There wasn't any time for Jack to stop Gwen from practically throttling Ianto. She ran so fast and so determinedly, Jack wouldn't have been able to stop her with a brick wall.

Jack watched Ianto, and only Ianto, as Gwen gripped him in an impossibly tight hug. Ianto reacted with a somewhat bewildered smile, but he looked happy. It made Jack smile; something he knew he would be doing a lot.

"Oh God! It's a miracle! It's a bloody miracle!" Gwen loosened her grip a little to look back at Jack, who was quickly making his way towards the reunion.

"Jack." Ianto blushed a little as he smiled; looking and acting very much like himself. It made Jack forget almost entirely about Gwen, the only thing blocking him from taking Ianto in his arms and snogging him until the end of time itself.

Gwen eventually let go of Ianto, once she realized that he and Jack were practically eye-fucking while she was standing between them.

Jack let no time pass between embraces, as the moment Gwen let go of Ianto the two of them were together, hugging, and kissing and just… Being together.

"Well, I guess I should give you two some privacy…" Gwen started to back away awkwardly. "But I do expect a full explanation about how this is even possi-…. Um… okay….later, yeah?" And with that, she left; fast.

Jack and Ianto didn't hear her. They were too busy snogging.

It felt so good. This was real. Ianto was really here. Jack was really here. They were really together; for the first time in almost a decade. Ianto started to tremble under Jack's touch; from arousal or emotion, Jack didn't know.

He already knew that he was crying. They both were. Their tears mixed, creating a strange intimacy when Jack broke the kiss to stroke their wet cheeks together.

"Ianto… I have so much to say… I don't know where to start." He confessed quietly before Ianto responded with another deep kiss.

Jack nibbled and worried those beautiful lips, sucking both gently and passionately in just the right way to make Ianto whimper with pleasure.

Ianto was definitely shaking with emotion now; Jack could tell. Tears fell even more freely and Ianto had to pull away from the kiss he could breathe; his nose was clogging up quickly.

"I…" Ianto began, not really knowing how to finish. Their foreheads rested together, and Jack's hands were gently holding each side of his lover's face.

"I was dead…" Ianto finally said. "I died... How did you bring me back? How am I here? With you?"

"It was my love for you; my memories of you. It's hard to explain, but you're here now. You're here for good. And I'll never let you go again."

Ianto sniffed, not even bothering to wipe the snot running down his lips. "There's nothing, Jack. There's absolutely nothing…"

Jack knew that Ianto was talking about the void; the nothingness that meets you after death. He didn't know what to say, other than, "It's okay Ianto… I've got you. You're here now."

They kissed again, briefly, and Jack kept wiping the tears away from his lover's cheeks as they streamed from the corners of his tightly closed eyes.

"Ianto I can't even begin to tell you how much I've missed you."

"How long? How long has it been?" Ianto's voice shook.

"Almost nine years."

"You rebuilt the Hub."

"We have Gwen to thank for that. She did all the hard work, though it really needs a Welshman's touch." Jack smiled a little smugly at that comment. Ianto returned the smile, though a little more reservedly.

"And speaking of touching…" Jack continued. "Gods, Ianto you have no idea how good it is to be with you again, like this."

"You didn't find anyone?"

Jack's demeanor suddenly became very serious, and tilted his true love's chin upwards so Ianto's teary eyes met his drying ones.

"Ianto Jones, there will never be anyone else. A thousand lifetimes from now, and I will still love you. I will always love you."

Jack meant every word. Even if he fell in love again sometime in the very, very distant future, he would never love anyone as uniquely as he did Ianto. There was no one like him.

"I don't know why you bother." Ianto said a little morosely. "But I love you too, Jack. I've always loved you."

They kissed again and again, enjoying the feeling of being together. In their kisses they communicated wordlessly their love, their fears, and their lust.

"Can we…? Is it too soon?" Jack asked hesitantly when their lips parted just a hairs breadth.

Ianto chuckled. "We've been apart for years, Jack. It's hardly too soon."

"I like the way you think." Jack placed a quick kiss to those perfect lips and then he grabbed Ianto's hand, leading him to the exit. Where they were going, Ianto had no idea.

...XoXoXo...

Jack found them a hotel. A nice, fancy hotel at which the front desk clerk needed no further information other than something along the lines of "Torchwood" and "the best suite you have." Ianto was hardly paying attention; he was too aroused to think about anything other than what he and Jack were about to do.

They barely made it to the elevator before making out again; and when the elevator arrived at the top floor, it was almost ignored in favor of just making love right there. Although neither of them would have objected, there may have been eventual repercussions from fucking in such a public location. And besides, Jack wanted to make this special. They could do a quickie in an elevator some other time. Because time was something they had more of right now; and Jack was going to take it.

...XoXoXo...

"Oh… Gods…. Ianto!" Jack writhed in the luxurious hotel bed, squirming with pleasure while Ianto worked him open with his very talented tongue.

"You've got to hold still, Jack. I can't do it properly when you're worming around like this." Ianto pretended to chastise, secretly loving hat Jack couldn't hold still. He was proud that he could make the great Jack Harkness be reduced to a begging, squirming mess on the mattress.

"I can't hold still. You make me feel too good, I-" Jack's sentence was cut short when Ianto resumed his enthusiastic licking, and all jack could do was moan loudly. The only thoughts in his head were those of pleasure and love and arousal.

"Please…" Jack didn't know what he was begging for. It was so good and yet it was just pure torture to be stimulated in such a sensitive place.

"You want me inside you, Jack?"

"Yes!" Jack purposefully wriggled his hips now. "Oh God, yes, Ianto."

Ianto's eyes darkened little as he shoved two fingers inside of Jack. He was jealous; Jack recognized the look right away.

"Ah, be careful, Ianto." Jack cautioned as he suddenly felt three fingers roughly stretching him, only using the little bit of saliva from the earlier activities as lubrication.

"Hmmm? Been a while since you've been fucked?" Ianto's jealousy seeped into his voice.

"Is… God Ianto seriously; slow down." Jack tried to get those fingers to stop punching his prostate. The pleasure mixed overwhelmingly with the burning sensation of the dry penetration. But Ianto kept going as he insistently milked the truth out of Jack.

"Is… eight years a long time?" Jack finally forced himself to focus enough to blurt out. It made Ianto freeze. The fingers slid out of Jack all at once, leaving the Captain both relieved and wanting all at once.

"It's… You haven't been with anyone?" Ianto was utterly dumbfounded. They were face to face now; Jack sat up so he could talk with his lover.

"No one that meant anything, Ianto. I swear. And… I haven't let anyone make love to me since… well, since you."

"You waited for me?"

"Well, I'll be honest; I didn't know what I was really waiting for, but yes. I knew that sex wouldn't mean anything to me anymore unless I was in love. And I'm in love with you, Ianto."

The young Welshman's eyes prickled a little upon hearing Jack's confession, but he was soon kissed senseless in order to forget about the tears; to forget about everything but how much love and desire there was between them.

Ianto used lube this time, for which Jack was grateful. Because that cock was fucking huge. And Ianto sure knew how to use it.

They made love for hours. Jack whispered and moaned sweet accolades and promises to Ianto while they took turns spending themselves inside each other. Jack lost count of how many times they climaxed; he was too full of bliss to remember; each time felt better than the last and they kept going until it was well into the night, and nearing morning yet again.

They got a little tired. Alright, well, they became more than a little tired. Ianto was fucking exhausted by the time Jack was through with him. Ianto kept count; he always kept count. Jack had come five times in the last ten hours; and he had come four times. It was pure heaven… but that word made Ianto frown a bit at the thought: Heaven; it didn't exist. At least not for him. There was nothing….

"You alright?" Jack noticed the frown.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking." Ianto sighed as he settled his head against Jack's chest to listen to his soothingly rhythmical heartbeat. "I love you…" He said quietly as he was already slipping into sleep.

Jack didn't want to fall asleep; he was deathly afraid that this might all somehow end if he were to.

"I love you too, Ianto Jones."

Jack watched as Ianto's chest rose and fell, and he could tell when the last muscle had relaxed and Ianto was officially asleep. He knew everything about Ianto; every inch of that young man's body and how he reacted to being kissed and licked in each and every one of those places. And yet there was still a fascination with this man; like there was still some great mystery to solve; like there were more layers to him that even he may never get to uncover. He loved that about Ianto. It made him very, very special.

For the first time in almost a decade, Jack felt at peace; he felt happy. For the first time in so long, he no longer felt alone.

Jack wished it could last forever. But he knew it could not. Provided that Ianto didn't die a Torchwood death, he would likely age just as any human normally would. He would probably live for another fifty or sixty years, and then he would die. And then Jack would be alone again.

And there was Adam. If Jack had learned anything while in Torchwood, it was that things this good didn't come around without a catch. And he had no idea what Adam had in store for him, or Ianto, or even Torchwood. But it probably wasn't good.

In all likelihood, Jack knew, tomorrow was going to be hell.