The team was gathered around the Interrogation room window.
"What are we going to do with Hart?" Owen asked, and Jack shrugged.
"I'll deal with it." Ianto stated, moving out the door and down the stairs, none of the other's saying a word. He had a warm mug of coffee with him.
"Eye Candy!" John said, with his most charming smile.
"Morning. Brought you coffee." The Archivist handed the mug to the faux Captain, looking approvingly at the tea mug and blanket piled on the floor beside the chair.
"Thanks gorgeous. Your coffee is to die for." Ianto rolled his eyes.
"Let's not make it come to that conclusion then, shall we?" John laughed softly, looking into Ianto's eyes. What he found there both broke his heart and warmed it.
"You and Harkness patched things up then." He said it so firmly, without a question, that Ianto simply nodded, smiling softly.
"He's going to be the death of you." Observing from above Jack bristled.
"I know." Ianto said, no malice or fear in his voice. John nodded pulling up on his still bound wrist.
"Your choice Eye Candy, you can still come with me." Ianto rolled his eyes again, the gesture more reflexive than anything. He stood to un-cuff John's wrist.
"As much as I enjoyed your kidnapping me from my job, and pampering me in the lap of luxury, I have all I want here." He nodded behind him, and John saw the undiluted love in the Welshman's eyes.
"Ok, then." John said, masking his emotions as well as he could. Ianto handed the man his wrist strap, backpack, and phone.
"That's everything. Have a nice life John." Ianto turned to go, but John grabbed his arm, spinning him around and kissing him firmly. The Welshman was surprised, but gave in none the less, allowing this man who had showed him kindness, the last comfort of a farewell.
The kiss took the team members by surprise.
Owen spun away, not wanting to see it.
Tosh blushed, surreptitiously hitting the record button.
Jack stared, open eyed and awed, as his ex and current lovers were locked in a passionate embrace, mouths melted together. Ianto's hand lightly resting on John's neck while John toyed with the Welshman's hair. They parted, John flushed and out of breath, Ianto's hair disheveled, but looking like he had no response.
"Goodbye Hart." Ianto said, stepping back. The faux Captain looked up at the observation booth, strait into Jack's hidden eyes.
"Take care of this one Jack. You hurt him again, and it won't be a choice next time." With that the former time agent was gone, leaving Ianto with a brilliant flash of light. The Welshman limped about the room, gathering up the remnants of their guest and heading upstairs, only to have Jack stop him in the hall. He expected fury or at least anger at Ianto for snogging his ex, but there was only compassion, and lust (?) in his eyes.
"Look ,sir, before you-" Another kiss, this one just as heated and passionate as the one he had just shared with Hart, except Ianto allowed himself to fall further into this one, tongues dancing rhythmically together in the shared cavern of mouths, hands roaming clothing, looking, searching.
The sound of approaching footsteps drew them apart.
"Meet me in my office in ten." Jack rasped, and Ianto shook his head.
"We have a date tonight, sir. This-" Ianto grabbed the front of Jack's tenting jeans affectionate, slowly rubbing his thumb over the fabric, forcing a moan from the immortals lips. "Can wait until after we've had our date."
Jack stared at the Welshman in shock, wanting desperately to show his Welshman how much he loved him, in the most physical of ways. But the Captain understood the message clearly. This wasn't just sex, and until Jack could prove himself, there would be none. The immortal nodded.
"Yes Yan. I understand." Jack made to move away, before deciding to take the gamble and grabbed Ianto's hips, grinding the pair together. Ianto moaned at the contact, feeling his resolve nearly crumble.
"Tonight, 6:30. I'll pick you up at yours." Jack said, before hobbling off down the hall in front of Ianto. Toned rear in tight jeans taunting the Welshman viciously. The Welshman sighed. As much as he wanted Jack, he had made a promise, and Ianto was going to make sure that the Immortal kept it.