Chapter 6. confessions

a/n- ok major Janto in this chapter but I promise fluff only but not much although they do become serious and there will be a few kisses from here on in.

A/n-This is a vague version the catholic version of confession; it's the only one I know well enough.

A/n-Mr Barrowman is taller than Mr Lloyd; I noticed this although it's not by much.

'Jack?' they were sat in his office on either side of the desk. He looked up and his eyes narrowed on catching sight of Ianto who was visibly shaken.

'Um, Owen has a diagnosis, but we can't be sure due to changes in human composition between now and when you were born but he thinks he has a pretty close estimate on what's wrong?'

Ianto was techno-babbling or at least all Jack heard was a jumble of words he could scarcely comprehend. He stood up.

'Ianto stop, whatever it is, it can wait.'

Ianto looked up at jack through tear-filled eyes before nodding.

Jack felt unknown fear rise inside his, he felt so thick, his mouth wouldn't work and apparently his brain wouldn't either. He felt his neck become very hot as Ianto stared at him.

Producing a small box from his desk he moved to be stood in front of Ianto before kneeling down.

'I was going to wait, but this, it just, it feels right, Ianto Jones,' he stopped nor daring to look the man in the face for fear of losing his bottle. 'Be my partner?' he still didn't dare look up, not that he needed to because Ianto stood up and pulled him up planting a passionate kiss on his lips that came accompanied with the quietest of whispers.

'yes.'

Jack couldn't help but grin as he slipped the ring on Ianto's finger.

NEXT DAY, 12:30 IN THE AFTERNOON- LOCATION: ST MARY'S CHURCH CARDIFF.

Ianto could feel his knees numbing and he knew he'd have a hell of a time walking later, but he stayed, waiting, his hands clasped together. Behind him a door opened and he looked up his facial expression aghast but he relaxed instantly and nodded, he stood up and entered the room to his right.

Closing the door behind him he kneeled down.

'Forgive me father, for I have sinned, my last,' his voice caught and he coughed as gently as he could. 'My last confession was around 18 months ago.'

The priest nodded as Ianto remembered, he'd come into the church, the blood still fresh on his shirt begging forgiveness that he ever thought drawing out Lisa's pain then letting her be killed was right, he remembered sitting and pouring out his soul, well as much as was possible without having to retcon the man, then he'd come every night for two months, just to sit and avoid thinking.

'What is it you wish to confess?' Ianto shook his head abruptly before looking through the grate directly into the other mans eyes.

'May I speak openly, father, and perhaps ask counsel?'

The priest looked surprised but nodded, he'd had stranger requests from Ianto in the past.

'father, I recently discovered something about myself but I am unsure of how to put it into words. You see,' Ianto stopped he felt so strange; he'd never said this aloud and he realised the consequences, his family, his beliefs, his whole outlook on life had changed or was about to change.

'Father,' his voice grew stronger into quiet speech rather that a loud whisper. 'See, the thing is, I'm bisexual and quite frankly I'm terrified of the reactions of the people around me, my mum for one and my religious friends for others... .' He said all this in one breath and waited.

The priest shook his head.

'I'm afraid I may not be of much help, you know our teachings here, all I can do is say that may difficult choices lay ahead of you and say that maybe you should speak to those who care about you and I'm sure they will understand in time.'

Ianto didn't believe it, he knew his parents would never understand and his friends probably wouldn't either but he said nothing before crossing himself and getting ready to leave.

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