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Beta-ed: GlassSplinter

Jack did wait until the stopwatch counted down the minutes that he appointed to Ianto. Rules were rules. Then he collected his items and slowly walked down the corridors. He smirked at the trail of crumbs; like he would fall for that false lead. The heat led the way.

He had to admit Ianto was innovative. He would've wandered around for hours if it wasn't so cold all around. He was surprised by the Lisa detour. What was Ianto trying to do, cool things down? But the trail went on. He was satisfied, the chase was good. But he didn't leave things to chance. The room Ianto chose was on the fifth sublevel, hidden by shadows, and the colour of the doors. They almost matched the wall surrounding it. He really didn't want to be found today. He smirked at that.

He put down his items and took his clothes off. They would only get in the way, and time was limited. He pushed the door open and found Ianto cleaning up. It wasn't a bad view. The muscles on his back were sliding under his skin, his legs stretching, and... Well it was a nice sight. Jack leaned against door frame.

"You just don't waste time, do you?" said Jack with a growl in his voice.

Ianto turned around, startled. The view became even better. Jack didn't really have the time to enjoy it yesterday; today he was calling the shots.

"How did you..." Ianto started and stumbled over his words. "This place needs some tidying up." He turned his glance away from Jack to the surroundings.

"Maybe it does." Jack turned around and pulled out a blanket from the hallway. "But that's not why we're here." He spread the blanket on the floor.

Ianto raised his eyebrows in question.

"Well I knew you'd find some obscure and dusty place. Couldn't bring the bed with me, could I?" He stepped on the blanket and reached his hand towards Ianto. "Will you join me Mr. Jones? I believe it is my turn."

Ianto took his hand and let Jack pull him near. His skin was cold from running down cold corridors. Jack strode paths down his back.

"I have some warming up to do, don't I," whispered Jack and leaned against Ianto's ear. "Don't worry, I won't bite, much."

And he didn't bite, much. Ianto was so tasteful, his skin so soft, that he didn't feel the urge to use his teeth. But his hands were hungry, as was his mouth. He'd never had a lover that submitted that beautifully. He closed his eyes and put himself at Jack's mercy. His body responded to his commands without delay. With only slight touch he turned, and move; and he moaned. Not loud, but that uncontrolled sound made Jack so hungry.

When he finally entered Ianto he paused. He just lay there pressed into Ianto's back and put his nose into Ianto's hair. This is why Jack loved sex so much. Because of all that skin pressed to each other, all that blood thrusting through their veins, all that lust. It made him feel alive in that moment, in that time, like he was linked to it. Ianto growled underneath him. It was the first unsatisfied sound he'd made. He was impatient. That made Jack smile. His stoic Ianto couldn't wait. That made him want to thrust into him, but it was too soon for that. He didn't know Ianto's limits, so he redirected that need into his teeth and bite down his shoulder. Then he lifted his weight and started to move in a controlled and almost gentle way. Ianto sounded grateful for that, so he reached down. Ianto lifted himself up just enough to clear the way. Ianto's back moved in an attempt to release the pressure. To Jack it felt like a dance, and it was beautiful. When they came, Jack fell down on Ianto's back and just lay there for a few moments. When their breathing slowed down, Jack remembered another reason why he loved sex. It was life while it was happening, but after the end it was like death. But not a violent and painful one, but soothing, warm, and dark, and in the dark someone else was breathing, only this someone else wasn't malicious.

Ianto cleared his throat and Jack rolled over from him. Warm death was gone and all went back to normal. Normal except Ianto continued to lie there. He didn't even lift his head.

"That was..." He didn't finish.

"Yeah," answered Jack, "it was."