AN: Having finished my cup of tea, and received strict orders from "rosieposy", I have written another chapter. Despite how this one ends, this is not the end. I hope you all enjoy the image of Ianto at the start, and the one at the end, which I won't spoil for you. The "toned figure" I refer to has a starring role in my smut chapter, as I'm sure you can, and will, appreciate.

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Ianto could hear the shouting from the other side of the cog door, and that only meant it was particularly loud. Taking a deep breath as the door rolled open he was hit by a wave of noise which drowned out the sirens. He walked inside, dumping the bag he'd been carrying on the floor near the sofa and walked cautiously over to Tosh.

"Hey." He said gently laying his hand on her shoulder to attract her attention, her headphones securely placed in her ears.

"Morning Ianto – wow, you look different. Run out of clean suits?" She asked looking him up and down and making him blush. When he'd arrived home he'd berated himself for hanging up on Owen, and for what he'd said and done. After stripping and jumping in the shower he'd decided to slip into something a little comfier, and donned his jeans and a well fitting polo shirt that highlighted his toned figure. He looked infinitely more casual, and all together more suitably dressed for a day chasing aliens.

"Fancied a change. What is the yelling about?" He asked casually, knowing full well that it was Jack and Owen doing the arguing, and that meant only one topic.

"No clue. They were yelling when I arrived, so I just stuck my ear phones in. To be fair it's mostly Owen." She commented before plugging her headphones back in and going back to her screen.

Ianto nodded at her before striding over to the steps and climbing them, entering Jack's office without knocking though he was grateful that someone noticed. The yelling stopped suddenly.

"Wow." Owen said as his eyes trailed over Ianto's body.

"I was going to say something similar, but thought better of it." Jack said as his eyes did a similar scan.

"When you are both done." Ianto said gesturing for them to raise their eyes. "Thank you. Owen we need to talk." He said turning his attention to the medic.

"Really? I don't need an explanation Ianto – just go back to him. I'll have a coffee when you're done." He said.

"Right. So you have no interest in the bag of clothes and toiletries I brought with me this morning? Fine. I'll go unpack at my flat should I?" Ianto replied.

"What?" Owen gasped.

"What?" Jack asked.

"Jack - and I mean this in the nicest possibly way – could you sod off for a minute?" Ianto asked.

"Need I remind you that this is my office?" Jack commented.

"Right now I don't really care. Please?" Ianto replied.

"Fine." Jack sighed as he pushed past the two men and left, slamming the door behind him.

Ianto turned back to Owen. "What's going on?" He asked.

"I have no idea." Owen replied.

"Why are you two yelling at each other?" Ianto reworded his question.

"Its what we do." Owen pointed out.

"Owen." Ianto admonished impatiently.

"I'm yelling at Jack because you're not here. I want to yell at you, but you weren't here." Owen replied wearily as he leant back on the glass walls of the office.

"So yell at me." Ianto invited.

"Why did you sneak out this morning? Why couldn't you tell me you were coming here to see Jack?" Owen asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest in a pose that was too similar to one Jack frequented for Ianto to really cope with. He did he best to shake the comparable image before replying.

"Because you would have asked me why. And I wouldn't have been able to give you a good answer, or at least an answer that you would have liked." Ianto began. "You told me he loved me, and that threw me Owen. I never thought I would get that from Jack. Not ever. And it threw me. By the time I got here I didn't know what I was coming for, what I was expecting, or what I wanted. So I shouted at Jack myself. And we talked, and we said things that should have been said a long time ago." He admitted.

"Do you still love him? I know you said you always would, but do you want him back now?" Owen asked.

Ianto shook his head. "Not even after he'd kissed me." He said.

Owen's eyes widened. "He kissed you?" He said softly.

"Yeah. And it was an amazing kiss. But there was something missing from it. Something I only get when I kiss you." Ianto replied.

"Hope?" Owen offered.

"No." Ianto replied. "Love." He said.

"I don't understand. He loves you." Owen pointed out.

"He does. And I love him. But not like I love you. Not like you love me. Which is why I could have kicked myself earlier. I'm sorry for hanging up on you, and for shouting at you." He said as he stepped closer to Owen. "I love you, and I don't want to lose you, and I want to move in with you, and I want this, us, to be it. I want it to work, and I don't want this to be the end. I don't want this to ever end." His voice was shaking.

"What?" Owen gasped.

"I love you." Ianto whispered as he pressed his lips against Owen's, pushing the older man up against the walls of Jack's office. Owen's arms moved instinctively around Ianto and rested on his hips, tugging him close.

"You're moving in?" Owen asked, his forehead resting on Ianto's.

Ianto nodded. "If you still want me to." He replied.

"I do." Owen said with a smile.
"Owen?" Ianto said.

"Yeah?" Owen asked.

"I don't know what you had in mind, but was the image of me kissing you up against the glass walls of Jack's office they way you wanted Tosh and Gwen to find out, because they are both staring and pointing." Ianto asked.

Owen sniggered as he turned around and waved down at the two women who looked rather stunned. "Not the way I planned, no. I was going to go for something less graphic." He said looking back at Ianto.

The Welshman nodded. "Oh well." He replied before kissing Owen again, this time with each man wrapping their arms around one another, hands gripping hips and back, fingers laced in hair and clinging to tshirts as they put on a bit of a show.