Author's Note: OK, the next chapter as promised. I got a few more reviews this time *does a victory dance* but I still want more lol! Bushels of thanks go to those who did review, you made my day! And baskets go to people who've added to alerts! Sorry, I'll stop bugging you and let you read. Things are getting hotter and we're almost done so... Enjoy!

One last thing, thanks for the beta Insanity!

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Chapter 4 Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones and Control

Jack's eyes lit up and he pressed a kiss on Ianto's finger before pulling back, "Ianto Jones, you read my mind."

"It was too easy, sir." Ianto smirked before leaning in and capturing Jack's lips in a fierce kiss. Now it was Jack who was moaning and Ianto thought vaguely about how much he'd missed this. Jack's heat, his smell, his taste, his hardness. Ianto grinned into the kiss as he felt Jack pressing against his thigh.

Then Jack's tongue flicked at Ianto's lips, begging to be admitted, and he decided it was time to show Jack just who was in charge of this. So he kept his lips firmly pressed together for a long moment, letting Jack stew as he lavished more attention on Ianto's lips. Finally, as Jack was practically gnawing on him, Ianto let him in.

A slippery battle for dominance ensued and Ianto was hard pressed to win. Jack was a very skilled kisser and he knew just what to do to make Ianto surrender. Luckily, Ianto had a few tricks up his sleeve, too.

While Jack was busy counting Ianto's teeth Ianto slipped his hands under the Captain's greatcoat and around his waist. Just as Jack was getting to the last of Ianto's molars the younger man untucked his shirt and slipped his hand down Jack's pants.

He pulled back in surprise, hissing, "That's no fair!"

"You're not the only one who can cheat, Jack." Ianto chuckled. The immortal was definitely rubbing off on him – in more ways than one. Ianto drew back slightly so that Jack's hips could no longer reach him.

"What's gotten into you tonight, Ianto?" Jack asked as he stilled in Ianto's hands.

"Not you, not tonight," he breathed, before taking Jack's lips again. This time the kiss was gentler, though no less a battle than before, and Ianto found that he needed to put Jack back in his place. A quick movement of his hand and a probing finger made Jack pull back.

"Anxious, are you?"

"No." Ianto pecked Jack again, "I know you. You have no control, Jack."

"I do too!"

"No, you don't. You and I both know it." Ianto let their bodies brush, maneuvering so that his back was to the road and Jack was pinned between him and the SUV. "All I have to do is wait, and you'll come for me."

Jack smirked, "Anytime."

"No control," Ianto shook his head and kissed Jack again. "None."

"Is that a threat, Mr Jones?" Jack fixed a mock glare on him, though it was rather ruined by Jack's swollen lips and lust filled eyes.

"No, sir. That was a promise," Ianto said, before suddenly pushing Jack back and into the SUV. "Which I fully intend to make good on."

"When?" Jack propped himself up to look at Ianto, ignoring the fact that he was only half in the boot and at Ianto's mercy.

"When I'm good and ready," Ianto loomed menacingly over Jack.

Jack took the hint and lay back, raising only his head to maintain eye contact. "And when will that be?"

"As soon as you get in there and get your clothes off." Jack's eyes darkened with lust as he pulled his knees up to his chest, making Ianto think of taking him right then. But no, not yet. He wasn't ready.

Without another word Ianto slammed the hatch closed and walked quickly to one of the back doors. He had no doubt that Jack would already be half naked by the time he got in there. And Ianto didn't want to miss a minute of the show.