A/N: By request I decided to add to the first part of this piece, which followed from 'Declaration of Intent'. This will be the last part. I know there are many places this could go yet, but in this case, I think we'll leave that to the imagination. I am hoping I can write another longer story in the near future. Once I have some of my other WIP's finished in another fandom, I will definitely contemplate that.

Harmless Night Out?: Part 2

Ianto pointed the high tech scanning device around the terrain, the readings remaining the same as they had nearly an hour ago. He glanced back to see Jack leaning negligently against the SUV, arms crossed over his chest, eyes watchful on Ianto's every movement. This wasn't the Jack that was on a weevil hunt. The same cunning, and predatory look remained in his eyes - the same look he had held back at the pub. In fact, the same look they had displayed during their unprofessional weapons training session weeks ago.

Lowering his scanner, Ianto prepared to walk back toward the conniving Captain. He was poised to do battle. Ianto knew he needed to keep his head about him. Failing to do that would have him in more precarious waters. In his opinion, he was already in deep enough already. Meeting Jack's upraised eyebrow with one of his own, Ianto brusquely accused, "There are no weevils. In fact, there was no true rift alert."

"Are you implying that I made it all up?" Jack countered in his most assertive tone, and yet, the playful glint still remained in his eyes.

"Hmmm. Yes, I think I am, Sir." Ianto tapped his foot impatiently, his stance far more challenging than was his normal way with his Captain. "What I haven't quite figured out is why. Things were going your way back at the pub." Things had been proceeding exceptionally well at the pub; however, it had also been clear to see that Ianto was poised to bolt. This tactic prevented that.

Jack stepped away from the SUV, his footsteps taking him closer to his gorgeous Welshman. He remained determined that things would finally progress between them tonight. Jack had far from given up on that during this little exercise. "It was. I do like when things go my way. Immensely satisfying."

Ianto flushed, his body slightly warming at that cocky, and arrogant tone that Jack utilized entirely too well. "So I've noticed," Ianto grumbled. "Again... why the subterfuge? Or is that one of those infamous Captain Jack Harkness unsolvable mysteries?"

He laughed at Ianto's unshakable cheek. Ianto Jones charmed him effortlessly. In his vast experiences within the human and alien worlds, that wasn't an easy feat. "Perhaps it was just a false alarm. A, uhhhhm glitch in the system."

"A glitch in the system?" Ianto mimicked, unable to stop the sardonic smile from curving his lips. "We both know you don't have system glitches. You would never allow it."

Jack ignored that. He really wanted to get off the subject of 'Torchwood' business... and back to one of a more personal nature. "I have an idea..." Jack mused.

Ianto groaned. "I shudder to think-"

Moving forward, Jack wrapped a camaraderie arm around Ianto's shoulders. "Ianto, you hurt my feelings with your lack of trust. When have I ever led you wrong?"

"Hmmmph," Ianto mumbled as he walked with Jack to the SUV. "A list comes to mind."

"None of that, Mr. Jones." Jack's voice was teasing, yet chiding. "I was thinking we could go back to the hub and you can make me some coffee."

Ianto eyed the Captain warily as he slid into the passenger seat of the large vehicle. "Coffee... and that's all?"

"We'll see." Jack knew his actions tonight had spoken clearly for him. There was no point in alarming his skittish archivist further. However, once they reached the solitude of the hub, the game just might pick up again. This time with a conclusion that would satisfy both of them...

Jack looked at Ianto from above his steaming cup of coffee, as always trying to figure him out. It could be considered a weakness or a strength, he wasn't such which. Dissecting and analyzing all forms of life was something he did on a regular basis. He didn't like surprises. They didn't function well in his world. Ianto was a complexity to him. That he wanted him was of no doubt, nor was the fact that he found him to be a valued employee. However, there was much more to Ianto Jones than met the eye. Jack knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he uncovered every last detail.

"You're doing it again, Captain..." Ianto squirmed a bit under that microscopic stare. It was that look that disturbed him the most. He didn't want Jack probing too deeply into his psyche. That was the only threat he truly feared. Exposure. Full and completely. Jack couldn't find out about Lisa. Once she was revived and gone, then, maybe he could confide in him. But, not now. Jack's fierce loyalty to Torchwood would leave him with only one decision. He would kill Lisa. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, primarily because of what it would mean regarding his feelings for Lisa, he was torn between the two of them. In fact, he even struggled between his loyalty to Lisa, and his duties at Torchwood. When he failed in his duties, he also felt as if he were failing Jack. That left a more bitter taste in his mouth than it should.

"Am I?" Jack asked, his eyes staring intently into Ianto's clearly more nervous ones. "What exactly do you think I'm doing?"

"Assessing me as you do everyone else."

Jack's eyes flashed, a smug smile quickly turning up his lips. "Well, you know, Gorgeous, there's one way to stop that-"

"I can only imagine..." Ianto looked away from the intense heat in Jack's eyes; each time they were alone like this, his confusion only growing more. As much as he tried to convince himself that he continued to play this game only to keep Jack distracted from his other activities, Ianto knew it wasn't really true. Each incident not only brought him closer to the Captain's bed, but it evoked more doubt in his feelings for Lisa.

Standing up from behind his desk, Jack slowly, yet methodically made his way to Ianto. "No need to imagine, Ianto. I am more than happy to show you." Jack's voice was husky when he spoke, his eyes were blazing with an intent that wasn't about to be denied this time. He did the unexpected when he went down onto his knees next to the chair that held the enticing body of his Welshman, his eyes raised and stabbing hungrily into ones that were clearly flustered and confused. "Something holds you back from me; I don't know what it is... but, I do know one thing - I don't like it. If we have to do this one step at a time - I'm fine with that."

Ianto's eyes widened as Jack's hands began to unsnap his jeans, a moan he couldn't hold back slipping free when Jack's hand slid inside to capture his awakening cock... skilled ministrations bringing it quickly to life. "S-Sir... I'm not sure this is a beginning step."

Jack flashed his most mischievous grin. He was well aware of that himself. "I might be skipping a few... but, I think you'll enjoy this one." He licked his lips meaningfully as his eyes honed in on the beading moisture at the tip of Ianto's cock. "There isn't a doubt that I will-"

"Captain..." Ianto meekly protested, all to find his mind numb to all the reasons why he should be protesting, or even what he was about to say. How could he begin to assemble any lucid thoughts when Jack's mouth engulfed him in one aggressive lunge. Ianto felt his fingers sinking into the flesh of Jack's shoulders, unconsciously kneading the firm shoulders, his mouth open and seeking air as Jack's entirely too skilled mouth went to work on him. Out of all the blow jobs he had ever received - most of which had been from Lisa, he had never felt a semblance of this kind of mindless desire. The pleasure was immense... and right or wrong, he didn't want it to stop.

Growling as he deep-throated the man that he knew would taste like the purest of sin, Jack knew Ianto was holding back. He wouldn't be for long. Jack intended to inundate him with such pleasure that he would keep coming back for more - and from him. He had never wanted a man like he did Ianto Jones. This was only the beginning. No matter what obstacles his prickly Welshman tried to throw in his path... he would always counter. Ianto was special. No matter what torments were part of Ianto's past, and he was certain there were more than a few, he would find a way to get through to him.

As Ianto was emptying the quickest and most intense relief he'd ever experienced into the welcoming and hungry mouth of his Captain, Ianto knew his double life would never be the same. He loved Lisa with that special love reserved for a first love, but he had feelings for Jack too. When his two worlds collided he would have to make a choice, or walk away from both... but for now, he would make this work. The very thought of ever losing Jack filled him with a sadness he couldn't begin to understand. He knew that he must consider it, although, right now, he knew he would do everything possible to prevent it.

END

A/N: Okay, this wraps up this little three-part series. I know there is much more that could be explored, but in this case, I'm going to let it remain. I think everyone has their own ideas of precisely when Ianto began developing deeper feelings for Jack. In my mind they were always there under the surface. And... so many disagree about the time that was their first time... so, we leave that to the imagination. In my world here, they did things in stages... but we all know where those stages led. I do hope you enjoyed this. Comments are greatly appreciated!