17
He still doesn't know why he did it.
He delivered the line about the gloves as requested and then the final scene he had to do for this episode where he puts her way and asks Jack what to put on her death certificate. Gods, but it felt weird and he felt the melancholy coming off Jack as well.
It had been along data and apart from a few scenes tomorrow that he wasn't needed for, they were done.
Suddenly he finds himself making a quip about a stop watch, Jack's eyes widening as the offer hung in the air. A blink. Then Jack reacted with a grin and Ianto knew he had Jack's attention as he walked through the levels to the cupboard and travelled down to the archives only to find Jack there waiting for him.
"What was that about?" Jack asked, his hands in his pockets as he leaned back against the desk.
"You said the latest surveys showed they wanted something between us" Ianto shrugged, "I thought maybe suggesting there was might stir them up."
"Stir them up?" Jack pushed off and walked over to stand in Ianto's personal space, "You mean stir me up?"
"So maybe I am attracted to you, would have to be deaf, blind and have no sense of bloody smell to be unaffected by you" Ianto snapped back, "You are like fucking catnip!"
Jack blinked, obviously not used to being the one being pursued as he looked around and he tried to reason with himself, Ianto knew the desire to kiss him was almost overwhelming and Jack was struggling to keep the promise of no contact.
"I was wondering, since we are being all, pally like" Jack said as he watched Ianto stalk around him in a way he had never seen before, "How did you survive the Warf? Seriously? The Hollerands had you, they had already killed your wife and you were next, how did you get away? What was it about you that mad them hesitate?"
"What makes you think they saw anything at all?" Ianto asked, looking through his lashes at him and Jack was struck by the feral look. Ianto seemed to be a stranger in that moment, a strange beast and Jack was shocked to recognise the fact Ianto was letting him see him. The real him. He had chosen.
"So" Ianto knew it was dirty pool as he grinned, but there ya go "Tosh is Bi, you are Omni and I am what. Just frustrated?"
Jack looked up, into those fathomless eyes and saw something he hadn't before. Something he wished he had recognised earlier, before he had fucked things up between them. "How hungry are you?"
Ianto pounced, like a large cat on a mouse and Jack squeaked like one as he struggled briefly before grabbing handfuls of Ianto's hair, slamming their mouths together.
The kiss was sweet, full of promise and Jack felt himself go lax as Ianto's fingers found the pressure point in his neck, trapping and controlling as his mouth slid from jaw line, down along the throat to the pulse point, the jugular.
Oh gods it felt good.
Jack knew he was cuming like a teenager in his pants, he was having an orgasm as Ianto's fangs breached the skin and he drank.
It all finally made sense.
The reason he healed so fast, the reason why he hated people and the real reason he had survived Canary Warf. Ianto was a Hollerand victim, a bi-product of the ancient aliens' food. Jack knew he was right, had felt it when they had kissed and sparked.
Ianto had chosen him, had decided.
He had mourned long enough and now chose a new mate.
The Hollerads were known as another name by the Shadow Proclamation …the ancient beings were known as Vampyre.
Now Jack knew Ianto had not escaped after all.
He had been converted.