it sound like it's a whole sentence all by itself."

Ianto laughed. "It is a rather plain name," he agreed. "But when it's you? It's not even a sentence." This time it was him who reached up to trace Jack's features with those long, delicate fingers. "It's an entire story."