A/N: Hey, here it is', one more bitter sweet chapter. I'm closing in on first series finale. I don't know how further this story will last. Your reviews could help me decide should I go in uncharted territory of The Year that Never Was. Originally I planned to go till Meat but I'm losing my swing. Hope you'll enjoy this one. I really do wonder what do you think of my point of viewing things. Love to my readers and all that subscribed so far :)

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Ianto was beginning to feel nervous. Jack sure did take his time. Was he wrong in his estimation of the current situation? Maybe it would be best if he just took off home. There he would think of something else to do, something to ease the tension. Maybe a good video game, he used to do things like that, normal things, the things you could actually talk to somebody about if you met on the street. A strange relationship with your boss with whom you go hunting Weevils isn't really a pub topic. And the boss being a man wasn't helping either. He could picture that conversation in his head.

- Hey, what did you do today? I gave presentation about sales figures and then drank a pint in the middle of the day.

- Oh, I shagged my boss senselessly after he got upset with all the Weevil torturing in an underground fight club. I don't like when he's down.

He could imagine the looks he would receive for that line; the Weevils would go unnoticed under the other pictures that would rise in their minds. But maybe the fight club phrase would be more interesting than gay sex, you never knew sex, gay or straight were becoming more and more boring, and it was everywhere. Fight clubs on the other hand seemed to be something more obscure; at least it seemed like that last night, there was quite a turn out. Ianto thought about it but he couldn't figure out why in the hell anybody would deliberately get into a fight with anyone, let alone a Weevil with his rage and everything. Then he remembered that he had picked up a fight with a Weevil to meet a man he didn't know, a man he was going to impress, seduce, whatever it took, to get what Lisa needed. And he succeeded in that task, in all the tasks, he even survived that Weevil. With that thought he heard Jack's unmistakable footsteps behind him. He didn't turn around immediately; he continued to go through the files in spite of the fact that he forgot what he was looking for.

Jack stopped near the entrance. Obviously he wasn't making this easy for Ianto. Ianto wondered why he had ever thought that this thing with Jack would ever get easier. Yes it seemed easy on the surface, just a casual shag, but underneath were emotions so deep that sometimes he didn't dare look at the other man. The moment was going on too long, and Jack could just stand there whole night, he was that stubborn.

Ianto sighed and turned around deciding that he would think of some excuse and get the hell out of there. He would find some ordinary place to get his sanity back. He already had his mouth open to speak but then he looked at Jack's face. It wasn't cold and stony anymore, but it wasn't a happy or playful face that he had shown in flirtation or sex. It was a worried face, like he was solving some troubling issue. It wasn't the concern in Jack that made Ianto close his mouth, it was the fact that Jack's face was open for him to see that emotion; it wasn't hidden behind a joke or smirk, or even his blinding smile. Just a thought of that smile made Ianto soft. If he would go and talk about his affair with his boss in the pub he would surely point out that his boss was blindingly beautiful, and that they didn't have a clue just how much. But maybe he wouldn't say anything so that they didn't come sniffing around in search of those pheromones.

Ianto crossed the space between them and without hesitation took Jack in his arms. To start he just leaned close and hugged him around his waist. He buried his mouth against his shoulder waiting for Jack to respond and soften enough for further action. It was too long; Ianto shouldn't let him drift alone in that way. Jack slowly wrapped his arms around Ianto's shoulders and as the seconds passed his grip became tighter. Ianto closed his eyes and just felt how the other man's chest moved with his breath. Finally he felt the tension loosen up, his grip softened and his hips moved in closer to show desire. That was enough for Ianto to move his head and start on his neck. He was too raw last time; he had to make up for that. Just because Jack was a man, it didn't mean he shouldn't be tender with him. After all that cruelty and anger he felt obligated to be gentle. Jack didn't seemed to mind, he let him lead. To diminish the serious effects of his actions he included one of his challenges into this encounter.

Could he shag Jack while standing face to face.

He didn't doubt that Jack could pull it off; he did have more weight and practice than Ianto. But the other way around gave him some thought. Pounding a small woman against the wall wasn't all that difficult, but with a man there was the fact of angle and weight. Luckily for Ianto he had spotted a place where he could go for that challenge. That's why, after he striped Jack's clothes off, he put a blanket around Jack's shoulders, the famous gray blanket. That took Jack by surprise.

"You were prepared." He almost purred satisfied.

"Well, sir, that damn Rift keeps us busy; I thought it was better to have accessories at hand for sudden occasions." He smiled and without further delay pushed Jack in the space between two filing cabinets.

It took some explaining and adjusting, and even some laughter, but he managed to position Jack leaned against the wall, supported by a short locker and his legs spread and fixed against cabinets.

"You know this is cheating?" Asked Jack with a grin while his cock twitched shiny and big in anticipation.

"No it isn't sir, my game, my rules." Ianto growled with a heavy breath, an exposed Jack did wonders for his drive. "I am standing and facing you, there weren't other conditions, Jack." With that Ianto leaned in hungrily.

There wasn't much Jack could do to him in this position, and he mostly used his hands to support himself on top of the cabinets, but Ianto discovered once more that his voice was enough to make it difficult to last and sustain himself. Hearing Jack moan and shout was enough to drive him crazy, but when he begged to be released Ianto couldn't say no, he could barely keep himself from going off immediately. That's why he stopped his movement completely and cupped Jack's cock that jumped between their bellies. He closed his eyes and leaned against Jack shoulder concentrating solely on feeling beneath his fingers. Texture of Jack's cock, soft skin, pumping veins, hard surfaces, all that made him forget where he was. He enjoyed it so much that he didn't prepare for Jack's release. His orgasm took him by surprise; he felt the rush beneath his fingers, and the sole pulsing of Jack's ejection made him come in the same instant. He came so hard that his whole body felt that quake.

Ianto stood there for a moment collecting his composure. He had to admit that Jack being a man wasn't an issue at all, that it was a rush of its own.

He pushed himself off Jack and looked at him, just to enjoy his features. He smiled satisfied because Jack's face reviled in joy, almost happiness. Ianto felt the urge to cup his face in the surge of pure fondness. He knew better then that so he pulled away to keep his hands busy.